I Don't Know If It's Good, But I'm Giving It a Shot/You Confuse Loki With Doctor Who References and Tea/Also Wow His Voice is Hard to Pin Down
It was early enough in the morning that Dannie was still awake in the empty house, scrolling through tumblr, when something crashed in the backyard. She jumped and put a hand on her laptop to steady it, looking around wildly. She waited a minute and then heard something like a groan and something (branches?) crunching. Dannie put her laptop down and stood up. Then sat down. She looked at the phone, unsure if she should call someone. The police? What if it was someone in her backyard? But what if it was just an animal? She didn't want to talk to a complete stranger and ask for their help only to end up bothering them unnecessarily. She decided to hedge her bets and peeked out the window.
Oh. There was something she hadn't predicted.
It was a Loki cosplayer. A good one.
In a crater.
Well. This made... no sense whatsoever.
Hoping that this wasn't some serial killer's attempt at luring in fangirls, she tentatively went to the back door and looked out at the man who was just coming to. She meant to ask something along the lines of are you okay? but what came out instead was, "Why are you dressed like Loki?"
He sputtered, turned his head away from her and spat out what could have been blood. It was a full moon and the light only went so far. He bared his teeth in effort as he pushed himself up to a sitting position so he could stare her in the eyes. "Mortal, you dare mock me?" His voice was like crushed velvet, hoarse from exhaustion and pain, and it carried an edge to it like concealed daggers, not like a promise but the foretelling of coming anguish.
It made Dannie swallow nervously. "I'm not mocking you," she said, voice hardly carrying, but he heard her anyways. She was growing less and less sure as time went on, because what she saw before her was ridiculous and couldn't be true but it was being done so convincingly well. She wanted this to be true, too. And then his eyes caught hers and she knew that this particular God of Lies was genuine. No one could fake eyes like that. They were brutal and defiant, practically glowing in the hushed partial darkness, and madness curled in the color like it curled the corners of his lips so his teeth glinted there in the low light; these were eyes that had seen marvels beyond her imagination and beckoning horrors worse than mad artists' renditions of hell, brought forth with their pained hands from minds tortured by too much of the truth, of what was out there, just waiting for someone unlucky enough to fall into their grasp. And each thing he had seen, each fresh insanity had left a brushstroke in his eyes and oh, it showed. It showed.
Somehow, the God of Mischief was sitting in a crater in her backyard. A being beyond belief had crash landed into her life. There was, of course, only one appropriate reaction.
"Oh my god, I'm Amy Pond."
Loki's lips twisted disdainfully. "While I appreciate your acknowledgement of my superiority," and note to self, never use the phrase 'oh my god' around him ever again, "and it shows that you are more intelligent than the rest of your ilk, Miss Pond, we have more... important matters to discuss."
Dannie stared at him for a moment, and then what he said clicked. "Oh! Um, no, I'm not, uh, don't call me Amy Pond. I'm Dannie. And, what matters?" She asked the last part with no little trepidation.
He blinked and frowned. "You said that your name-"
"I know, I meant, well, never mind what I meant, ignore that. Call me Dannie."
He sneered. He probably didn't appreciate being cut off. Oh dear. "There's no need to lie to cover up your name for I cannot harm you through it presently. Especially not so clumsily, mortal. Now, you will assist me and tell me everything the Avengers," he spat out the name like so much trash, "have been up to." He said it with such arrogance, like it was the natural order of things, that she would drop everything to help him against his enemies. Never mind that his enemies weren't even here. And something he said struck her as odd, but what, but what... Oh.
"No," Dannie says in what she hopes is a calm, confident voice, but maybe probably isn't. (You try being calm and confident in front of a fictional Norse god brought to life and see how well you fare.)
He snarled and raised his hand, making a complicated gesture. Nothing happened. He jerked back, looking at his hand as if in betrayal before the memory steals across his face and darkens it. She choked down the instinctive response, figuring it wouldn't be good to push him too far. If he didn't like what she'd done already, he'd really hate his performance issues being questioned yet again by a "mere mortal."
"Your magic is gone, isn't it?" Dannie asked, already knowing the answer to his question. Presently, he'd said, meaning he'd been able to do it in the past. Either his magic was gone or he was simply too exhausted to be able to summon the necessary magic, but he wasn't going to be able to curse her right then and there. He must be more tired than he realized to let that little tidbit slip.
"I won't tell you about the Avengers, but I will get you a cup of tea. And some food. And... I think you need to learn a little more about this world. It's not the one you left."
His gaze turned a little more inquisitive at her last statement, but she has already turned around to go back inside, not waiting for his answer. She already felt exhausted. She put the kettle on and wondered what she was going to do.
Outside, now that no one can see him, a god wonders the exact same thing.
Submitted by tophatsandfedoras
Oh bright angel of penned words, write again, I beg you, write again!!!
LOOK, L-L-LOOK, I ASKED FOR FANFICTION AND SHE WROTE ME BEING LOKI'S AMY POND. AND OHGOD THE DESCRIPTION OF HIS EYEEEES. AND THE TEA. AND THE CRATER. SO MUCH PERFECTION. ABOVE AND BEYOND EXPECTATIONS DOES NOT DESCRIBE THE LOVE I HAVE FOR DORA RIGHT NOW.












