LokixReader 'Summer job' Oneshot

An urgent, horrible sound fills your ears. Your eyes opens and your heart is pounding in your chest. In a desperate attempt to quell the terrible sound, you throw yourself against the alarm clock on the bedside table. With trembling hands - which is not yet completely out of the dream world - you find the off-button. The clock lights complacent against you: 05:00. It's Monday morning, and it's your first day at summer job.

With sleepy eyes and a heart still hammering after the brutal awakening, you find your way into the bathroom. You peek in the mirror, and a strange creature looks back at you. "Maybe you should drop late television shows just for the summer ..."

After numerous attempts to obtain a summer job at one of the clothing-shops in town, you had to see that attempt fruitless, and applied for a job at the local hospital. "Oh, what sort of job are you doing?" people are asking. "Substituting as surgeon", you often answers, and sets up a given expression. Obviously you do not work with the patients! A friend of yours is working as a cleaner at the hospital and she put in a good word for you. You got the job immediately. After several months in school, a summer full of work was not what you had hoped for, but as a student you dependent upon the extra money.

A lovely coffee smell fills the small student flat. You dump into the couch with a sandwich and turn the TV on. BBC News is the first to fill the screen. The terrifying images from New York a few days earlier popped up. They showed pictures of broken buildings, injured people and a giant wormhole over Stark Tower. Imagine that you were alive the day the earth was invaded by aliens! Well, 'The Avengers' - which the media quickly baptized them - had prevented the invasion. Something you and your friends had cheered for, when you sat glued to the television screen. You shuddered a little when you looked back. "We sure were close to being wiped out," you said half to yourself, before slurping your coffee.

The door to the block smacked shut behind you as you headed for the hospital. It was an half an hour walk away from the apartment, and you enjoyed the fresh morning air on the way to work. The whole neighborhood was quiet. In some windows you could see shapes that were doing their morning rituals. Your working day started half an hour before most people, 06:30, and the streets were empty. While walking along the paved footpath, you come to think of those poor people in New York who had walked - not unlike you – peacefully through the streets. Imagine, there they had untroubled, plodded off to their daily tasks, before a huge hole had opened up over their heads and spat out a ton of murderous creatures from space. The idea was exciting and scary at the same time. How would I react? And when your mind went to the person who had led the attack, your heart jumped a beat. Suddenly, a shadow turned up behind you. Tall and slim. And incredibly fast. You flinched and let out a startled gasp when the figure passed in inhuman speed. A bicycle bell sounded in the clear morning air, and the man on the bike hoisted a grumble hand in the air.

Oh my God he scared the hell out of me! Your heart pounded, and you put a shaky hand upon your chest to calm yourself. For a small second there you had actually thought it was Loki, the mad god with world domination on his mind, which had appeared by your side. At the moment the cyclist passed, it seemed very likely, but now the idea was absolutely absurd.

You straightened your outer jacket and hoisted the black bag higher on your shoulder. The morning sun was barely shining over the blocks around you, but you still had to shade the sun with your hand to see where you went. Finally you enter the gravel road that led through a beautiful park. Trees where casting shadows and soft tipsy grass glistened against you. A horrible crash caused you to jump. You stopped and looked up at the sky. "Thunder?" The sky was clear. Suddenly you heard a strange sound. As if something big was falling from the sky ... BAM!

A tremendous clash between the ground and a falling object made you throw your arms up in front of your face. A bunch of thoughts ran through your head. 'A meteor? An airplane? A bomb? A new attack??' You stared at where the object had crashed. A cloud of smoke covered for your vision, and you could not see what had hit the ground. Most people would probably escaped from the place, but you were frozen. You continued to stare into the cloud of dust, which slowly disappeared. Now you could glimpse a small crater. And then there appeared something that made your stomach tighten.

A figure. A figure stood up from the crater! My god it had to be the aliens from New York! You began to tremble and your knees threatened to give in. But when the dust settled, you could see that it was not an alien. Not an alien at all. It was ... "Loki!" your voice didn’t sound like your own. It was high and squeaky. The tall man stood with his back to you, leaning against his scepter. The half-long, black hair was straightened with a steady hand. The black leather jacket was dusty after the collision with the ground.

Although you had almost shouted his name, it seemed like he hadn’t notice you. For a moment you thought he would walk away, as if nothing had happened, and you could continue on to work. Well, not this time. To your horror, the broad shoulders of black and green leather turned around, and you stared directly into the eyes of the god of mischief. His green eyes boring into your (e / c). You noticed that you had held your breath, because you started getting dizzy. You quickly drew your breath when he moved towards you. In full panic you grasp hold of the first thing you could find, and placed it in front of you as a shield. A shield of black, cheap fabric from H & M ...

