Chapter One

Hello readers! It's been far too long since I've written anything so I thought I'd give you all something new I'm sorry for being gone for so long xx Secondly I do not own the Marvel Universe (unfortunately), I only own my OCs and plot lines so please don't take them. Happy reading people! Please do review xx

Rachel Platten's 'Fight song' blared through the speakers of my rundown truck. Tap, tappity, tap. I kept the steady rhythm on my steering wheel as I watched the traffic grind to a halt, again. A small star shot across the sky then. May as well make a wish... I wish something good would happen to me for once. It really was a shot into the dark, a long shot, but oh well...

I let the engine idle, contemplating leaving my truck there in the middle of the road and walking home. It would be far quicker.

I glanced down at my phone: a news banner running across the screen: "Avengers saved the world a month ago from something they caused; is something bigger coming? Evidence says yes." Great. Brilliant. Fantastic. Everyone was panic buying. Idiots. I hit the accelerator and turned the corner a little too sharply, speeding down the cut through and into my road. Ugh, an hour to get home from the town centre. That was far too painful.

I pulled on the handbrake, slipping my phone into my handbag and legging it out of the ancient heap of metal. The traffic had been far too crazy after the whole Avengers headline, fear mongering media idiots. Jesus, it wasn't even in the UK and people were going to the shop to stock up for Armageddon. Trust me when I say this: a loaf of bread and some jam will not save your arse if a robot decides to kill you. Or any other alien which falls from the sky.

The key clattered on the side as I entered my house, flicking the lights on. They flickered twice before illuminating the room before me.

Blue eyes stared at me surrounded by raven black hair that was messily hiding a sharp jawline.

My handbag plummeted to the floor, along with my stomach. The dull thud made the figure jump slightly. There sitting on my sofa was a man looking ever so slightly beat up. Bruises decorated his face and muscular arms, whilst a cut ran down his lip. Ouch. His black shirt was extremely tight and so were his black jeans. Okay, so I had a beat up emo dude on my sofa...

"Midgardian, I wondered when you would be back home." He sat up, groaning slightly. His voice was rich and somewhat chilling. And he was most definitely not from around here. Okay...

Act natural, that's what I was going to do... "Ummm, do I know you?" I asked, kicking my bag to the side and grabbing the bat I kept for situations just like this. Not that I'd ever envisioned having such a situation like this one... Maybe he was a one night stand I'd forgotten about in the cupboard and now he'd finally escaped and waited here for revenge? The ragged, long hair would explain that but he was cleanly shaven... So where the hell had he come from?

"Do you remember the New York battle with the aliens?" The man's blue eyes watched me, raven black hair sticking out all over the place. A rather large air of authority rolled off of him whilst his voice had the ability to draw you in and hypnotise.

"Yes." I nodded, stepping forward. I let the bat swing in my grasp: hopefully the dude understood warnings.

"That was me," he grinned, gaze flickering to the bat. "It would have worked if some insolent fools had interfered and you Midgardians hadn't denied being ruled."

"Loki!" I shouted, raising the bat and rushing past him for the phone.

A cold hand encircled my wrist. I was twisted around. My nose collided with a hard chest. I looked up into his icy blue eyes.

"I promise you earthling I will not hurt you. You have my word." His voice seemed tired, bored almost, like he'd done this a hundred times. What happens if this was like the tenth house he'd been to and he'd killed all the other homeowners he'd come across...?

What on earth was wrong with him? Last time the Diva had been strutting his stuff on Stark Tower, now... Well, he was a mess.

I stood, watching him for a few minutes before setting the bat down. I wriggled my wrist around.

Loki's gaze dropped down to my wrist before he let go of it, sighing. "Midgardians..."

"You better not hurt me," I snapped. I pressed the bat against his chest, gripping it tighter knowing my hand would shake otherwise. "Now stop moving, you're bleeding all over my carpet."

Loki rolled his eyes. "It can be re-"

"Do you have the money to pay for a replacement?" I raised my eyebrows.

Loki shrugged, huffing. "No I do not."

"Then shut up." I raked a hand through my hair. Man this was crazy, far worse than a scornful one night stand. I had a bloody God in my house! Quite literally. A rather large open wound was on his arm. Good job blood didn't faze me anymore...

Loki picked up one of my ornaments, analysing it. "My father found me mimicking him on his throne and has cast me out, powerless, to spend my life on this wretched-"

I put a finger to his lips, which were - surprisingly - soft. "One more word, I will kick you out and then call the Avengers, understood?"

Loki chuckled, stepping away from my hand. His raven locks fell into his eyes as he nodded, instantly walking back to the sofa.

"Give me one good reason - no, scratch that," I sighed. "One brilliant, amazing reason why I shouldn't cast you out?"

Loki smirked. "My father and oh so perfect brother have already done that, I can assure you I will feel nothing towards your actions. Nobody seems to like me and you probably will not either." Loki grinned, his tone bitter. "But, do not worry the feeling is mutual."

"The phone is just over there." I pointed to the metal device used for phone calls. "Do I need to get it? Or are you gonna drop the attitude?"

Loki locked gazes. "No you do not need to call anyone, Midgardian."

"Then do tell me your excellent reason in order for you to stay here." I walked around the sofa, sitting next to him. The bat was still firmly in my grasp, ready for action. At least it wasn't a loaf of bread, that would be totally useless. In some weird way I still wished I lived at home, then I wouldn't be in this predicament at all. With him.

Loki's lips pressed into a thin line. His eyes flickered as if he was fighting an inner battle. At last he sighed. "I broke the wooden contraption in your garden when I arrived here, that is what wounded me."

"You broke my shed?" I watched Loki's smirk widen.

"Yes I did."

"So not only are you a destroyer of worlds, you're a destroyer of sheds." I shook my head, putting a palm to my face.

Loki turned to look me in the eye, his smirk slowly disappearing. "I also broke the lock on your back door."

"That's not a positive thing, that's a bloody con!" I waved my bat around, standing up. I probably looked like a stark raving lunatic but he was a stark raving lunatic so he couldn't exactly judge me. He had no right to judge me after the stunts he'd pulled.

"I am well aware of that, Midgardian." Loki rolled his eyes, his nostrils flaring. "I just thought honesty would be the best way forward in this mess. Nobody trusts me and I thought I should try to gain your trust by being honest for once in my life."

"Says the God of Mischief and lies..." I mumbled, collapsing back onto the sofa. Why me?

Loki chuckled before making a dissatisfied sound. "That would be the former God of mischief and lies."

I looked to him, shocked. "You're not a God anymore?"

"As of now I am nothing more than a Midgardian, like yourself," Loki sighed. "Did I not announce that earlier?"

"Hmmmm..." I shook my head, leaning back on the sofa and closing my eyes. Okay. I had a God in my house. It turned out the shooting star I'd made a wish on earlier was actually said 'God' falling from the sky. Wow, exiled and forced to skydive. I'm surprised he wasn't a little more pissed.

"What are you doing, Midgardian?" Loki's tone sounded bored again. A finger poked my face. Brilliant.

I flinched away, getting up and putting the bat back. "Thinking what the hell I'm going to do with you, Midgardian."

I picked up my first aid kit, watching the God before me. This was definitely not what I had in mind when I came home from work this evening. Personally I was just going to log onto Wattpad read a few fics before grabbing dinner and then go to bed. Maybe listen to some dramatic readings of my immortal before finally drifting off to sleep. So much for that happening...