Loki X OC

Loki X OC

okay, so I’ve been reading a lot of fanfiction trying to cope up with the massacre (pun unintended) that was infinty war. so i was like, why not, lets try my hand at writing once. 

SUMMARY: set in the timeline of Avengers(2012), this is before Loki’s attack on new york. he is spending his days idling in shops, reading, while waiting for Erik Selvig to finish his calculations so the plans can be charted out. thats when he is suddenly approached by a young woman (OC or original character), who says, “I find your look very aesthetically pleasing so would you mind if I base the character of my book on you please?”

WORD COUNT: 1698 words churned out in a 1 am whirlpool of nonsensical ideas Im sorry

WARNINGS: none, really.

this is my first ever fanfic so if my facts or words are wrong and stupid please just gloss over my mistakes thanks

also tagging the awesome  @minnie-marvel because she was kind enough to agree to be tagged to my stories if i should ever write them, and promised to provide “constructive criticism”

and @loverofbumblebees just because she is the first person who spoke to me here (i hope im not troubling you with this im sorry if i am)

TITLE : AESTHETICALLY PLEASING MONSTER

Out of the corner of her eye, she couldn’t help but notice. The jet black hair set perfectly, cheekbones which stood out as if polished, and a shine in his light blue eyes when he turned the next page of the book- to her, he basically was calling out to people to notice him. Always in a full black suit, he merely sat in a corner of the coffee house, unnoticed by most. But she, she could never take her eyes off him.

Leah had only seen him for the second time, but he seemed to captivate her. Sure, his eyes were painted with dark circles, his cheeks somewhat had a hollow, ghostly tinge, and his eyes, they sometimes seem to shine with menace as he occasionally glanced out of the window to look at the word outside. Busy. Screaming. Chaos unleashed.

But these suited him. She didn’t know how to describe it.

Now sitting right in front of this man who ignored her very existence, she marveled at her own daring. Or in her case, stupidity. He merely turned the next page lazily, as Leah stared at him, almost willing him to make any form of conversation. Her hands clutched her bag tightly, her lips pursed in a thin line, and after twenty minutes of absolute silence, she decided to go for another bout of boldness.

“Hello, I’m Leah Black. The owner’s niece.” The man didn’t even bat an eyelash.

“Can you hear me, sir?” no response.

“EXCUSE ME?”

He looked up at her almost with annoyance, snapping the book shut. Leah regretted it immediately, as a few people sitting nearby turned to look at them. She knew she had forced the man to talk now, and it was not what she was really aiming for. The words tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop it.

“I find your look very aesthetically pleasing so would you mind if I base the character of my book on you please?”

“What?” his eyebrows went up suspiciously.

She repeated what she said in a much slower pace, her voice almost apologetic. She was stuck. Dead end. Writers block. Call it what you would.  And here she seemed to have found the solution to her problems. A man who seemed to be exactly like Leah’s character?! What were the chances? And she wasn’t ready to miss this one.

“Please.” She said, after a few minutes of explanation. He looked at her in mild surprise, as if she was speaking nonsense, which, if Leah thought about it, was quite accurate at his part. “Just let me, you know, speak with you for a while. A few sketches.” She pointed towards her sketchbook. “Please you would really help me out.”

Loki looked at her, wondering if he should just ignore her again. He was merely waiting for Erik Selvig to complete his calculations, after which he could formulate a better plan for the portal. But now this mortal, with weird curly hair and glasses perched over her brown eyes approached him, asking if HE would model for a book?

He had ignored her, and she had nearly blown his cover; not that he cared for it, but Clint seemed to insist it was necessary.

Aesthetically pleasing. An aesthetically pleasing monster.

What stupidity. But maybe he had some time to indulge in some stupidity right now.

Leah was overjoyed when the man agreed. “You are awesome man, thanks!” she cried, as she shook hands with him, though he looked very unwilling. “So, what’s your name?”

“Lo-Luke.”

“Luke?”

He nodded. Her eyes passed over him again. Now that he was closer, she could see the small gold and green embroidery in his suit. Quite extravagant.

And so Leah spent the next hour talking to him. Other than the place where he was from and his family, he answered almost all the questions, the sarcasm and wit growing more and more evident with each passing minute. Leah kept repeating how much she appreciated his helping her, while he just waved her thanks off. But she could see he was only doing it so she would leave him alone.

This thought was solidified when she saw clear disgust on his face when she sat opposite to him the next day. “I’m sorry, but please put up with me.” She asked with a weak smile, and he sighed and nodded. This time around they spoke more about books, and surprisingly, at least in her opinion, Luke was more willing to converse today. He spoke about all the books he had read, some titles which she hadn’t ever heard of, and spoke with quite some passion. “After all, literature seems to be one of the few redeeming traits of humanity.” He finished grandly, and she silently agreed with him.

