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plotline:

someone, we don't know who, has hired Loki to try and kill you. Try, no, actually kill you. But, Loki just doesn't have the heart, after being a bit of a stalker. 

smut prompt-lines:

"If you're going to kill me, make it seductive."

"Why don't you mark me as yours, then?"

"Show me what you got."

"I don't think you really want to kill me." 

word count:

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Loki's POV (supriiiiise.)

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I perched on the ledge of her(i'm sorry, it's female pronouns!) window, watching the young woman inside. In a few minutes, she would hopefully be dead. I watched her walk around the room, seeming very much agitated while talking on her...what was it? Phone. That was it. I opened the window just a touch, able to listen in on her conversation. "...Really? There...isn't a chance of her waking up?...alright. Thank you. Just...try to wake her up. Please. She's my mother!"

 I noticed her toss her phone, and then continue to sit down on her bed and bury her face in her hands. I couldn't help but feel a bit of pity, remembering...Frigga. I watched as silent tears began to trickle down her cheeks. What had happened, between the two? I snuck over to her door, and went into my cat form. That would be the only way to get inside her house, that is, hoping she was a pet lover. And who wouldn't love a midnight-black cat with green eyes?

Y/N's POV

I heard the doorbell ring, and raised my tear-streaked head. Who would it be, especially at this hour, 11:38? I shrug. I had a camera to show me who has at the front door, so I could at least see if it was a crazy murderer.

I flicked on the camera, gasping a bit when I saw a little cat, pacing in circles. I ran down to the door, opening the door carefully, and seeing a midnight-black cat mewl slowly.

I gasped a little bit, and scooped him into my arms. I felt it rub its furry head against my chest, and laughed. "Looks like you need a little place to stay. I guess you can stay the night, I needed someone to talk to anyway. " The cat purred in response. It picked its head up, and looked into my eyes.

Now that I was looking into its eyes, the piercing green gave me an impression, that if this cat was a human, those eyes would be gazing straight into my eyes and into my soul.

I set it down on the couch slowly, peering at the little thing as it curled up into a ball. I ran over to the fridge, where leftover salmon from last night resided. I carefully warmed it up, setting it on a plate in front of the cat.

He(I had decided it was a he) sniffed at the food, then started to nibble at the food. I smiled, and sat down next to it, some tears still pricking at my eyes from the...disaster of earlier.

I waited until the cat finished, and then it paced over and sat in my lap, appreciative purrs sending low vibrations through my arm. I absent-mindedly started to stroke it, asking a light question. "Hey, boy, are you okay with me ranting a bit?" He let out a purr, resting his head on my lap and putting his paws on my right thigh. I assumed that was a yes.

I sighed, and started my rant/talk.

(From now on, it is you talking)

"First of all, it started with my deadbeat dad leaving us for his little 20-year old secretary, Cinnamon, in his office, without even a word. Like, what kind of name is Cinnamon? It sounds like her parents were looking at a spice rack when they named her.

My mom was already so fragile then, having heart issues and risk of strokes wasn't easy. Having my arse of a dad leave didn't make matters any better.

So that was one source of money for my mom and I that stopped quickly. Soon after, my mom started to hit the whiskey way too hard, and got in a car accident not long after, and she fell in a coma, where she's been for two days. I didn't know she was in a coma until barely ten minutes ago.

The money I'm making from my job as an animator is barely enough to pay for her medical bills,but it's keeping her alive. The doctors keep telling me she's not going to wake up, but I've got to have a little hope in that area, right?"

(End of your little monologue)

I sighed, my voice starting to crack, and my eyes started to fill with tears again. "Well, that's my dysfunctional family. I should probably let you rest for a while, buddy." I scooped him up, smiling lightly at his soft tail brushing my sides.

I went up the stairs, gently stroking his spine, giggling at the soft purrs of appreciation.
I carefully went into my room, nestling the cat into my chair full of clothes, letting him make a little nest there. I went over to my own bed, and curled up under the blankets.

"Goodnight, kitten." I could have sworn it purred back.

-the next morning-

I woke up, rubbing my eyes to try and protect them from the sun glaring into my eyes. My gaze fell on the chair the cat was sleeping in last night, and my stomach leapt into my throat, and I crawled backwards a bit, a choked sound coming out of my throat.

The cat wasn't there anymore.

Instead, a stunningly handsome, pale-skinned man was sitting in the chair, leafing through Throne Of Glass. He seemed to be wearing a rather dashing ensemble of all leather, a wicked green and gold design all through it. He tapped his leather boots against the floor as he flipped the pages, seemingly interested.

He had shoulder-length black hair, and his eyes were lowered to the book, although, for what I could see, his eyes were a beautiful, piercing shade of emerald green-

Wait. Black hair and emerald green eyes?

Just like...that cat! Wait, why did he look so familiar? I racked my brain, trying to come up with an answer, as my phone pinged with a text.

Web Boy🕸

Hey, where are you? Mr.Stark wants to meet you!

Crap, Peter, not now! I looked up from my nightstand, seeing the man's eyes slide up from the book. His lithe fingers placed a light green strip of cloth between the pages, and closed the book lightly. The man looked up, his piercing eyes finally meeting mine.

I yelped quietly as the memories flew into my head. I knew who this man was, and exactly why he was here. I met his eyes again, quietly slipping my hand under my pillow, a small dagger meeting my grip. I slid my legs out of bed.

"Loki. What a surprise." His eyes widened only slightly, the only expression that showed any shock. He stood up, a lot taller than I thought. I swallowed, pushing the nerves down my throat. I smiled. "Come for a visit?" In reality, i knew exactly why he was here.

Loki's thin smile grew. "No. Actually..." He came a little closer, perching on the edge of the bed. My fingers twitched around the hilt of my blade, which lay below the blanket by my leg, while it looked as though I was merely resting my hands there.

Loki's smile extended. "I have to kill you." At the same time a dagger appeared in his grasp, I snatched the blade up, defending the place where his blade aimed.

clang.

The sound of metal on metal ran through my bones, as I leapt out of bed and pulled another blade to my left hand, crossing them over the other and smirking. "Didn't think I'd notice the look in your eyes? I know what you look like when you're in the killing calm."

Loki smirked. "Good, love." Before I could react, the knife in his hand melted into a golden scepter, and he swept the base across my feet. I tumbled back into my bed, falling and laying flat on the surface. I tried to get back up, but Loki pinned my hands to the bed with one of his own, making me drop the knives.

I yelped, my hands splayed over my head, with Loki over me, straddling my hips.  The scepter melted back into a knife, which he placed exactly at my throat. I swallowed nervously, Loki leaning closer to whisper into my ear.

"Just so you know, I was the cat." My eyes widened, and I tried to wriggle out of his grasp. "Loki! That was you? I told- I told you my secrets?!" Loki's smile weakened. "Yes. I-I...I am very sorry about your mother." I chuckled, the sound a low noise in my throat. "Thanks, I suppose. Very kind of you to apologize when you're about to kill me."

Loki looked...strange. Contemplating. I sighed, as i didn't know what was happening inside that mind of his. Finally, he spoke up.

"I won't kill you...just do something for me."

dun 

dun

(josh)

dun

that's where i end it hahahah

~L