(Sarah's POV)
Well it was another dull night, and I was stuck at work like always doing overtime because the boss's daughter didn't do her job properly… I mean honestly why does she even work here if she doesn't do her freaking job right. My name is Sarah Varagon and I work for some big shot company that I truly wish I could just quit from… but then bills don't pay themselves.
I let out a heavy sigh as I gathered my purse and keys as I made my way toward the elevator, "Well at this rate I'm more likely to die of over exhaustion than anything else… Where is that brave knight momma always went on about and said would save me one day?"
Just then I heard someone chuckle, "Would you settle for a Norse God?"
I looked around for the owner of that voice then I saw a handsome man with slicked back black hair and blue eyes, leaning against a support pillar.
"Just who the hell are you?" I asked then I remembered why I was leaving, "You know, never mind, I don't have time for stalkers today… I'm going home and feeding my cat."
In an instant he was in front of me, he was wearing some unusual cosplay armor since it looked way too real.
He eyed me up and down and gave a sly grin, "You would look marvelous in Asgardian clothing and might I say you are stunning for a mortal."
I looked at him rather curiously… he could be my escape from this mundane existence, "Who exactly are you?"
He bowed at the waist with a flourish, "I am Loki, God of Mischief… and contender for your heart, my dear."
My eyes widened… he's a God and I have no doubt he's not lying, it's like I can feel it in my bones that he's telling the truth. I have never been the object of anyone's attraction… I have long brown hair that's always up in a bun and mud colored eyes, my features are by far average and my figure was standard for a human female in her mid twenties. The only thing men liked about me was my chest which was far larger than most women in the office being at a D cup.
I sighed, "Seriously? If you are really Loki then prove it."
He smirked and started walking closer as I began to hurriedly back up till I was backed against a wall and he was inches from my face, "Shall I cause a bit of Mischief with you then?"
I could feel my face heat up, "O-ok I b-beleive you…. Loki."
Loki lifted my chin up gently with his hand so my eyes met his, "Don't give in so quickly, Asgardians will take that as weakness and you, little dove, are anything but weak."
He leaned closer and our lips brushed against each other briefly. Oh my goodness!!! Is the God Loki literally flirting with me?! Have I gone insane from too much overtime? Yea, that's it… I'm dreaming and this isn't real… or is it? Just then my heart speeds up and I feel very hot… like I'm on fire hot. I felt a searing pain in my upper back and it hurt so much… like something was ripping my skin apart and breaking my bones at the same time.
I could barely hear what was happening around me as I fell to the floor and let out a scream of pain. Once the pain stopped and I was semi conscious at that moment I noticed something very different about myself… I grew a pair of large white angelic looking wings straight outta my back. All I could think was that I was definitely losing my mind… but Loki looked at me like I was something valuable and something meant to be treasured.
I reached in my purse and hurriedly grabbed a mini mirror I had and noticed that my eyes were now a beautiful shade of violet… What am I?