The next two days she merely sketched him, occasionally talking but mostly drawing. He read his book, the old one replaced with a new title, one of her own, upon his insistence; and once in a while, he looked up to see her deep in her own world.

Loki’s lips went up in a small smirk. This mortal interested him, he had to admit. He looked at her furiously at work, her pencil running over the pages of her battered sketchbook. Then he looked down to read the words she had written. They were well crafted, this woman had potential, but she could improve. She had all the scope. The fact that she wrote murder mystery seemed to please him somehow. He softly hummed the words ‘aesthetically pleasing monster’ under his breath. Words she would never hear.

The next day, Luke had forced Leah to show him her sketchbook. She wasn’t very willing, but so wasn’t he with her ‘little interviews’, so she felt it was the least she could abide by. She watched as her took in her sketches of him- a detailed portrait of him reading while leaning on the window, his face when he looked out of the glass, an occasional devilish smirk. She had also accentuated his hollow cheeks, polished bones, and dark circles under his eyes, and she really thought they made him look much more, um, not human. Almost ethereal in a sense.

She watched as he flipped over the pages with his face on it, turning them to see a cat sprawled on the railing outside, a young man holding the hand of his girlfriend, an old lady outside a flower shop, a mother with her baby held close, and some other faces she had drawn. His eyes lingered for a moment longer on the caricature of Tony Stark, the Iron Man. “You know him of course, he is on the news all the time these days.” Leah didn’t know why she felt like she had to give an explanation.

Luke merely nodded, and turned the page. He wasn’t all that talkative that day.

They spent a few more days talking, and Loki wondered, for how long would his charade go on? Why was he even doing this? He looked at the mortal. She had said her name was Leah. Leah Black. Leah Black who reached out to an aesthetically pleasing character in a coffee shop. An aesthetically pleasing monster. And a woman who could clearly see the anger and hurt he carried inside, but speak not of it in his presence; he could see it in her eyes that she understood somehow, though she could not gauge its depth. She knew her boundaries and respected his, and funnily enough it intrigued him.

Erik Selvig was finished. Tonight was the day they would plan the attack. Clint had specifically mentioned his needs. A target. And an eyeball.

Loki looked at her sitting across him, her attention to the sketchbook again. And he wondered. How long would this charade go on for? Would he miss this? Acting a part to keep up a cover he was once ready to blow to smithereens? He knew it was all a lie. She looked up to meet his eyes, and smiled. She carefully tore a page from the book and hand it to him.

“A ‘thank you’,” She said. “for putting up with me” Loki looked down to see himself, holding a gold rimmed book with an elaborate cover, in his black suit with intricate embroidery. A soft smile on his face and his eyes on the pages. He never would have thought he could smile like that. Maybe this woman had drawn a lie. But despite knowing her for only a week, he could tell, she was incapable of it.

Leah saw Luke look at her and smile for the first time, a smile directed entirely at her. She could feel her heart speed up and blood rush to her face. Looking anywhere except at his striking blue eyes, she beagn gathering her supplies.

“I won’t disturb you anymore. Thanks a lot once again Luke.”

Loki just sat there for a few moments, watching, and thinking. She quickly started to pack up her stuff, muttering about her new book, and how she hoped he would one day read it, and hopefully, give her ‘constructive criticism’. And just as she was about to leave, he did something even he couldn’t comprehend.

“Go away from this city.”

Leah stopped in her tracks, more surprised by the change in his tone than his words. “What?”

“Leave New York. It is not going to be safe here. Run away.”

“Just what sort of nonsense-“

“Just go.”

Leah looking at him, confused. What did he even mean by that?

“Luke? What-“

“It’s not Luke.”

It’s not Luke. He had lied about his name. “I’m sorry but I have to leave now.” Leah whispered, as she slung her bag over her shoulders and quickly walked towards the exit, her eyes on him the entire time.

Loki watched her leave, bewildered at his own words, unconsciously clutching the paper in his hands tighter.

It was only when she watched the news a few days later that Leah understood what he meant.

It was not Luke. It was Loki.

Though she still didn’t understand why the Avengers were standing at her doorstep.

okay. a snippet.

so i started it. just showing you a little before i post the complete stuff, i think i’ll be done by today. @thecooingcat @supremehusbands 

btw jane is my assumed name. i just wanted a generic one.

