To celebrate I'm gonna send out my first Loki fic...
...But I'm making a game of it. First thing's first: I'm taking a vote of whether it's "angst to fluff" our just "fluff". Depending on where the vote goes, I'll use one of three prompts under that category that will be voted on as well. Once that prompt is determined, the story will be out soon after.
I'll be sure to keep the poll list open and up-to-date for our convenience as well, and we'll see where this goes.
Without further ado, the first decision:
Story Type:
A) Angst to Fluff [Hurt/Comfort]; 2
B) Fluff [With Plot];
C) Fluff [With No Plot];
The voting in this category will close in three days so get your votes in while you can.
Thanks again for following and for your support and I'll post the final results after three days.
You can also find it on AO3 if that tickles your fancy more than reading it here on Tumblr. -shrugs-
Anyway. This is just Loki story I randomly decided to start writing. Enjoy?
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CHAPTER 1: BAD LUCK PERSONIFIED
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Ever since I could remember, I had always loved Saturdays. Most likely because it was the first free day you have when attending school. But even as I got older--- and had other commitments that warranted eating up my free time--- I had still always loved that day.
Until a few weeks ago.
My luck had radically changed and the worse of it always happened on the first day of the weekend.
I was constantly being called into work (even though we weren't open on Saturdays), whole baskets of laundry would disappear as soon as the washer or dryer would shut off at the laundry mat, drinks were spilled, food dropped and stepped on, dogs chasing me on my walk home, nice clothes ripping, and lots and lots of puddles but no rain.
While some of my bad luck would seep into other parts of the week, like Megan from accounting losing my paycheck two weeks in a row, Saturday still took the brunt of the force. It was honestly starting to really bum me out.
This particular day, I was finding myself trying to wave down a taxi with one shoe missing, half of my hair shorter than the rest, and fake blood smeared down my thighs. I don't even want to go into the details on how all of this happened. Let's just say I was never going to agree to attend a nephew's birthday party at Chucky Cheese's ever again.
After the fifth unoccupied taxi blew past me, I let myself slouch against the 'no littering' sign next to me and started to full on sob.
Dear Reader, I am not afraid to tell you that they were no-punches-pulled cries and wails that left my mouth at that moment.
What makeup I had been able to put on was most likely streaking and blotting across my cheeks as tears flowed unbidden from my eyes.
Pitifully, I heard myself say, "Why does this shit keep happening? Am I not praying enough or something? I will literally worship whatever deity I have to if it means my luck changes."
There was no way I could have known what was coming. If I had then I would never have uttered those words.
But I'm not capable of messing with the flow of time, like some people, so when a gentle warm breeze had suddenly brushed against me on that cool October day... I had let it trick me into relaxing and feeling hopeful.
Which is probably what made me so accepting of the small bit of luck that happened next.
The wind had soothed my emotional mind just enough that I had stood myself back up straight and attempted to wipe at the makeup melting down my face.
That was when a black Toyota Venza had pulled up in front of me and the window had rolled down quickly to reveal a tall, dark-haired man wearing a nondescript black hoodie.
"Excuse me, Madam," his baritone voice eased my frayed nerves immediately and I found myself moving closer to the car without a second thought to my safety, "I'm here to pick up Adelia Bergs?"
All I could do was blink owlishly at him. I hadn't ordered or called for a car. That was one of my other bad luck moments: I'd left my phone sitting in the bathroom in my apartment. At least I hope that's where I left it.
"That's my name but I think you must be looking for another Adelia Bergs since I didn't call for a car," I said while trying not to sound disappointed and also like I could cry again at any moment. Not that I really felt that way, what with his beautiful green eyes watching me carefully, but I just knew how easy it was to make me start balling.
He looked down at the console of the vehicle before picking up and reaching out his phone for me to see, "Is this your address? Because that's where I'm heading."
At that moment I was so alarmed and shocked to see my address that I completely failed to hear the snicker he released at my gasp and blindly missed his impish grin when I dumbly nodded my head.
"Yeah, that's so weird. I don't know how this happened but I guess you're taking me home."
Then I did the stupidest thing any woman has ever done. I stepped into the unmarked vehicle of a man who somehow knew my name and address even though I hadn't given it to him.
It was assuredly the worst my luck had ever been.
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"Oh, it would have been way easier to turn down that street. I guess it's okay. This way just takes longer," he seemed not to notice my soft words as he continued to just drive along with traffic.
After hopping into the back of the wagon--- have you ever seen a Venza? it's a wagon--- I'd tried to secretively use the rearview mirror to clean up my face but ended up stopping when I caught the reflection of his piercing eyes squinting back at me.
"I think for the things we need to talk about... the long way is the best way."
Before he was even done with his sentence, his body had suddenly vanished in a quick glow of green light and reappeared next to me in the backseat.
I almost screamed. Truly, I impressed myself by not screeching loudly and not jumping forward into the driver seat to grab the steering wheel. I think it was because after he had reappeared, my mind had immediately noticed that the wheel was still moving.
Clearly, magic. As if I didn't already know that from the teleportation act but I just readily accepted it.
Why not? My day had been really strange and shitty up to this point anyway.
Plus, I lived in a world where a guy had been woken up from an ice block after 70 years and my second cousin (twice removed) went to a school for people with superpowers.
