Important: This is just a scene I wanted to write for the heck of it. It's supposed to be FrostIron (with dominant Loki) in a world without Iron Man. If anyone wants to pick it up and run with it, go for it. Just message me and I'll be more than glad to give it to you. I probably won't be continuing it or doing anything with it, really. I just htought it was a fun scene and wanted to share it.

I Am Loki

"I am Loki, the God of Mischief! You, mortal," the god of mischief pointed to the lean suited man in front of him, "have been given a great honor of..."

Loki blinked. Why was he looking at him like that? Why was he turning around? Why was he walking away? Why was he getting into a car? Why was the car driving away?

...Damn it.

With a poof the god disappeared from the middle of the walkway in downtown New York and into a black limosian. He crossed his arms and smirked as he waited for the mortal to look up from his electronic device in awe and amazement. He suppressed a giggle as the scene played out in his head. Mortals were so easily amazed.

But several minutes passed and the mortal never looked up. Loki's smirk eventually faded and he started tapping his foot in boredom. After several more moments of the man not looking, he cleared his throat.

"You okay?" The mortal asked, but did not look up from his tablet.

"Yes, sir." The driver replied.

The mortal made a small noise of conformation, but again did not tear his eyes away from his device. Loki leaned back into his seat and supressed a growl. There was no way that this mortal could be so oblivous. Not the mortal he directly chose. He frowned. Maybe he was mistaken. It was possible. Midgarians were an unremarkable bunch with occasional remarkable feets. It was possible that this man just became lucky.

He was drawn out of his musings when the mortal finally looked up from his device and spoke, "Park over here into this parking lot, woudl you?"

"Uh, sure, sir..."

The mortal turned his gaze to the god who smirked in response. The man was putting up an impressive msak of calmness, but his eyes revealed fear, wonder... and amusement?

Loki opened his mouth to speak, but the man beat it to him. "Couldy you sit over there, by the door?" He pointed to the seat across from him. Loki hesitated, but eventually complied.

Again, Loki opened his mouth to speak but was cut off when the door to the limosian was violently thrust opened and several hands grabbed him and forced him out. He watched in bewilderment as the mortal he has chosen smiled to him and said, "Thank you!" before closing the door and driving off.

A large grin formed on the god's mouth as several blue uniformed men dragged him away. Yes. He had picked the right mortal after all.