LokixReader {Chapter 1}

Note: In order for full experience, I would suggest replacing the keys in some sort of Word processor, just so you don't have to mentally replace the words, and have to think about it.
(Also note, I may not use the whole key in every chapter, maybe two or three.   )
Key: BASIC
y/n- Your name
h/c- Hair color
h/l- Hair length, description (wavy, frizzy, shaggy)
e/c- Eye color


Later you decided to try going home, it wasn't appealing to go to any of your friend's houses, they were all on vacation, and your ex-boyfriend had picked you up… So, sleeping in your car wasn't an option.
As you walked home you thought, long and hard, you were so angry you couldn't cry, what good would it do anyway? He wasn't going to listen, he could go screw whatever he wanted to and you wouldn't care, he was a cheating bastard anyway. You didn't know why you gave him a chance in the first place.
You watched as the dim streetlights flickered on, your arms returning to their usual position over your chest. Thankfully your home wasn't too far away now, only about three blocks away.
It seemed like everybody was outside on the porch, all having a grand time, which wasn't unlike them, they were almost like the cliché TV show parent, cheesy, loving, and a wee bit overprotective. "Hey, honey! Why are you home so early?"
You looked at them slowly, leaning slightly against the banisters that wrapped around the whole porch, the paint shiny and new since that paint job your mother had bribed your father to do about a month ago. "His parents had a change of plan, and I really didn't want to spend three hours in the mall looking at old lady shoes while I could be finishing my report in History." You lied easily, almost too easily it seemed like, but then again, you always could get away with things. At least, that's what everybody else said.
Your mother nodded, smiling big at me, "Oh, well. You have fun! Don't forget tomorrow your father and I are going up to see your cousin's baby, so we probably won't be home until Sunday. Unless… You know… You've changed your mind."
You mentally cringed at that, no way were you spending three hours in a car with your parents, no doubt the truth would come up sometime then. "I would love to, but I have tons of homework."
She shrugged, looking a little disappointed, but perking back up when she spoke, "I think it would be best for you to keep up on schoolwork."
You smiled at her and shouldered open the front door, absentmindedly running your fingers through your h/c hair. It seemed that you flew up the stairs into your room, closed your door, locked it, and let the blinds down. As you sat on your bed you felt wrong, like something wasn't right.
Your head turned to the right, and sure enough he was there. A smug look on his face, so smug you thought you might have punched it off if you didn't have any good sense. "Loki." You growled.
"I said I wasn't done with you, didn't I, young one?" He whispered, like he was afraid like someone would overhear him.
Oh, damn, there were those mixed feelings again, both wanting him to go away, and another, smaller part wanting him to stay, speak with you… "I was hoping you had lied."
He laughed, the sound was amazing, unlike anything you'd heard before, it was almost… Godly. "Ah yes, and I was hoping you'd know better than to think I wouldn't stay away until I got what I wanted."
You rolled your eyes, "You're already getting my nerves. Do me a favor, go annoy some other girl, I'm quite busy."
He smiled, apparently amused at how I was acting, "With your 'homework'? You are a talented liar, I must say that."
That made you a bit uncomfortable, but instead of crossing your arms you curled them into fists, hiding your discomfort from him, "I can't believe you were eavesdropping on me. Don't you think that's a bit creepy?" You put an emphasis on the word, 'creepy'.
"No. Not really. And I wasn't eavesdropping, y/n, I was merely listening." He smirked, looking like he had won an argument, which quite in fact, he had, but you weren't about to let him have a victory that easily.
You stood up, putting your hands on your hips, raising one eyebrow, "I don't know about you, but here on Earth, when you go into somebody's house without permission is called trespassing. Give me one reason why I shouldn't call the cops on you."
He leaned in closer, one hand on your neck, and my, was that hand cold, and hissed, "Because, y/n, your parents would wonder why you had a boy in your room, just after you told them you'd be studying."
Damn him, he was right. You silently cursed him as he backed away, resuming his position on the wall, his eyes filled with the victory he had won so easily. Cheater, you thought, using that silver tongue against me. You sighed and gave up, looking at the wall, one hand combing your fingers through your h/l hair absentmindedly while the silence grew, until you broke it with words so softly said you were surprised Loki could even hear them, "What do you want?"
You could see him shrug out of your peripheral vision, the metal of his armor clinking softly, his arms placed over his chest, looking intensely at you again, and whispered back just as softly, "I want what everyone does, just on a bigger scale."
Finally you looked back at him, sighing inwardly, you'd probably be here a while, but really, you didn't mind it one bit.