elisathetimekid:

devilryinemerald:

elisathetimekid:

devilryinemerald:

elisathetimekid:

devilryinemerald:

• elisathetimekid started following you:

“Greetings, what do you want?”

“Well your very polite sir aren’t you”,she asks him confused. “I’m just wanting to meet new people..Not really sure if I want anything else”, she says and holds out her hand. “I’m Elisa Temps, who are you?” 

“Do I have to be? No, so why should I be?” he smirked. “…another one of those are you, fine. I am Loki, the God of Mischief and Lies.”

“Because its how you make friends, and another of what?”,she asks him her eyes narrowed. “And Loki?”, she says her eyes glistening with excitment. “As in Norse Mythology Loki? I loved reading Norse Mythology when I was younger! Especilly stories about you! They were always my favorite!”

“Another annoying person how does nothing other than wanting to say hello to everyone…” He rolled his. “Yes, I am that Loki. I hope you realise that most of the stories you have read are just that, stories. How do you know I am your favourite when you have never even had a glimpse of the real me?”

“I menat the stories are my favorite. And excuse me for trying to make friends with people who are like me”,she scoffs at him and frowns. “And I wouldn’t mind seeing the real you. Just, the stories were always interesting.”

“Like you, I think you will find that we are nothing alike.” He glared at her darkly. “The real me no longer exists so if you wish to know that me you should go back in time.”