Diner Girl
My day was long from working in the shop, and I may or may not have smoked a joint or two to wind down. I hopped off my motorcycle, pulling off my helmet and putting it in the compartment under the seat. I slowly walk to the local diner in our small town, admiring the forest surrounding us.
I jump at the flash of purple light in front of me, a very tall man with a emerald green suit and gold headpiece slammed a scepter on the ground.
“KNEEL BEFORE ME MORTAL!”
I jump at his loud voice.
“I should ask the dealer if he put something else into this strain… what the fuck…”
The man’s eyes flash a bright blue as he glares at me. I pinch myself. The pain brings the realization that this is indeed happening and not a hallucination.
“I. Said. Kneel. Mortal. I am Loki of Asgard and I am here to rid your realm of the concept of order.”, his voice rumbles into the air, growling out the word “order”, and it clicks of who it is.
The blond dude. Thor… right right his brother… righttt. I look at him with my red eyes, slowly blinking.
“What the fuck is up with the cosplay…”, I inadvertently say confused if this was real or not.
“Cosplay—DO YOU DARE INSULT ME MORTAL?!”, I lean back from his angry figure. “My bad! My bad…” I mumble to myself “It’s always the cute ones. Crazy motherfuckers….”
His brow raises in amusement as he stares at my unintelligible mumbling.
“Do you not know who I am? I am Loki King of Asgard, Ruler of the Jotuns, God of mischief,” his tone is calmer, greatly humored by my reaction.
“Nah, I know. I just… yanno…” I look around, “You’re in the smallest town in America basically…”, I look at him confused. “I am aware.”
“So—“
“The best tricks are unexpected mortal.”, he says narrowing his eyes, a grin growing on his face.
“Right…riiighttt…”, I say looking at him thoughtfully.
“Your reactions are the most amusing I have yet to receive.” He says grinning slyly, “And I can read minds you know? I know what you desire the most…”
I sweat nervously. It would be very awkward if he knew what I was thinking.
“You desire to be wanted, loved, you want to feel powerful. You yearn for a person to show you that they love you, worship you…” He passionately shakes his fist to emphasize his point, and his eyes lower into a darker predatory gaze, “I, Loki of Asgard shall provide it.” He bows deeply.
I look at him, mouth agape.
“Uh… close, i just wanted to get a burger,” I point to the diner behind him, “but I’ll take a controversial relationship with the God of Mischief as well.”
He laughs, walking slowly to me. He looks down the slope of his nose at me. I look down nodding awkwardly to myself as the pressure of his gaze flusters me. He looks like a sleek panther that is cold and calculating when coming to his prey. The bright blue eyes drawing me in like an ocean of sin.
“What do you desire?” I randomly blurt out.
A Cheshire grin grows on his face and he conjures a pint of mead smiling down at me.
“I desire to bring chaos to the world,” his eyes flash in ambition, “I look to bring the world to its knees by shaking up its foundation of peace and order.” He takes a slow sip and looks at me with a mischievous grin.
“He's totally got black cat energy”, I think to myself. He chuckles at my thoughts, his eyes flashing a bright blue.
“You have spirit mortal. I like that. You are a promising candidate as my agent of chaos,” his voice drops to a deep rumble. “What do you plan to do mortal? Perhaps something so dastardly you will be bound to cause some trouble!” His eyes flash excitedly.
“Uh no… I was planning to eat a burger, but then you had some great theatrics so I had to listen.” I say dumbly.
He chuckles and smiles smugly, “Theatrics? Well, darling, most people find me absolutely charming. It makes sense as it stopped you as well. People love to hate me! And my charm is all the more to draw them in.”
I look at him with a raised brow, “Well you being hot also helps. I mean they have countless books and blog dedicated to you.”
His face flushes, “Hot?…” he clears his throat, “Well they do over exaggerated on many of the details.”
I look at him up and down and shrug, smirking, “I’d say that they’re pretty spot on with their descriptions.” My eyes flit to his crotch, “I don’t know about the down stair’s department, though.”
“Down stair’s department?! W-what are you?! They don’t even know me!”
