Chapter 1

When you first saw the Stark Tower, you found it quite huge and flashy. Especially with the "Stark" name written in big letters at the top. Seriously, who does write their name on their own building? You always found this way too pretentious.

But you must admit that when you finally come at the building, you find it impressive. It dominates you from all its height, and you feel almost overwhelmed. Being in front of the doors of the Stark Tower makes you suddenly fully aware of the fact that you're going to join the Avengers, and you start feeling a bit nervous. You turn to the SHIELD's agent that drove you here, but he's already back in the car and ready to leave. You cannot turn back. Well, no choice then. You take a deep breath and you move towards the automatic doors.

Almost all the Avengers live in the Stark Tower, but nobody's here when you arrive. They must have gone on a mission somewhere, which leaves you alone for your first day as an Avenger. In the empty living-room, you feel rather out of place. You hold your backpack close to your chest, not really knowing what to do. Of course you know that a room has been attributed to you, but you don't know where it is.

You hesitate during a good five minutes before finally deciding to go and explore the tower in search of your room. You realize that this place is even bigger than what you expected. How the hell could you possibly be lost in a stupid building? You know your sense of direction has never been good, but still… You don't know if you're still trying to find your room or just a way out when you finally meet someone. Well, rather bump into someone. First you feel relieved to find someone that could help you, but then you realize who it is and you freeze. Long black hair, perfect white skin, striking green eyes… There's no way you could be mistaken: the person you just bumped into is Loki, the god of mischief. Yes, the one who tried to enslave the whole humanity, a year ago.

Being a (brand-new) Avenger, you know that after his defeat, Loki was condemned to stay on Earth, and he had started to work with the Avengers on some missions – though his appearances were never made public, for obvious reasons.

The first thing you think is Oh god he's even more handsome in real. (Cause you've always found Loki pretty much attractive. Yeah, even though you first saw him when he was trying to destroy the Earth with an army of Chitauri. Something's probably wrong with your brain, but you can't deny the fact that you find the northern god awesome.)

Then you realize that you just bumped into Loki of all the people and your second thought is Oh god I'm so dead. (For someone who's not a believer, you use this expression very often.)

You take a step backwards, blushing and feeling totally awkward.

"Em, I'm sorry", you finally manage to say, without looking straight at him.

He just ignores you and moves to go past you, which is a bit better than killing you on the spot because you offended him, as you were half-expecting him to do. You feel relieved and a bit upset at the same time. He could have said something, at least, you think, before realizing than when it comes to Loki it's probably better to stay ignored. You turn around and watch him walk away.

"Um, excuse me?"

The god stops, and you just want to slap yourself. Why the hell did I speak? Well, now it's too late to go back, so you continue:

"I'm new here, and I'm a bit lost. Do you know where I could find my room?"

You can't believe you just asked the god of mischief himself to show you the way to your room. If I'm lucky, he'll just ignore me again and walk away, you think.

But he doesn't. Instead, he turns back to face you. He watches you closely, and you have to force yourself not to fidget like a kid under his sharp glance.

"So you're the new Avenger? The girl with powers over the wind, right?"

You feel stupidly flattered that he has heard of you.

"Yeah, that's me," you answer.

"You look awfully young," he says, and that upsets you though you don't really know why – after all, you hear that comment all the time.

"Yeah, I know," you say, a bit coldly. "I'm twenty-four, though. That's not so young."

"That's still very young for me," he replies with a shrug, and that makes you wonder how old he is exactly. You know that Asgardians have a very long lifespan, way longer than humans', but you also know that Loki is still young for an Asgardian.

Your train of thoughts is interrupted when he speaks again:

"You're new here and they leave you alone for your first day? That doesn't seem very kind to me."

"As if you were a model of kindness yourself," you say ironically.

You regret the words the instant you say them – you and your big mouth, seriously – but he doesn't seem angry. He seems… amused, if anything. A small smile plays on his lips.

"True enough," he says. "But I never pretended I was."

Before you can answer, he changes the subject:

"You were searching for your room, right? It's close to mine. Follow me, I'll show you."

You hurry after him. With his long legs, he strides quickly, and you have to speed up your pace to stay just behind him. You walk all the way in silence. You're amazed (and, frankly, totally surprised) that Loki has accepted to help you. Maybe he's not that bad? you think, before scolding yourself: He's a bad guy, don't believe otherwise! He killed people and wanted to enslave the rest! He's definitely not a good person. He could kill you without a second thought. But you cannot fully convince yourself.

Loki finally stops in a small lounge surrounded by three wooden doors.

"Here is your room," he says, pointing to the closest one.

"Whose are the others?" you ask, curious to know who your neighbors are.

"This one is Thor's, the other's mine," the god answers, already walking towards his room.

He waves a hand at you, not even looking in your direction. "Bye."

"Bye!" you answer, but he's already in his room.

"It's been a pleasure to meet you, too," you mutter, sarcastic; but in truth you're happy (and still a bit surprised) he has talked to you. You feel better now that you've talked to someone, less nervous and more at ease.

You walk towards your own room and you enter. With a content sigh, you drop your backpack on the floor and throw yourself on the soft bed. You take a look around, watching your new home. The room is nice and cozy, with cream-colored walls and large windows. You stand up to explore a bit. There's a wooden desk in a corner, a bathroom in the back and even a small fridge, like in an hotel's room. Given some time, you could feel perfectly at home here. You feel definitely better now.

With a smile, you start unpacking your things.

Hi! It's 1 a.m. and here's some Loki fanfic I just wrote... I don't even know why I'm publishing this. Anyway, I hope you like it!