Hi Everyone!
It's been a minute, hasn't it?! Well, to answer a big question, Jason's isn't finished. There's at least one more chapter there but it's disjointed and I'm having the damnedest time getting it together. He just won't let me go! In the meantime, I've developed a bit of an obsession that I have to get out of my system, and that's where this story comes in.
I remember when 'Thor' came out, I barely knew who anyone was and the pic for Thor just didn't sit right with me (it was the fact that they dyed his facial hair!). After watching the movie for a few minutes I realized how wrong I was, but I also started to notice that Thor/Chris Hemsworth was hot, but Loki/Tom Hiddleston was fucking smoking! For me, if they're not Gingers; Brunettes are the next best thing and don't even get me started on that voice...good gravy. As the movies progressed, Loki's hot factor kept turning up, and when 'The Dark World' hit let's just say it was a little uncomfortable sitting next to my husband at times LOL! For a visual reference; this Loki is Tom Hiddleston's/my Loki...because really, is there another Loki?
I get the feeling that if Loki found a woman, or THE woman; to feel that kind of love that he so craves, it would bring the good in him. Maybe Simarra is that woman, let's find out...and please be kind - I'm sure I'm a bit rusty :-)
Thanks for reading,
Kitty
She found herself drifting. Drifting through space with an incredible sense of loss that she was having a hard time placing, and the only real memory was that of a name; Simarra. It was her name she supposed and Simarra had no sense of how long, or why she'd been drifting, just that she was. Sometimes it seemed as though she'd been out here for an eternity, and other times it only seemed as though it had been just a few days or weeks. She was truly lost, but then she sensed that she wasn't alone. There was someone out here that was more lost than she, and that had seemed all but impossible only moments before the realization struck.
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After releasing Thor's hand and drifting into the unknown; Loki wasn't sure exactly what would happen to him, and he didn't know what he wanted to happen. There was plenty of time for him to wonder if he would die (in the very beginning), or if he would drift for eternity, and after he'd gone through all of those hopeless thoughts, he had time to focus on how best to repay the perceived wrongs heaped upon him by Thor and his father. That focus is what kept him going for the first few months, a strange connection kept him going through the rest.
He'd been drifting for a little over three months by his estimation when he felt a presence that seemed to be observing him. He sensed no danger or animosity, just curiosity which in turn peaked his own curiosity. He decided to act as though he hadn't noticed anything, and see if the presence would purposely make itself known.
He wouldn't have to wait long.
"Where are we? Do you know?"
He was surprised because it was a raspy female voice that came from behind him. She was very near, but also sounded quite distant, and that there wasn't a hint of fear in that voice. He began the process of turning toward the direction of where the voice came from while he began answering her question.
"I'm not exactly sure. We're somewhere between realms..."
When she came into view, his reply died on his lips. She was ethereal in the truest sense of the world. Whereas the two of them may have been drifting between realms, she looked to also be drifting between worlds. While he could see her, he could also see through her and it was a little disconcerting. He watched her facial expression change as his must have.
"What?" she asked while giving herself a once-over. "Do I have something on me?"
He looked at her closely, and he could see that she was a beautiful creature, but he'd never seen one of her kind before. The fact that she spoke English intrigued him, and that she sounded like the Americans of Earth was even more puzzling because there was no way she was an Earthling; they didn't possess the kind of power this female had.
"Wh-what are you?"
When she looked at him with a raised eyebrow and a look as if he'd grown another head, he couldn't help but smile.
"What do you mean 'What am I?"?" I'm a woman...hello! I know my voice is deeper than your average Jane, but I'm pretty sure it's obvious that I'm female," she said gesturing to her spectral yet voluptuous form. A form that he hadn't yet taken the time to peruse.
"Indeed you are," he replied while taking his time and admiring what he could see of her body. "My apologies, I should've phrased that question a bit differently. You see, I'm Loki of Asgard and you are?"
