Imagine Loki Novels & Stories

Loki said something like, "Where?" "Bee." She stepped forward. The moment she had stepped foot where she ought to stand, she turned to look at me. And then looked away. "Titan." A boy this time. Has a dark complexion and is wearing tank top and shorts. "Jungle boy, that one," Loki whispered. "Hard to catch. Pretty agile." "Why would you want to catch him?" I asked. "He stole my cheesecake," Loki frowned at the memory. "I caught him, though. But the cheesecake's gone. He received quite the beating."

All my life I have been treated like dirt, but Loki is carefree and looks at me differently. I smile as we reach the stream, watching as Loki finds a deeper part, using it to wash the dirt from his body. My heart races and I begin to see him even more differently. He is tall and very muscular. His hair is black, but his eyes are green. Something inside me is burning as I watch him rub the water all over his body…. I have never felt this way before.

I simply didn’t care what he was doing anymore. I worked the whole morning. But sometime after three in the afternoon, an image suddenly flashed through my mind: Loki, dressed in a black robe, wearing a hooded cloak with the brim lowered slightly, revealing only his sharp nose and his thick fringe. He wrapped his arms around a naked red-haired woman from behind and thrust himself into her. The entire scene lasted less than ten seconds, yet it was vivid and intense. The woman had her back to him, so I couldn’t see her face. But I knew this wasn’t a hallucination.