Jane rolled her eyes as she looked over to her friend who was smiling at her phone, the light from it forming patterns of shadows on her face. Brinda felt the corners of her lips tug up as she read the contents of the message. “Let me guess,” Jane’s voice sounded almost mechanical. “Is it that blogger?” Brinda looked up quickly. “Who?” “Miss whats-her-name….what was it? Yes, supremehusbands?” A soft chuckle left brinda’s lips as jane rolled her eyes. Sitting in their usual seat at the coffee shop near their college, they were waiting for their next lecture. And as usual, brinda was busy with her phone. Jane was used to it- watching this girl with the weird messy hair and an even weirder fandom shirt laugh out loud over jokes or coo over grown men as if they were puppies, occasionally earning very suspicious looks from other people sitting in the shop- but things seemed to have changed the past month.

I wish too much, i guess I wish to stand tall and never shake Yet i wish to fall asleep and never wake I wish no one cares what i do or wont Yet i wish if i were to cry someone would say "dont" Aah, yes. I wish much more than I deserve

-excerpts from an incomplete poem I don't believe I'll finish. (Original please don't copy)

And thus I heard a small voice in my head, "No truer words have been spoken" she said

all i want is to be well-read, well-spoken, and well-loved.

God bless

some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs

body language masterlist

a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

550 words to say instead of fuckin said

638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

some more body language help 

A RANDOM FANFIC

SUMMARY:  so well basically these two people @thecooingcat and @supremehusbands TOOK ALMOST 90% OF MY DASH arguing over something a third party might not really understand. (some angst flick and a bowl of tears tbh). And then continuous reblog flirting.

And I did what any logical person would do. I threatened them that if they don’t stop I would write a fic shipping the two of them. Basically I threatened them with a good time lol.

So here it is @thecooingcat as Brinda, @superhusbands  as Bella, @extraordinaryloki as Bella’s friend 1, Marie, @fiireproof as Bella’s friend 2,Nick, and @i-am-too-hot (awesome name btw) as Ria, a classmate of Brinda and Jane. Who’s Jane? That’s yours truly btw.

Let me know how it is, and if I made some mistakes, in my defense guys, I don’t really know you all so well, so sorry :)

WORD COUNT: 1,451 boy that turned out longer than I expected.

WARNINGS: yes someone please calm down @fiireproof, she’s getting way too excited ;)

TITLE: THE BLOGGER IN HER LIFE

Jane rolled her eyes as she looked over to her friend who was smiling at her phone, the light from it forming patterns of shadows on her face. Brinda felt the corners of her lips tug up as she read the contents of the message.

“Let me guess,” Jane’s voice sounded almost mechanical. “Is it that blogger?”

Brinda looked up quickly. “Who?”

“Miss whats-her-name….what was it? Yes, supremehusbands?”

A soft chuckle left Brinda’s lips as Jane rolled her eyes. Sitting in their usual seat at the coffee shop near their college, they were waiting for their next lecture. And as usual, Brinda was busy with her phone. Jane was used to it- watching this girl with the weird messy hair and an even weirder fandom shirt laugh out loud over jokes or coo over grown men as if they were puppies, occasionally earning very suspicious looks from other people sitting in the shop- but things seemed to have changed the past month.

“Who uses such a bizarre url?”

“She’s actually quite awesome if you get to know her.”

Another set of eye rolling. Jane felt she must have perfected the gesture by now.

It all started few weeks ago. Some person whose blog Brinda liked had PM-ed her, that is, sent her a private message. And she had gone crazy. “OMG JANE SHE IS CHATTING WITH ME!!!”

Jane had acknowledged it with a nod of her head, busy in her new book. If only she had known what would follow.

Marie looked at Bella, and let out a soft giggle. Bella felt blood rush to her cheeks, and tried her best to ignore her friend. She turned to read the words again.

Reblogged by @thecooingcat : you really know how to make a woman blush

Marie giggled again. “You weren’t even trying Bella. When did you become such a player?!”

Bella had found this girl who called herself thecooingcat a long time ago on her dash, but had only started to interact with her when what can only be called a peculiar message dropped by her inbox from this mutual. Peculiar, she thought, for all it said was ‘drown me in your best ironstrange content’

Since then they had bonded. Bella found out that this other girl was also in college, though was she in her final year too was something she hadn’t yet asked. They seemed to have common interests- notably the shipping Ironstrange (which Marie termed obnoxious, but well, Bella had learned to ignore her best friend sometimes), singers Adele and Charlie Puth, who seemed to be, surprisingly, both of their favourites, and they even liked the same fanfiction writers. Bella felt a lot of respect for thecooingcat when she had mentioned to her she worked with under privileged kids. And when Bella told her she loved games and original soundtracks of WITCHER 3 and GOW, she had responded with “dude WITCHER 3 AND GOW SOUNDTRACKS ARE AWESOME”. Bella was floored from that day on.

They had started a little debate over angst fanfics, and it somehow ended up with Bella saying, ‘well, Brainy is the new Sexy’ and adding a Loki gif. An action she regretted until this reply came up.

