@manyxmarvelxmuses continued from here
Eddie had never put too much stock into soul mates. He believed in them sure but he didn’t like some other force telling him who he could and couldn’t love. With Anne he had always known there was an end date if she or him found their glow but that hadn’t stopped him from popping the question or her from saying yes.
Maybe he should have known something would ruin it… Or maybe that’s what he told himself to not own up to being shitty.
The point was Eddie wasn’t waiting around staring longingly just waiting for his soulmate but he wasn’t dreading it either. But with Venom in the picture now he hadn’t even considered running into a soulmate and what it would entail.
So to have come back to himself as it were after consuming some thugs who were roughing up kids he hadn’t expected to see his chest glowing or to look up and see a matching glow in the alleyway “I uh… I really hope tha’ wasn’t your buddy or somethin’ cuz that’d make this even more awkward.”
What in Hel’s name had he just seen?
Here the god of mischief was, minding his own business, exploring the nightlife of the city. It wasn’t New York and it had been some years since he had invaded Earth. Most people weren’t going to bat an eye when he was dressed in a Midgardian suit and without the conspicuous horns. Thor was visiting one of his associates here and Loki, for a few reasons, had been brought along. Arguably he was here in an ambassadorial context from New Asgard, as well as a probational one.
And suddenly he found himself investigating a commotion in a back alley, where a huge black creature had feasted on other humans before assimilating back into a lone man.
A man whose chest was glowing and so was Loki’s own.
This wasn’t possible. Loki had long decided he didn’t want a mark dictating his path in life. He had even tried to burn it out with magic. With no success. To find that it was reacting to - to whatever this person was? Only curiosity kept him from leaving at once.
He dared to step into the alley, eyeing the rough accented stranger with wariness.
“Certainly no friend of mine. What manner of being are you?”
