A story between a 'mortal' and God of mischief. After Loki has been banished for an unspeakable crime he ends up meeting Aurora, a supposed mortal girl tired of everything. Both souls lost and both interconnected by a prophecy. It is with time, one may hope that both will find comfort with each other and follow a journey to heal or revenge. ☺️☺️☺️☺️ "Aurora, you there..' 'Yeah i'm listening-" "Really, cause you're spacing out....Aurora!" He stared at me for a moment, I dreaded making contact with those eyes, something about those eyes... "AURORA!!" "WHAT! Why are you yelling!" "IM NOT YELL-" I see his chest rising as he breathes out and brown strands of hair fall in front of him. "I am sorry, where do you go...its just..uh...aurora?" "Yeah" "...what are you doing?" I didn't even realize I had moved his hair away, it was blocking his eyes and I just...I don't know. "Oh sorry...I wasn't thinking." He grabbed my hand tightly and eyes narrowed for a moment. "Don't do that," he says sternly. I looked at him, "Sorry I.." he looks so alone. "I'm sorry Loki." I smiled at him and reached with my other hand to untighten his grip.