For a second it looked like the god was smiling. Now he stopped and let his head slightly at an angle, as he looked first at the pathetic shield, then on the terrified girl with (h / c) tousled hair - after the strong wind from the collision. "So, this is what you mortals set up after the tremendous show I held the other day?" You did not answer. Well, how the hell should you respond to this? "Little girls with their purses?" He grunted his nose in despise. "I would have thought there was a little more respect for the gods enormous power!"

You cringed when he spat the words out. Now you had raised the bag so high that you couldn’t see the intense green eyes anymore. You could hear him getting annoyed over the pathetic figure before him. "Answer, you wretched little bastard!" The words that thundered against you sounded incredibly close and you pressed the bag harder against your face. As if the substance would protect you from any attack from the tempered god.

To your horror, you could feel a weight was placed on your purse, as if someone pushed it down. You clung to the bag with all your strength, but it was slowly being swept away from your face. Loki had used his scepter to push the bag down. Now you held the purse trembling in front of your stomach, with Lokis scepters pointy part right across your chest. "Now ...? Why are you not kneeling before your mighty lord?" He said and stretched out his arms - like he received a huge ovation. You stared into his playful, green eyes shining with anticipation, while a wide grin sheathed his face. Just as you thought you were going to give in and fall down on your knees, begging for mercy, an enormous power rushed through your body. The god of mischief, that was totally unprepared, sent you a horrified sight right before you slammed your bag in his face.

It was like hitting a wall of stone. You thought your lunch box, and the big ice tea-carton would weighted down your bag enough to send him off balance. You were completely wrong. Surprised and full of fear you froze for a few seconds before turning on your heel and dashing in the opposite direction. 'I'm taking the day off,' you thought. Your feet carried you maybe two meters away from the place, before a strong hand yanked hold of your shoulder and pulled you backwards. No force in the world could defy these determined hands. Unsteady and off balance you were torn backwards and hit the ground with a loud dump. A quick hand was placed over your mouth and squeezed your cheeks. With wide-open eyes your face were unwillingly faced upwards. “Now, that was a little rude," he said and sat above you.

All your weight was on your elbow and you could feel the gravel press against the scraped skin. Loki had a firm grip over your mouth, and placed his body strategically above you, so you couldn’t escape. Your breathing went completely crazy, and you stared with horror at the person above you. A new grin began to establish on his lips, and shiny white teeth appeared as he laughed a vicious little laugh. His forest-green eyes scoured your face, and you could feel them like a lacer across your skin. "I have to admit ... some of you mortals are quite beautiful. Almost as beautiful as you are pathetic", he said and removed your purse from his shoulder. Now he fixed his eyes at yours, and you could see that his pupils expanded. You were surprised when you felt your cheeks became warm from the inquiring gaze of the perpetrator.

Loki noticed it right away, and laughed yet again. "You should not be too scared of me, mortal," he said and lowered his mouth next to your ear. "I am the god of mischief, not the god of fear." The soft words made your heart skip a beat. Now he moved his hand away from your mouth and grabbed hold of your hair, still forcing you to look at him. The grip was not violent, just determined.

In a distant second he gazed up into your (e/c) eyes. He was so close you could feel his breath over your lips. Slowly he pulled you closer, so that your soft body came in contact with his muscular upper body. Your heart is pounding wildly in your chest as he let his hand glide up against your cheek and his thumb, softly touched your lower lip. "What is your name?" He said absently. "My name?" You asked, confused. "Yes," he said with a charming grin and let his gaze fall on your mouth. "(Y / n) ..." you sighed. "(Y / n) ... almost as beautiful as you are pathetic," he said with eyes shining of mischief.

He lowered his head, and you gasped when he put his soft mouth over yours. In a few seconds you didn’t want to fall into his spell, but something told you it was okay. Shortly after, you returned his kiss and fumbled with clumsy fingers in the raven black hair of the god who demands that the world should kneel before him.
You could feel strong hands pressing you closer to his vast body, and a demanding tongue that separated your lips, and found yours. You gasped and pulled yourself closer to him, in a hope that you would melt together.

Loki moaned and laid himself on top of you, while he let his hand slide over your waistline, down to your hip and with a strong hand he pressed it against his own. Just as he kissed you vehemently over your neck and you knew that you gave yourself entirely to him, it sounded an horrible crash through the sky. Suddenly, heavy clouds darkened the sky. Loki threw himself up and glanced nervously toward the sky. You lay stretched out on the ground, full of confusion.

“Wh-whas’t happening?” you asked. The raven black haired demi-god looked at you with doubt in his eyes. “Don’t tell me you are afraid of thunder?” He gave you a uncertain grin, before looking up at the sky again. “I’m not a fan of the following…”, he said, just as a lightning stroke right before you. The blending light made you close your eyes and you rolled up into a ball, trying to protect yourself. The air was filled with blistering.

Then, as fast as the lightning got there, it was gone. And the god of mischief along with it.