The fateful day came; Eyeless Jack ran out of pie

Imagine the famed Loki, destroyer of New York, appears in your house with the intention of hiding out from the Avengers.

It was supposed to be a normal, quiet day. After the Battle of New York, it had taken so long to get back into the routine of normal. And you had been doing so well. You began going to work again a couple weeks after the Incident and eventually managed to live again after the whole city had been turned upside down. It didn’t help that your apartment looked directly into Stark Tower, that you were in the heart of the chaos, watching the city rebuild from a skyscraper.

You had been looking forward to your day off work. You could sit down, read a book, have some ice cream, sketch a bit. Relax. You know what’s not relaxing? The God of Mischief and Lies and the Destroyer of New York suddenly appearing in your living room.

You had been reading a book on the couch when it happened. The faintest thump behind you, audible breathing, and a burning realization that you were no longer alone. You jumped up from your spot and spun around and there he was. Anyone would recognize him. Loki, the so-called “god” who took it upon himself to destroy New York city. And there he was in front of you, looking at you curiously, in full evil villain ensemble, topped with the ridiculous gold horned helmet he was known for.