By the Side of the Road [A LOKI FANFIC]

Kenna Talis is relatively 'normal'. She has a job, a boyfriend, her own apartment. Normal things. Granted, it is a job working for a certain playboy genius billionaire philanthropist (or whatever he's calling himself these days). Granted, the apartment seems to span an inordinately large amount of space, and is the only one populated in the entire complex. Granted, her boyfriend's an ass, and a poorly developed one by way of character at that.
Also, super-powers.
So she takes most things in her stride, mixes up the bad and the good and finds ways to laugh at things that shouldn't be funny.
Her range of what is weird and what is not operates at a much higher frequency than normal- no, for that implies she is abnormal- ordinary people's do.
But still, she reflects, juggling coffee and a job, there is something mysteriously intriguing about that homeless guy by the side of the road. The one who'd shrunk away in fear from her when the most heinous of crimes she had committed against him was sparing him some change.
Which is her reason for befriending this random stranger, as one does. A strange feeling- a compulsion, almost (Oh, Odin, Odin, Odin)- takes hold of her, and suddenly 'mi casa es tu casa', despite him warning her that he might be a murderer. She laughs this off as friendly banter, ignoring the subtle warnings that hint towards something being slightly off about this man. But not a murderer, surely?
In fact, he could be classified as a serial killer, being Loki and all that. The one and only Loki, Norse god of mischief, lies, trickery and deceit. Oh, and of course, chaos- the man who brought New York to its knees- and all that shiz.

But how is Kenna to know that?
Really, she should have known better.