So, instead of panicking about magic, I freaked out about a strange man suddenly sitting close to me in the back seat of a vehicle.
"Hold your horses there, mortal. I'm not going to eat you," a devilish grin spread across his slim face, as he surprisingly grabbed my hands in a gentle grip to stop me from pulling at the door handle, "unless you really want me to."
"No, that's quite alright. No eating here tonight. Thank you," I tried to smile back, a nervous habit, but still struggled to pull my hands back to myself. It's not like I knew what to do with my hands once I got them free but that didn't stop me from wishing he'd release them.
"Okay. But just know that I grant more favors for sexual acts," his words brought my struggling to a halt and he finally let go of my wrists with a haunting chuckle.
"Favors? Sexual acts?"
"Well, you said you'd worship any deity that helped you, right?"
I just sat there silently. The fact that this guy somehow knew about me saying that led me to believe that there was really no need to answer him. Yet, he arched a dark eyebrow at me and waited until I finally nodded my head.
The motion made me feel a little dizzy and I murmured, "How can you help me?"
The tall man--- deity? god?--- huffed playfully and waved his hand close to me, causing gold sparks and mist to appear and swirl in the air.
The magic seemed to move and dance until a smaller, golden form of myself appeared. Tiny me peeped up and then quickly looked away in a bashful manner. Seemingly embarrassed about me looming over her.
"For every act of worship or offering that you make to me," tiny me turned to the man and curtsied low for him, "I will grant you a favor. Like a day of good luck in exchange for some pretty graffiti art, as an example. But the bigger the favor asked then the pricier the offering I will require."
The little gold version of myself jumped around the middle of the seat. It was honestly kind of hard to guess what kind of tasks she was acting out in order to please the deity, but the way his eyes gleefully scrunched up at the sight of her made me wish to know. Whether to actually perform them or avoid them I was unsure of.
"Am I allowed to refuse?"
My tinier version suddenly glowered up at me in shock, her hand coming up to cover her mouth before she slowly seemed to blow away into dust.
When I lifted my eyes from her disappearing particles I was a little unnerved to find the man staring blankly at me. His eyes were dark and his facial expression was tight but neutral.
That was apparently the wrong thing for me to say. Though if I could go back to even this moment, I'd have warned myself to stick with being apprehensive.
"You could," he finally, carefully said. "But where would be the fun in that?"
His face still gave nothing away and we rode in silence for a few more moments; with us just staring at one another.
Was I up for the task of actually actively worshipping someone? Not someone. Something?
What if he asked for a virgin sacrifice? I did not have the balls to do that. I couldn't even commit to "accidentally" tripping people; there was no way I was going to murder someone just to please an otherworldly being.
I let myself look out my window for roughly a minute before glancing back at him and asking, "Can I think about it?"
This seemed to renew him and a half smirk appeared while he reassured me, "Of course, of course. I'd think a couple days would be fair. Wouldn't you say?"
Not really sure why he asked if that was fair since he gave me no time to answer. My hand was suddenly being firmly grasped in his and bobbed up and down in a handshake.
"I will see you later then, darling," the dark-haired deity made to open the car door, even though the vehicle was still moving, and I quickly yelped and tried to reach out for him.
My fingers stopped just an inch away from his hoodie and I stared unblinkingly at him. He was no longer retreating from the car but instead was fixing me with a half amused, half anxious glare. I couldn't convince my body to move and had to helplessly
watch as he brought his hand up to press his fingertips against mine.
"It's best to not touch me without my permission. I'd hate to take it the wrong way."
Was the wrong way considered sexual or violent? That was all my mind could come up with for what he was implying. Which stung a little since truly I had reached out to try and help him NOT end up as roadkill.
Thankfully, I found that I was at least allowed to talk, "How will I contact you to let you know if I made up my mind?"
His fingertips retreated and his voice dropped lower than before as he said, "Perform your first act of worship, mortal."
I fell into the seat as my body suddenly moved and finished reaching out to him. But my hand came up empty and I sprung back up to look around. Now the backseat was void of anything but myself.
"Sweetheart, we're here," a cheery feminine voice from the front seat drawled at me and I whipped my head around to the source.
In the driver's seat sat a younger woman, probably just starting college, turned in the seat looking back at me. Her brown eyes gazed over my half leaning pose and her face scrunched up in confusion as she asked, "Did my driving knock you around back there?"
"No, no," I quickly assured her while patting my pockets for my wallet. I could feel every ounce of blood drain from my face when every pocket came up surprisingly walletless.
The only recovery I could think of was, "I was just looking to see if my wallet had fallen out back here. I can't seem to find it anywhere which makes me think I left it at the party. I'm not sure how I'm going to pay you."
"Wow, that sucks, hon! Maybe you should try and call a friend to look for it? But at least someone already paid for this ride for you."
Owlish blinking habits returned.
"The ride was paid for. By who?"
She scrambled to grab her phone from its mount on the dashboard and hurriedly brought it to her face. She typed and swiped before saying, "It failed to put the last name on here. But the first name is Loki."
"What?"
I was stuck between feeling confused and admittedly scared, while she seemed to find it funny.
"I guess someone pranked you."
Oh, yes, dear driver. I was in for a very long and embarrassing prank.
