The Sorceress (Loki Love Story)

Chapter 1

Gwen's P. O. V:

I was sleeping with my black female Persian cat, Cocoa, when my iPhone 8 suddenly starts ringing with Oops I Did It Again by Britney Spears, which is my ringtone, while my message tone is Do It Like A Dude by Jessie J.

I roll over and look at the time on my phone. It reads 3am. Nickolas Fury's name is scrawled across the screen.

It's been eighteen years since I was discovered by S. H. I. E. L. D., and I'm now 27 years old and living in my own house in Queens, New York.

Wondering why he could be calling me at such an ungodly hour, I press the green call button and hold it to my ear, murmuring sleepily, "Hello?"

"Get to the helicarrier. I have an assignment for you, Bloom. There be a car waiting outside for you," Was all Fury tells me before he abruptly hangs up.

Huh. Not even so much as a hello or good morning. Typical Fury.

I remain there for a moment, trying to wake myself up. I groan tiredly before I turn on my round, white lamp on my bedside table and pull myself up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I pat Cocoa's fur before I put my phone down and get up to find my clothes.

My room has pink walls and the bed is pushed against the right wall. On the left side of my bed is my built in wardrobe and I have a set of drawers off to my right. In front of me is my desk with another lamp, some photos of my family, cat and friends, and three drawers containing other items. I have a couple of talk bookshelves holding books, plushies and funko pop dolls of anime and other franchises, and there are sone posters on my walls as well.

I grab my clothes and put on a pair of grey jeans, a three quarter length sleeved blouse with the collar folded down that has a black vest over it and I throw on my black leather jacket along with a pair of black leather fingerless arm warmers.