The reader is a female!

Loki had always craved for being the King of Asgard. He had always been thirsty for power and nothing could stop him when he was chasing after it.

But he had one soft spot - you. He cared about you more than he cared most people. You had always been there for him when he needed someone to talk to, and the last thing he wanted to happen was you to get hurt. But he had always known you would always be loyal to Odin - and without hurting your feelings, he could never achieve the power he wanted. So he decided to take over Midgard instead.

When you approached him with a sword in your hand as he stood in the middle of the plaza, his mind flashed with all the good memories with you. And he didn't want to hurt you. But he also didn't want to give up his power - this was his chance to be someone. And judging by your sword, you weren't there to support him. You were against him - and he would have to sweep you away if he wanted power.

"Loki", your voice was clear as it echoed around the plaza in the city of New York. People around you looked at you fearfully as you slowly made your way to Loki, who was standing at the edge of the plaza. "You need to stop this, it's killing you. Someone will take you down eventually, if you proceed with this."

Loki lowered his staff and looked at you, before he snorted in a mocking manner. "You're here by Odin's command. Isn't that what you wanted? Killing me?"

You shook your head, taking a few steps closer to Loki again. "Your father doesn't-"

"Don't call him my father."

"Odin doesn't want you to die. Loki-"

You could hear sirens in the distance and you closed your eyes in frustration - the police showing up wouldn't make matters any easier.

And even though Loki was a god and you were godly good at fighting, the battle on Earth wasn't a mission Odin had sent you to. He wanted Loki to listen to you, to realize that Midgard wasn't a place Asgard was supposed to touch and certainly not take over.

Loki sighed and turned his back on you. "I'm not coming back to Asgard. I'm meant to serve a greater purpose."

You took in a big breath and approached Loki once again, this time reaching him. You put a hand on his arm and squeezed. "I'm not trying to get you back to Asgard, I'm trying to get you to listen to me. Attacking Midgard isn't-"

Gunshots pierced the air, and before you knew it, a bullet hit your shoulder and you fell to the ground because of the impact. Being from Asgard didn't always mean you would be immortal. And Loki knew it.

And at that moment, he forgot about taking over Midgard. He saw you bleeding from your shoulder and being dizzy, and he shot a glare at the police - but instead of attacking them, he scooped you up and disappeared with the power of Tesseract. And soon you were both in the dark alleyway, and Loki slowly pressed his hand on your wound to stop the bleeding. You groaned at the pressure.

"You're a fool." he muttered and shot you a glare. "You could have died."

You coughed but managed to muster a grin. "So I guess I'm more important than your plans to take over Midgard?"

Loki watched you and furrowed his eyebrows, before he rolled his eyes and sighed. "I'm leaving that matter for the other day... you're - unfortunately - my friend and I care about you, so I'm helping you - this time."

You snorted. "Funny, I have a feeling you're going to help me many times in the future..."