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An Intriguing Encounter Trigger Warning - Abuse

TITLE: An Intriguing Encounter CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: One-Shot AUTHOR: GiveMeTheLemons ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki wandering around the city and coming across you beating up a bad person in a secluded area. he is immediately intrigued when, even as he stands there in plain sight watching, you simply take a glance at him and continue beating the person up. When you leave, you walk away, and Loki follows you. RATING: T NOTES/WARNINGS: Loki shadowes Y/N throughout the story, blood, beating up, pinned to a wall, Y/N demonstrates her powers and Loki starts simping, noncon touching, gender-specific slurs, I made this for an OC of a friend’s and I’m editing it to be a self-insert thingy so I’m really sorry if this doesn’t work, bear with me here

Loki wandered aimlessly down the dark alleyway, the shadows of the skyscrapers above cloaking him in comfortable darkness.

The trickster god had found it difficult to fall back asleep after a particularly bad nightmare and decided to take a walk throughout the cool New York City streets. By his best guess, it was about 2 AM, so it was likely there would be no witnesses, and he could easily evade any who came his way. The summer nights were always lovely here, and tonight was no exception. The light pollution unfortunately blotted out most of the stars, but other than that, he would have considered this a perfect night.

Loki’s smooth hand trailed against the tarnished brick wall at his side, dim lights shining from above and lighting the way ahead minimally. The city was normally quite loud, but it was noticeably quieter tonight. There were less cars honking, less people shouting, less music blasting. It calmed him.

Suddenly he stopped. He stood, tall and rigid as a pole, taking in his surroundings. Something wasn’t right. He was unsure of exactly what that something was, but he wasn’t about to let it slide under his radar. He knew when something required his (mostly unwanted) attention.

After listening for a minute, he heard the faintest sound of talking from the alleyway ahead and to his left.

Turning invisible, he decided to eavesdrop on whatever was happening. He carefully made his way to a ledge in the alley and spotted the source of the sound.

Two people were arguing below him, a man and a woman. It seemed rather heated. It was the woman who talked first, or at least, she was the first one who talked that he could make out. “Who the fuck do you think you are, thinking you can just go around feeling people up and someone won’t want to kick your ass? Huh?” She spoke carefully, in a casual tone that was colder than ice. Loki himself shuddered at her tone.

“Look, lady, it ain’t my fault you whores like to dress all skimpy-like, so ya’ really can’t blame me for touchin’ a little,” the man slurred slightly, clearly intoxicated to some degree. Loki saw the woman’s face darken, a glow seemingly entering her eyes.

“It ain’t your fault, huh? It ain’t your fucking fault? Well, this is,” she ground out hatefully before attacking the man full-on.

Loki’s eyes widened as a pole suddenly appeared in the woman’s hand. She slammed the pole down on the man’s head, knocking him to the ground. He heard the man beg for mercy, but his pleas went unnoticed by the woman, who continued beating the shit out of him.

When she was done with the pole, she flicked her hand slightly, and the weapon vanished. Instead, a pair of brass knuckles the same appeared on her fists and she set upon the man again. He feebly attempted to attack her in self-defense, but plates of the same material as the woman’s weapons appeared in mid-air and blocked his swings. Her eyes glowed brightly, her sclera, iris, and pupil all merging into the one hue as she fought, shards of the same color swirling around her and getting caught in her messy hair.

Loki watched the scene with interest, and he had since descended from his vantage point to get a better view. He stood, in the open and completely visible, as the woman stood up to her full height (which, he had to admit, wasn’t much). A long spear appeared in her hand and Loki briefly wondered what exactly she intended to do before she picked the man up by the back of his shirt and pinned him to the wall. Blood streamed down the man’s nose and he trembled as he held his hands in front of his head in surrender.

The woman’s eyes stopped glowing and returned to their original color. The shards of light that had danced around her vanished as she panted loudly with exertion. And then she turned her head to Loki.

He briefly was frozen for a moment like a deer in headlights as she appraised him. He got a better view of her now, her skin, her filthy blouse, her ripped jeans that were all slathered in grime, blood, and who knew what else. She wiped the sweat from her brow with one hand and idly licked the blood off of another. She smiled at him, almost like she knew something, and then turned perfectly around and strutted away without saying a word.

After she vanished from view, the spear pinning the man to the wall ceased to exist, and he fell to the dirty ground in a crumpled heap. Loki paid him no mind as he walked in the direction she had gone, eager to see what she did next.

He caught up with her, but she didn’t notice as she walked back to her apartment complex in upper NYC. After washing up in a nearby club’s bathroom, she found her way home and stepped into the clean building. She nodded a greeting to the receptionist at the desk and hopped into a stylish elevator to her right.

Loki watched, invisible, as she tapped a button on the wall. It seemed she lived in the penthouse.

After a few moments in the elevator, he watched her step out into a lavish hallway. She walked to the end of it, her feet making no sound on the floor. Taking a ring of keys out of her pocket, she slipped one into the doorknob and let herself in.

Loki didn’t really want to intrude on her privacy while in her home, and so he waited on her roof to see if she would visit the balcony connected to her apartment. After some time, his patience was rewarded, and he startled slightly as the door opened beneath him and she stepped outside.

Lowering himself onto the balcony floor soundlessly, he waited for her to turn around and notice him. She was wearing a simple shawl and nightgown as she gazed out onto the bustling city below. Her head tilted to the right, where the Avengers Tower stood tall and proud over all other buildings in the city. It was illuminated grandly, and she could only wonder what sort of austerity was contained within its secretive walls.

She sighed loudly as she took it in. “I bet they’re up there living the good life, saving the universe and drinking cocktails. Meanwhile, the rest of us have to fight the pettier crimes down here like the plebeians we are.”

She blew a short raspberry with her lips as she leaned on the railings, inspecting the dried blood caught beneath her fingers. Yup, just another night. Beating up assholes whenever she got the chance. She wondered idly if they might welcome someone like her into their ranks if they knew the kinds of things she was capable of.

“You aren’t the only one fighting petty crime, darling,” Loki finally spoke up, seeing her tense in surprise. Of course she wasn’t expecting anyone else on her private fucking balcony.

She turned swiftly and threw out a series of glowing knives at him, which he surprisingly only barely managed to dodge. She was quick. The knives landed in the wall where he had just been leaning and he stepped to the side. “You’re going to have to try harder than that.”

“Who in the fresh fruity fuck are you?” The woman demanded, another spear shimmering in her hand.

“You mortals and your incessant need for cursing, I swear…” Loki muttered, but otherwise didn’t answer her question.

“You’re Loki. You’re the fucking mischief god, aren’t you?” She spoke again, seemingly asking herself that question in disbelief.

“What gave it away?” Loki responded, shape shifting to be in his normal, godly garb.

The woman sighed shortly and vanished the spear, apparently deciding that he wasn’t here to hurt her. “So, how’d you like that little fight I put on for ya’?” She asked, smirking.

Of course. She saw him earlier.

“I must admit, you are rather entertaining. Do you have a name, mortal?” He drawled, his golden headpiece sparkling in the city lights.

“You can call me whatever you want, love. And if you’re gonna be here for a while, you might as well come inside.”

“‘Love’?” He repeated.

“Get used to it.”

Without another word, she slammed open the sliding door and walked inside, Loki following shortly after. He chuckled to himself.

She was weird.

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