User blog:Roseann Shadowflame/Holiday Short Story (Themed)

This is a story, short, about a Character I just made up called Allison, and Loki when he first arrives on earth. Don't worry, it doesn't actually have much to do at all with Thor or The Avengers, it's just... Loki. Something I think could have happened.

Allison sung along with the Christmas song on the radio, walking past the kitchen. It was relatively late at night, so her neighbors were asleep, and she didn't want to disturb them, so she turned down her radio. She hummed softly with it, rolling up the bag of flour she had used for sugar cookies and set it back in the cabinet. The last batch was baking, and it would be out soon, so she could decorate them. It was the night before Christmas, and it was so busy for her. She had to work until early morning, and then get a few hours of sleep. Allison sighed, grasping the vanilla and sniffing it a last time before putting it in the cabinet. Then the salt, sugar and baking soda. She then put the eggs and butter in the fridge, pulling out a bowl to mix the icing in. She grabbed a spoon and some water, sticking the water in the microwave in a cup, and putting the spoon in the bowl. Setting the microwave for 55 seconds, she pressed start and went to get the powdered sugar for icing. She poured in eight cups of powdered sugar and then poured in sixteen tablespoons of water, stirring it all together. After a while, it got tough, so she stopped stirring it.

"It's the most wonderful time of the year!" the radio sang in her ears. Allison groaned and pulled the spoon from the icing, setting it on the counter, grabbing her wrist. It hurt so bad, she had been up since seven in the morning cooking and cleaning. She was so tired, but she couldn't sleep now, she had the hardest job ever, considering her family was so big. She had to make so many cookies and wrap so many presents and decorate so many places, it really hurt her. But she did it without complaining, as it was important to her family, and she didn't wish to disappoint them. She didn't want to come off as weak, either, for having to work the full day on cookies and cleaning and food and presents, along with decorating.

She heard a thump outside, loud, and just in the back field. She didn't think anything of it, but it started to creep her out after a moment. She didn't know what it was, and it was really dark out, but she figured it was just an animal of some type. She poured lots of icing into different bowls, mixing in food coloring of all sorts of festive colors, and stirred them together, creating lots of different icing colors. But after a little bit, she felt strange and scared of that thump she had heard in the back field. Deciding, after a little bit of careful considering, to take a flashlight out to the backyard to see what she heard. It was cold outside, and all she was wearing were thin pajama shorts and an overly sized warm flannel pajama shirt that, for some reason, went with her shorts. She had pulled on her slippers and wrapped her left arm around her, pointing the flashlight ahead of her to the field. "Hello?" she called in a weak, scared, tired voice. "Is anyone there?"

She heard a slight groan in response, to which she walked forward a little. "H-hello?" she asked again, climbing up the short steep incline to the field. She saw something move to the side of her and quickly pointed the flashlight at it. Lying on the ground was a man, lying on the ground. Older than her, as she was only ten years old.

"Eee!" she squealed, leaping backwards slightly, flashlight quivering in her hand. The man stood up, as if nothing had happened, and looked at her with a confused expression, however a very irritated one. "H-hello?" she asked, pulling her oversized sleeve up to her face, chewing on it. He looked at her for a little longer, and then to the house, and back to her. "What realm is this?" Allison tilted her head, slightly confused, however tiredly replied. "Um, Earth? I suppose?"

The man rolled his eyes and muttered, "Oh, midgard. Just great." Allison shuffled her left foot around on the ground, shivering in the snow-filled air. The man looked at what she was wearing and then to the fact that it was snowing, and said, "Isn't it a bit cold for that?" Allison  looked down at her shorts and slippers, then to him. "No, it's fine..."

The man looked at her even more carefully, and after a little while, said, "You're shivering. You're cold. Why are you even out here this late?" Allison rubbed her cheek and said, shivering, "I came to look to see what I heard back here... and I sort of found it..." The man tilted his head, and looked to the house, saying, "I suppose you live there?" Allison looked at him for a minute, and then slowly turned her head to the house, pausing a little. But then she quickly said, the flashlight bouncing in her hand, "Oh, yes! I'm sorry, I'm so rude... it's cold out, come in! Please, I'm sorry..." The man glanced at her and then the house, studying her expression. It was sincere and kind, so he slowly said, "You'd let a stranger into your house?" Allison sighed and shrugged her shoulders, smiling sarcastically. "How can you be a stranger? I already know you." The man smiled at her explanation and said, "Thank you." So he followed her down the hill and onto the porch, and into the warm house that smelled of fresh pine and cinnamon. "What's your name?" he asked her, standing at the entrance of the kitchen. "Allison," she replied gently, turning to the stove, walking over, and grabbing an oven mitt. "Yours?" He paused and said slowly, "Loki." Allison laughed and said, "That's a nice name. Much more unique than Allison... I wish my parents had named me Iritha or something fancy. Not just Allison..."

"I think Allison is a lovely name," he said, smiling at her. "Well, thank you," came the small voice.

Allison pulled open the oven door and reached in, grabbing the tray with her mitt. It seemed like a solid mitt, but a burning, sharp pain was sent through her hand. Allison let out a little shriek, and Loki ran over, grabbing her wrist and pulled the mitt off, looking at her hand, which was burnt badly. He looked up at her face which was filled with tears, and a deep red blush of embarrassment, and said, "Come over here, sit down." Allison followed his lead, stumbling slightly, as her vision was blurred by tears. He pulled out a chair for her and had her sit down, holding her hand out in his hand. She felt his hand rub over the palm of her hand, and sniffled, not at all noticing the strange faint blue glow and the soft sigh of Loki. She was still crying, as she could still slightly feel the pain, but it wasn't nearly as strong now. She looked down at her hand; completely healed. She looked at Loki, with a strange look, and then back to her hand, which had stopped throbbing fully.

With a small sniff, she turned her head to his, and he had a calm, kind, unreadable look on his face. "How in the world did you do that?" she asked, starting to chew on her sleeve again. "I didn't. Not in this world," he said, patting her hand. He stood up and opened the door, stepping out. "Wait! Do you even know where to go?" she cried after him as he started to walk off of the porch. "No, not really," he replied, smiling at her. "Thank you for letting me come in," he said calmly, smiling at her. "Y-you're welcome," she muttered, looking after him.

Loki looked at her, smiled, and said, "Thank you, Allison. Get rest and... don't touch hot cookie trays."

Allison laughed at his joke and said, "Thank you, kind Loki. I hope I'll see you again some day!"