Nick looked over to the laptop screen to see what Marie was laughing about, almost mysteriously appearing from a small mountain of pillows. “I thought we were going to hangout and Bella was gonna write. For her archivesfanfiction thing?” he quipped. Marie let out another laugh, stopping only when Bella glared at her. “Oh she is. She is just busy with a very critical reply.”

Bella turned around to face her computer again after making a face, as the other two shared a high five.

Jane grabbed the cup of coffee from Brinda’s hands. “No more for you Bri.”

“Aww why?!”

Jane merely sipped her own cup, looking expressionless. “Too much coffee isn’t good for the body. It’s a diuretic.”

“A what?”

“Just let it be.”

She watched as Brinda turned her attention back to the phone again, lips pursed in a thin line. She had started talking about this blogger she found on tumblr, how they liked the same music, same writers, how she inspired her own art. How they had mutual friends like im-tops-bottom and others. Jane had always felt that the people Brinda followed online had very unusual names, but knowing the kind of content she liked, it didn’t really surprise Jane. Maybe on a good day Jane would appreciate posts about cute couples who don’t exist, but she still preferred to refrain from screaming her passions out loud in the void of the internet.

Sometimes Jane wondered if she was only jealous, but she waved off the thought.

Suddenly Brinda’s head snapped up, and she shoved the phone near Jane’s face. “Just look at this! Isn’t this dialogue set funny? Supremehusbands is really good at this!”

Jane laughed reading it, but noticed something. “Hey Bri, the post set has locations on.” She looked into Brinda’s eyes, a smirk on her face. “Your beloved supremehusbands lives just a train journey away?”

“what?!” Brinda barely looked at her before dropping the phone in surprise, then checking it just to see she wasn’t lying. “Awesome!”

Both of them only looked up when a familiar voice greeted them. It was Ria, a fellow classmate from their English lectures.

“Finished your new poetry piece for the Slam Poetry event?”

Jane noticed Brinda stiffened. “I’m nearly done Ria.” A smile.

“I can’t wait to read it. See you guys around.”

Taking another sip, Jane fixed Brinda with one of her stares. “You didn’t even get started did you?”

“What do you mean Jane?” Brinda’s voice stuttered.

“Dude you sweating bullets! Do you think I can’t see through your lies?”

Brinda merely looked at her feet, while Jane went on. “You have only been online, messaging and giggling. Stop flirting, you have other stuff to do too!”

“I’m sorry Jane.” Her voice was a whisper now.

“You should be.”

Marie and Nick watched Bella pacing around the room. When Nick looked at Marie in confusion, she mouthed “it seems her crush has been offline for a week. She doesn’t know what to do.”

Bella turned to look at them sharply, as if asking for advice.

“Why don’t you use this time to write what you were planning for your other website.” Nick said, immediately realizing how bad a move it was. Bella flashed a glare, while Marie gave a high pitched whistle before laughing. “He isn’t wrong you know, Bella-tricks” Marie added, using the name thecooingcat had given Bella especially upon hearing about their shared obsession of harry potter and Loki.

Bella sighed before she nodded. Maybe she had to move on, atleast for the time being.

Nick and Marie exchanged a look, before the latter winked at her and pulled out her phone.

“Brinda?”

“What THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE SO EARLY IN THE MORNING IT’S SUNDAY?!”

“Whoa calm down.” Jane dodged a pillow and forced a cup into Brinda’s hand. “Coffee and chill, dude.”

It was only when Brinda gulped down the drink was Jane allowed to speak again. “Get dressed, something nice. We are going somewhere.”

Brinda’s eyes narrowed. “Where?”

“I’ll tell you on the train.”

Jane watched from the window of a coffeeshop nearby the bookstore from where she had dropped Brinda. She had felt guilty after the accusation she threw earlier, and decided she wanted to do something for her best friend. That’s when Jane decided to track down this supremehusband person.

Funny, it turned out to be much easier than she had imagined. It seems her brother knew one of the blogger’s acquaintances, a girl named Marie, and when Jane got in touch with her, Marie was more than willing to help set up a date, saying that Bella, which seemed to be the real name of the mysterious blogger in Brinda’s life, was as mesmerized with Brinda as she was with her.

She saw Brinda approach a tall girl with shoulder length hair, who also seemed to be over flowing with nervous laughter, and shake hands. It seemed as if they had introduced themselves, and after a few minutes of awkward initial conversation, they had really become comfortable. She watched Brinda laugh out loud as Bella cracked a joke, and watched surrounding passerby’s give both the girls familiar suspicious looks.

She turned to look across her seat at Marie and Nick, all three of them smiling.

“It seems like a happy ending is on the cards, my people.” Said Nick, before they all raised their glasses and pretended to make a toast, their own laughter echoing in the secluded shop.