Multi-Fandom One Shots

The Girl With No Name~Loki

I may or may not have used some lines from the first Avengers movie.

The dream was always the same.

Her eyes gazed into his soul, shining from the moon--the only source of light in the room. Every muscle in her face was relaxed, everything was left at the door when they entered the dark room. Her expression was pleasant, with an inkling of wistfulness, while the soft glimmer of her lucid eyes betrayed the poet and the dreamer.

This girl had no name.

At least, not one that he knew. But she didn't need one. He knew her by her eyes, they were unlike any he had ever seen; he could spot them in a sea of people.

The moonlight showered down on them from the open window. They caught in her hair, these moonbeams, making each (h/c) lock seem as if it was alight with passion. Her skin was illuminated by the stars; she looked deathly pale, like her heart would stop any moment, but he knew the truth. That it was beating away inside her, like a constant drum. Longingly, he devoured her face with his eyes, reaching out and brushing his hand against her perfectly shaped cheekbones, and under the feathers of her thick, dark lashes. Her head rested on his chest, the rest of her body lining up with his and their legs intertwined.

She leaned into his touch, humming in content.

"I wish we could stay here forever."

He smiled, moving his hand up from her cheek to run through her soft hair.

"As do I, my darling."

She twisted her head to rest her cheek on his bare chest, listening to the steady thump of his own heartbeat. He moved his hand from her hair down her back, caressing her delicate skin.

The dialogue was always the same. The look in her eyes was unchanged. He had this dream every night for as long as he can remember. He could see details of her face, but never the whole picture; he had never seen this girl before. All he knew was she was Midgardian--the moonlight was enough to tell him he was on Earth.

He often cursed himself for dreaming of a pathetic human who would not live two percent of his own life. But even so, he couldn't help but look for her in the crowd he made kneel for him.

He couldn't help but search for those eyes that haunted his sleep every night for hundreds of years.

And he couldn't help but think about the mysterious girl as he was escorted through SHIELD's flying base.

The enormous sliding glass door clamped shut, sealing the smirking evil within. He gave his new home a brief glance as he turned to face Director Fury.

"In case it's unclear, you try to escape, you so much as scratch that glass," Fury pushed a few buttons opening the floor beneath the glass cell. Loki stepped forward to see the thousands of feet between the floor he stood on and the Earth below.

"Thirty thousand feet, straight down in a steel trap. You get how that works?" The director closed the floor. He gestured toward the god, "Ant," then towards the control panel, "Boot."

Loki laughed, his tongue between his teeth in a serpent-like way, taking a few steps back.

"It's an impressive cage. Not built, I think, for me."

Director Fury kept his strong stance, glaring his prisoner down,

"It's built for something a lot stronger than you."

Loki smirked yet again,

"Oh, I've heard."

He shot a glance at the camera watching him, as if he knew Dr. Banner was watching.