"Oh, I've never heard of Asgard but I'm terrible at geography so that's not hard to believe. You sound British so Asgard must be in the UK then. I'm Simarra of..." she realized that aside from her name, she didn't know anything else about herself.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what city I hail from so I guess Earth will have to do," she said with a smile and a laugh that slowly died on her lips when she saw the expression on his face.
"Simarra; Asgard is a realm, not a city and Earth is also part of a realm called Midgard." He watched as confusion marred her beautiful features, but continued on. "But I don't understand how you could possibly be from Earth."
"What do you mean? I mean, I may not know what city I'm from right now, but I know that I'm from Earth...I know what planet I'm from!"
"If that's true, then how is it that you're out here who knows where, with me?"
At this question, they just looked at each other because neither of them had an answer.
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"Loki, how long can you go without food or water?"
"I don't know, I've never really tested the theory but since I met you I've thought about food and drink less and less," he replied with that charming smile.
She couldn't help but return his smile, and try to tamp down her feelings. She was starting to worry about him; he was starting to look thin, well in his case thinner.
"I am worried about you, but I can't say that I'm sorry that we met. I was terribly lost and lonely before I found you," and you are quite handsome and devastatingly charming, she thought to herself.
"Simarra, I surely would've gone mad by now if it weren't for you. If only I could kiss your hand to show my gratitude."
"If only," she smiled.
"So you really don't know why you're out here then?"
She tried again to remember something, anything but as usual nothing came to her.
"I really don't. I'm not entirely sure that Simarra is my name, I just feel very strongly that it is. The only think that I
know
is that I'm from Earth. I don't know what I'm doing out here or how I'm going to get back," she said in exasperation.
"First of all, you're not really out here...well, you're body isn't..."
"What are you talking about?!" If they'd been on solid ground, Simarra would've gone from about five feet away from him to within 6 inches. It happened so fast, she startled both of them.
"You see darling, I'm flesh, blood, and bone; I can't do that - not our here anyway. I suspect that your life energy is a bit detached from your corporeal form..." the wide-eyed look she gave him stopped him from continuing.
"Are you saying that you think I'm...dead?" she asked in a low voice, afraid that if she said the words too loudly that act alone might make them true.
"No, that's not what I think at all. Simarra, I can see you but I can also see through you. You're here with me but I think your body is somewhere else, I guess its back on Earth. You may live on Earth, but I don't think you're human. I don't think you're dead, not at all and I wish that I could touch you very much; if for no other reason than to hold you and let you know that I believe that you're going to be alright."
She looked into his eyes, and he watched as trails of sparkling light ran down her cheeks. He knew that she was crying, and he also knew that he felt something for her that he'd never felt for any of the other women he'd been with before.
Simarra was a sight to behold, even in her semi-transparent state. With his limited interaction with human women; he'd seen that most of them were on the short side, but he would have to guess that a standing Simarra would have to be at least 5'9" and a healthy 165 pounds. Her skin looked to be anywhere from a milk to a dark chocolate, with matching almond shaped eyes. Simarra's mouth looked larger than normal, with full lips and when she smiled one would be hard pressed not to smile along with her, and her ethereal hair would have to be past her shoulders; black with caramel highlights constantly floating around her face, Loki's feelings were intensifying for her with each passing moment.
"I can't be dead Loki. Dead people don't make new friends, dead people don't have feelings do they?"
She looked up at him and he was agreeing with her by shaking his head no. Considering her proximity, she decided to try something while speaking to him.
"Dead people can't touch the people they've come to care about," she picked up her hand as Loki looked on, and she touched his chest. To both of their surprise, she felt his chest and he felt her hand. She jumped at his sharp intake of breath, and he reached up and took her hand into his own and held it to his chest, while he reached around her waist with his other hand and pulled her close to him into a hug. She relaxed into the hug as they drifted together for a few silent moments.
"If you were dead, we definitely couldn't do this. It also proves my point as well."
