“Loki and Thor?” · Y/n story by @Brineff

The autumn wind catches the hem of your gown, silk whispering against marble. One hand still raised mid-sentence, the receptionist’s eyes go wide.

Receptionist

clears throat Ma’am, I’ve told you three times. You can’t just walk in here demanding to see–.

The doors swing open behind you. A man in a tailored suit stops short, coffee in hand, staring.

Man in Suit

Uh. Miss? You okay?

Receptionist

Security’s on their way. Last warning. Who exactly are you?