Falling for a Criminal (Loki Fan Fic)

It has been two years since awakening in Asgard, helping a criminal (being Loki) escape, and making a mistake bigger than helping that criminal. Thanks to that mistake Joy has been living with armbands of steel, an entity who speaks to her through mind, and two powers. The first power is telekinesis; able to move objects and people at will. Second power; make machinery explode at will. Loki pops up again after 2 years. And Joy might be falling for a criminal. It's a-okay long as he is immortal and such.
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Sequel to 'Awaken in Asgard'. Book 2 of 2.


23. The run will cease pt 4 - Getting directions

"Mr Flot," Catherine said, coming to a stop two feet away from Flot.  "You have a visitor in your office."

Flot turns away from a tube containing a developing human body sprouting wings similar to a bat with fingernails growing to the extent of claws. This specimen is in fetal position with tubes attached in some places here and there. The  specimen's eyes are closed while appearing to be in solace, peaceful, and relaxed. The same can't be said for Flot.

"I am not expecting any visitors today," Flot said.

"Mr Furrow forced himself in," Catherine said, in a low voice. "Discreetly."

Flot frowns.

"I will speak with..." Flot starts.

"Mr Furrow Smith,"  Catherine adds.

"This new man shortly," Flot finishes. "That is a new name to hear in this part of Bridgeport."

"This man prefers to be called Mr Furrow," Catherine said.

"That I can do, Catherine," Flot said.

Flot goes out the door.

Lately communication with Joy has shortened, oddly enough. They manage to learn the body of a immortal can not also feel pain by electricity but that it can also heal once damaged in the matter of hours. The body of an Asgardian, to be precise, (even though she used to be a Midgardian) proved to make several break throughs in science.  The strength she possesses is remarkable well at least she had  super strength up until a few hours ago. A god can withstand endless hours of electrical jolts. Clara's original body concealed super properties capable of being extracted under a very sophisticated delicate process that made it possible to make a human specimen in two weeks off the tray to the tube.

Superhuman, alien, mutant?

A freak of nature?

No, a freak of science.

Flot walks down the hall mentally rehearsing what he can say to Mr Furrow without being rude. Flot's mother strictly encouraged him to be honest and gentlemen like while his father taught him 'If some one punches you then you punch them back, even if they are a girl'. Growing up Flot had the best of both worlds between average life and attending secret missions his dad went on. On one of those missions Flot met Clara  when  he was just a teenager; Flot was enchanted by Clara (more because of her looks which over the years later changed to liking her character).

Flot came to a stop at the brown wooden office door. The windows acting as walls to the office are stained and foggy  as though someone had blown repeatedly on the windows on purpose.  Flot opens the door then walks into the office that has flashy decorations. Flot comes in seeing a young man in his late thirties wearing a business type of attire sitting down in a chair with his head turned towards Flot acting curious.

"How did you come by my office, Mr Furrow?" Flot asks, coming towards the desk raising a brow.

"I sought through memories," Furrow said, sitting in the chair with a leg over his knee and his hands in a ball on his lap.

"Memories?" Flot asks, puzzled, coming around his desk

Furrow nods.

"Yes," Furrow said. "Memories."

Flot is puzzled, stopping at his side of the desk.

"What do you mean?" Flot asks.

Furrow leans forwards putting his hands on the table making a smudge on the glass.

"You know what I mean, Mr Flot," Furrow said. "Full well."

The mood in the room turns to a dark one.

"No, I do not," Flot lied.

Furrow stands up taking his hands off the table.

"I know you have a body in possession," Loki said. "One in comatose."

Flot frowns.

"I have no idea where you got this idea from," Flot lied. "If we did have a comatose body then the public would have known."

"No, they would not know," Furrow said, as the wood below his hands begin to get covered in ice.

Flot notices the strange occurrence growing on his desk.

"What the hell are you doing?" Flot asks

Furrow turns the computer screen towards Flot.

"See for yourself," Furrow said.

Should I or should I not?, Flot thought turning his eyes slowly towards the screen.

Lo and behold is Loki making his way down the hall on security camera

"Where is she?" Came a much different voice from Furrow.

Flot is stunned to say for the least. Flot manages to press  a button through the mat transferring most of the newly created specimens to a safe facility out of authority reach.  A very secret building tucked somewhere in the wild open land of Arizona. Did Flot just get made? Possibly, and possibly not. He had a gulp in the second to spare. Gulping shows the opponent that the target is afraid in light of their situation.

"I have eternity and you do not,"  Furrow said. "Tell me."

Flot turns his head towards Furrow dripping sweat.

"If I tell you; would you kill me?" Flot asks.

Furrow frowns.

"That just depends if I am not pulled on a goose chase," Furrow said.

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