This one-shot has become a full on story now. Hope you enjoy. x

Manhattan had descended into chaos.

Monsters kept pouring from a hole in the sky, which had been a beautiful and clear blue only minutes before. The entire city had become hell on Earth. People were running away from the monsters, away from the explosions and fire.

All except for one young woman.

This particular tiny waif of a woman watched in shock and terror from the bookstore she'd been previously occupying, Norse books of myths she'd just bought completely forgotten on the floor.

Why was her long lost childhood friend – her only friend – doing this? She'd been following the news of the events in Germany a few days prior, and that was definitely him.

Loki.

Her Loki.

He was back. She knew she had to do something to at least try and dissuade him from his current violent course of action. She knew she'd probably fail; she knew that failure was in her nature.

It was likely a suicide mission, but she was willing to die trying to save him from himself. She was irreparable, beyond saving. Her death wouldn't affect anyone.

However, if something happened to Loki...

He'd given her reason to keep going, even after all this time. She felt as if she owed it to him, in the very least, to try and stop him. He wasn't like really like this.

She knew that deep down, he hurt like she did in a lot of ways. ...

That deep down, he'd never do anything to intentionally harm her...at least she thought so. She just hoped he'd remember her, as insignificant as she was in this world. It'd been over a decade.

The girl steeled her resolve, preparing to ease out of the shop and try and get as close to Stark Tower - to Loki - as possible.

Before she could move toward the door, however, the glass of the bookstore's front window that she had been pressed up against shattered after she saw a flash of light. The shockwave from the blast sent her to the floor, shards slicing in to her exposed skin and face. When she tried to move her left leg, she found that one large piece of glass had cut through her jeans and embedded itself in her thigh.

The pain was blinding, making her pulse pound against her ears. She forced herself up off the ground, glass still painfully stuck in her appendages, and began to make her way out (even if it was hobbling) into the streets to get closer to the demi-god.

Those...things...whatever the hell the were, were everywhere. On buildings, flying around the sky, chasing people down...everywhere.

She said a silent prayer for all the lifeless bodies lying in the streets, silently hoping that they met their untimely ends quickly and painlessly.

For the first time in years, her Catholic faith having been long since forgotten, the dark haired woman formed the Sign of the Cross and prayed for an easy journey for their souls.

How could Loki do this?

The small woman carefully crept along wrecked and overturned cars, behind bus stops and under debris, inching closer and closer to the tower. Luckily, the book store was only about two blocks away to begin with, but the added destruction all around her and overwhelming possibility of death made the trek feel infinitely longer.

As she came a within viewing range of the base of the tower, noticed a clearing that would put her in Loki's eyesight from the platform he was on. She knew his senses were much more keen than that of any human's, so he should be able to hear her with ease.

He always had before.

She took a breath and dashed out into the clearing, hoping that her half baked idea would work.

"Loki! What are you doing?! Please stop this!" Her already hoarse voice was strained even more.

Nothing. Her eyes started to brim with tears.

"Loki please! It's Noelle! You're not like this!"

If the liesmith had heard her, and surely he had, then he was turning a deaf ear to her. She knew that those things were going to close in on her soon, and time was running out.

With tears falling freely now, she tried again. "Loki! I love you! Please listen to me!"

The lack of response to that hurt, but she wouldn't give up.

As she prepared to shout at him again, though, she heard a shrill, robotic screech and felt a white hot pain rip into her side.

Her vision blurred, and the girl called Noelle collapsed, alone and forgotten. She could no longer find the strength to move, not even to clutch her burning side.

As she lay there dying, life leaving her body more and more by the minute, she squeezed her watery eyes shut. She filled her mind with warm thoughts of her old friend and the times they'd shared to block out the miserable chill overtaking her very soul.

She could tell the wound was a slow-yet-fatal bleed without looking, as the blood did not immediately soak her clothes and the pain was immense, yet there was no shock canceling out the pain coursing through her body.

She felt everything.

She heard more of that screeching coming her way, and a strangled, weak sob escaped her lips.

It wasn't that she was afraid to die. She had made her peace a long time ago. But if this was going to be it, and these were her final few moments, she wanted to go without being tormented by those abominations...

...Or whatever was roaring so inhumanly and loudly, shaking the very ground she laid on as its footsteps got closer.

This was originally just a bizarre head canon I had, and I needed to get it out.

If demand is good enough, I have an idea and could easily turn this into a past-present Loki/OC/Bruce Banner story. If it's not good, I'll remove it.

Let me know!

xBreeze