awesomepatricia

Stuck in an elevator with the God Of Mischief, what could go wrong? Loki groaned again as your phone battery died. "Your Misgardian contraptions distress me" He mumbled, a pout plastered on his face. "Well suck it up, because we are stu- hey give me back my licorice!" You yelled at the green-eyed beauty as his hand slipped from you back pack. You put you hand out, only for a wrapper to be placed in your palm. You groaned in frustration. You hated Loki, he was deceiving, arrogant, cruel, and drop dead gorgeous. Wait you're supposed to hate him. Out of boredom you began to hum an upbeat tune, smiling when you noticed the god swaying back and

The stars were out, creating a blanket of night above your head. A light breeze came by, making the trees sway and dance with each other in the wind. You sighed content with yourself as you took a sip from your hot cocoa. Your body was warming up as you leaned against the cool glass on your window seat. Even at night the city of Asgard sparkled. Thor had once said that it was similar to a Midgardian city called New York. When you saw a picture of the place, you knew it was nothing compared to Asgard. Looking above at the stars and velvet red and silken purple galaxies that lay beyond, you couldn't help but feel.....empty. Glancing at your