“Well the way the write some steamy scenes, I beg to differ. Besides,” I look at him and tilt my head smiling innocently, “you look the type to be experienced in the ‘arts’ of the spectrum. Yanno pain and pleasure…”. I make a gesture with my hands, the okay symbol with me putting my finger in the hole.
His face heats up, “What does that even mean?!”
I roll my eyes, “C’mon. You know! Like, you look like the ‘dom’. I mean look at your attitude and power. You definitely fuck.” I gesture to his being.
He blinks, taking in the information. “Dom…? Well, am I really that intimidating? I mean I do carry myself as I should, a king…”, he slowly looks up to me his smile a seductive one, “But you…”, his voice deepens, and he lets go of his mead. The pint floats as he grabs my chin, “you are a lively little bird aren’t you. Very cheeky.”
His eyes narrow amused. My face burns flustered. “I’m just blunt…speaking of that, I’ve got the munchies and I’m craving a burger. It was nice to meet you!” I say quickly trying to escape the conversation.
I go to walk past him but he smoothly slides in front of me.
“You’ve caught my attention and now you’re leaving, pretty bird? I’m hurt.” He grins slyly.
“Well I have confidence that I’ll leet you again. You know with all your world domination plans. You’re determined, you can do it. Until then, I’ll go get my burger.”
“Determination huh?” He mutters to himself
He smirks and steps to the side letting me pass. He takes the mead in the air, sipping it and looking at me over the cup.
“Enjoy your burger, my dear. You may end up with your hands full yet again when you come back out.”, he yells out towards me.
The tan of my skin burns red and I look back, eyes wide.
“Yeah okay pretty boy. I’ll catch you later!” I wave over my shoulder, my heart beating a million hours per hour.
Loki’s ears twitch, chuckling at the sight and sound of my walking figure. He snaps his fingers and a comfortable chair appears. He takes a seat, drinking his mead and watches me enter the diner.
“Who’s the hottie?”, Mrs. Drew wiggles her brows.
“Mrs Drew!” I playfully nudge her, “You’re married!”
She shrugs and pulls out the notepad.
“Nothing wrong with window shopping, dear,” she winks,” Now what can I get you, doll?”
I make my order, bumping my head to the music as I wait. I make some small talk with the locals, cracking some jokes. Unbeknownst to me Loki was smiling, thinking about how he could cause a ruckus. He would not interrupt my joy, but he was plotting for sure.
I rub my hands together as my food is placed in front of me. I smile widely and I do a happy dance as I take the first bite. I happily eat, halfway done with it when a man slides in the booth in front of me. I look up a little annoyed, slowly chewing. I eye him, my face scrunched up in a look of judgement. The cheesy black leather jacket and tattoos make me scoff. I wipe my lips and look up at him irritated.
“Uh… yeah. Hello? Yeah this spot is occupied.” I lean over to the side to look at the diner, “There’s… about 20 other spots open.”
“What I can’t say hi to a pretty girl?” I give a comical frown at the lame ass pick up line.
Again, Loki’s ears perk up, interested in the new scene.
“Something interesting, finally.”, he smirks, leaning in and watching the scene unfold.
“No. You can’t. I don’t want to talk to you.” I grunt out taking another bite of food.
“Oh come on sweet heart,” he leans in close and I grimace.
I put my burger down, swallowing the food in my mouth.
“You’re killing my high, fuck off.”, my voice is sharp and irritation radiates off of me.
He puts his hand on top of mine, I snatch it out from under his, looking at him disgustedly.
“What? Y’all don’t show newcomers any love down here?”, his smile brings shivers down my spine.
My lips flatten to a line and I lean forward on my forearms, pushing up my sleeves. A multitude of tattoos adorn my arm and my smile doesn’t meet the darkness in my eyes.
“We do, but we don’t like disrespectful boys,” I snarl, “who can’t take a fucking hint.”
He slams the table getting closer to my face.
“Thats not very nice, little girl. You don’t scare me.”
“I have a boyfriend,” I lie,”who would not want a guy that looks like the bottom of my fucking foot talking to me.” I give him a fake smile.
Loki is amused at my lie. His ears twitching in delight at her little white lie and her firey attitude. He watched intently waiting to see if he should intervene.
“Well I don’t fucking see him.”, the stranger hisses.
