Y/n = your name

L/n = last name

f/c = favourite colour

e/c = eye colour

h/c = hair colour

Your POV~

I slowly meander on the crowded sidewalk, enjoying the loud noises of a crowded city. I don't exactly know why I'm walking down this particular street, I had just felt the impulse to go out and explore the city. I usually follow my instincts, so here I am.

Now, something most don't know about me, is that I am definitely not a normal human. I was born with hidden abilities that did not surface until I was nine. These 'abilities' are most commonly referred to as 'psionic powers'. I can read people's minds, move things with my mind, and I heal faster than the average human, I also have a insanely high pain tolerance.

I haven't told anyone, and I never plan to. Mainly because of what happened when I first discovered them... But that's a story for a different time.

Look at you, talking to yourself again.

I'm not talking to myself, I'm talking to you.

I am you, remember?

Oh, I forgot. . . What ever, you're basically a different person, and talking in my head helps me to not read other people's thoughts. It gets really irritating listening to all them, and it clouds my own.

Yeah, I know right? They always blabbing about something. Shoes, phones, people, food, bacon, cheeseburgers, pickles-

You know that you're just listing food now, right?

Yeah, but that's just 'cause you're hungry.

You mean 'cause you're hungry.

Same thing.

Wow, look at that place getting demolished! You know, I could totally be in the demolishing business, I destroy everything I touch anyways, so why not get money for it?

I don't think that would be a smart career decision.

Since when have you been the reasonable one?

"Can we get a pic?" I faintly hear a girl ask someone. I walk with my head down, and give a sassy retort to myself, when I suddenly fall on the sidewalk.

I raise my eyes and glare at who I ran into, when I recognize who I just ran into.

Great job, (Y/n)! You're just magnificent, aren't you?!

SHUT UP!

"Are you okay?" A tall, long haired blonde asks, I recognize him as Thor.

"I DIDN'T DO IT! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!" I shout up at them, guarding my face with my arms.

"Pardon?" Thor asks, utterly confused, as Loki snickers beside him. Wait, what?

"You don't . . . know?" I venture quietly, looking up at them with only a little fear.

"Know what?" Thor questions, in a slightly irritated voice.

"N-nothing! Uh, sorry I ran into you. . .Loki, isn't it?" I rise to my feet, dusting off my faded jeans and f/c sweater. He looks surprised that someone recognized him, and I can't help but smile shyly.

"I'm a big fan." I say as I continue to brush myself off.

"Well, thank you-" Thor starts, smiling broadly.

I cut him off quickly, "Uh, actually, I was talking to Loki."

"Really? Him?" Thor quips, flabbergasted. I shyly glance at Loki, who looks stunning in a black suit, with his hair nicely slicked back, a shocking contrast to his pale white skin. He wears a vicious smirk, and clasps his hands behind his back.

For a puny Midgardian, she has taste, I hear Loki think. As I mentioned before, it is really irritating how I cannot control my powers of mind-reading, and right now I cannot contain my anger.

"How rude." I seethe at him, narrowing my eyes and frowning severely, "I am not a 'puny Midgardian'! Though I am from Midgard, I refuse to be called puny! How dare you insinuate that I am a lesser being than you! But, I do have good taste, I suppose."

Thor and Loki look at each other in shock.

"How did you?" Loki and Thor say at the same time.

"Well, I-I, oops. . . Sorry?" I volunteer, wringing my hands apprehensively. "Uh, I'll go now." I nod and start walking, but trip over the uneven pavement.

Loki catches me, so that our bodies are pressed up against each other's for support. He grins mischievously, and I realize that i'm blushing profusely. He's just really, really good-looking.

"Loki? What-" Thor's voice stops cold as Loki and I plummet through the concrete and free fall.

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I screech in fear as cold winds beat against me. I still clutch helplessly onto Loki's arm, probably wrinkling his nice suit. Loki seems to be yelling too, as we drop rapidly amidst black nothingness.

"DID YOU DO THIS?!" I scream at Loki, after all, he is the master of mischief and lies.

"NO! I DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS IS! STOP SCREAMING IN MY EAR!" He yells back, and but I still hang on tightly to his arm.

Falling. Cold. Dark.

Scary. Helpless. Panic.

Panic! Panic! Blackout.

That's basically what happened.

~Loki's POV~

Suddenly, her screams stop, and her tight grip on my arm slackens.

"Hello?" I whisper, catching her arm before we loose contact. She must have passed out, weak creature that she is.

This poses a rare opportunity to delve into her mind without her knowledge. She knew what I was thinking, so this makes me think she's not your average Midgardian.

I focus my powers, and fall into her memories.

~Flashback~

"(Y/n), you're so pathetic! How could anyone love you?! Nothing special about you, all you're good for is serving us! We are your betters, and you are nothing." A black haired brat jeers at the nine-year-old girl with the e/c eyes, and soft h/c hair.

(Y/n) sniffles quietly, and takes the verbal abuse without a fight.

"And if you even suggest that we are bullying you to a teacher or your parents, we will kill you, and your family."

At this, her eyes widen, not in fear, as one wold expect. No, they light up in anger and hate. She breathes calmly, and her e/c eyes turn white, burning with the purest form of wrath.

"You'll do nothing of the sort," she says in an eerily cold tone.

Unexpectedly, the mean girls shudder and twitch violently.

"You'll be dead, after all."

Then, a pair of scissors fly off of the desk and fly through all present except for (Y/n). (Y/n) screams and accidentally releases a wave of her psionic powers and levels the whole school and everyone in it.

There are no survivors.

~End of flashback~

Wow. That must have been tough for her. Wait, I don't care about her feelings.

~Your POV~

I wake up after a little while, and am unpleasantly surprised to find that I'm still falling. A cold hand clutches mine, and all is dark.

Until it's not.

Light suddenly overwhelms my senses, as I hit the ground hard. With a loud thump, Loki and I slam into the floor of a nice looking, cozy house. Thor stands near us, and in front of us is a strange looking man with a weird outfit, weirder than any I've ever seen.

"uh," I groan feebly, as I manage to stumble to my feet. I see a portal before my eyes, and barely make out the sound of Loki insulting and preparing to fight the dude in blue and red.

Before a fight could break out, the man sweeps his hand and all three of us fall through it.

A/N-

Hey, so here it is! I might not update often, but I strive to deliver the best of my writing.

And, I assure you that it does get better! At least I think it does. 🧐

In the next few chapters you and Loki really connect, this chapter was just to introduce you, and start things off.

I hope you enjoyed, and please tell me if there is a mistake, because then I'll fix it promptly!

Till next time!

-FeirceAngel