The diner gets quiet as he grabs my collar and a wicked grin widens on my face.
“What you gunna hit me?” The amusement in my voice great.
He slaps me and my lip bleeds. I giggle and look up at him through my lashes before grabbing the back of his head and head butting his nose. The man groans his eyes wide as his nose bleeds and looks tilted on his face. I stand up and lick the blood off of my bottom lip. I tower over him as his knees buckle, and I tighten the grip on the back of his head bringing his ear to my lips.
“Get out of my fucking town or I’m ripping your fucking larynx out next time.” I say in a sickly sweet voice.
I let go of him and he slumps into the chair before scrambles out, stumbling trying to get out of the diner. He bumps into Loki’s shoulder as Loki approaches the diner, his eyes wide in excitement.
“W-watch it, punk—“, his voice cracking when he sees Loki’s eyes flash a predatory ice blue.
He falls on his butt before getting up to run away, cursing me and the town. Loki stares at me through the window, grinning widely as he approaches the diner. Mrs. Drew pats my busted lip scolding me for doing that.
“See, now if he ruined your pretty face any more you would lose any chance of getting a boyfriend! No more trouble, doll, I mean it!”
I grumble looking to the side, “Yes ma’am…”
She shakes her head muttering about “kids these days” before leaving me to my burger. I look up to see Loki smiling down at me.
“Oh that was a lovely show, pet.” His grin mischievous and eyes twinkling.
“I'm starting to think you’re trying to impress me pretty bird.” He slides smoothly into my booth.
He sits back and spreads his legs, draping both arms over his lap. I look him up and down, my face getting warm at the sight. He looked good looking down towards me, his head tilted forward to stare at me with his piercing eyes.
“Say, pet. Are you trying to show me your mischievous prowess? If so, you are doing wonderfully, darling.”
I finish the last of my burger and laugh softly.
“No, I just don’t tolerate disrespect.”
His smile grows and he leans towards me, his hand shooting out to grab my chin. He looks down at me with a handsome smirk.
“Thats what tricks are all about, pretty bird. Punishing the wicked and absolutely destroying their moral.” His voice is low and theres a growl in excitement.
I shiver and look up at him, my face warming at the close proximity.
“You have inspired me for future pranks and tricks, my dear. The amount of fear and chaos you sparked…” his eyes are dark with hunger and leans back to sit down, “It’s perfect” His pupils dilate almost like he could taste the chaos I created in the air.
“Well I’m honored to serve as your muse.” I giggle, putting my chin on my palm.
“My muse?,” his eyes twinkle with an idea, “Ah yes. My partner in crime as you Midgardians say.” His eyes glow with mischief, “What do you say, pet.”
I tap my fingers on my cheek staring at him thoughtfully. Would I regret causing chaos with a possible homicidal maniac? Maybe, but thats a future me problem. I roll my sleeves down and smile.
“Sounds like a deal, pretty boy.”
His grin sharpens and he chuckles.
“Perfect. Now come, let’s start with the corrupt one of this town, the mayor.”
I blink up at him surprised, “Now?”
“Yes darling, there’s no better time than now to cause some mischief.” His eyes lower in a pleasant stare.
“Oh o-okay.”
I get up and walk to my bike, “I’m assuming you don’t know where city hall is?”
He gives a small smile and shakes his head. I nod and grab the extra helm in my seat compartment and throw it at him.
“You ever ride?”
“My dear, while you are ravishing, I believe I’d much rather do this on the mayor’s desk rather than a diner parking lot,” he says slyly.
My face burns red and I stare at him incredulously.
“I’m talking about the bike dumbass!”
“Oh. No”, he gives me a childish smile
“However, I never have backed down from a challenge, pet”
I roll my eyes and put my helmet on and nod towards the back.
“C’mon princess.”
He smirks and puts his hands on my waist.
I gulp at how big they are and the coolness I feel on my midsection. Loki smirks at how quiet, I am amused, at my actions.
“You scared of speed, pretty boy?” I rev the engine.
“Not at all pretty bird.”, his arms slowly wrap around my waist and I can hear the smirk in his voice.
“Onward, pet!”
I chuckle and shake my head, and speed out of the parking lot. God, what am I doing?