Detective Loki 소설 & 이야기

he purred, “you should know better than to make promises you can’t keep.” He gestured lazily to Domenico’s limp body with his foot. “Your traitor was delicious, by the way. So full of rage and self-loathing.” He licked his lips. “I suppose I should thank him for luring you here. I couldn’t have planned this reunion better myself.” My vision burned — not from the sand anymore, but from fury. Loki was supposed to be dead. And yet here he was. He stepped closer. Raven growled beside me.

I didn’t know what to say if I was supposed to say anything at all. But there was no doubt in my mind that this was real; this was not Toke. I saw it, felt it, and smelled it. Loki, what a strange name. Suddenly, my eyes widened; Loki! Like the freaking trickster god Loki? He chuckled, leaned back, and started dragging his fingers through his hair. Looking down at himself, he wrinkled his nose while trying to adjust the collar of his shirt—or rather, the missing collar of his shirt.

5 MINUTES LATER Lucy dropped the file back on the table “I’m done” “Hmm, so what could you deduce from the report? “ Lucy smiled “the killer was probably someone the victim knew since no form of struggle was recorded in the report and at the victim apartment there was no form of forced entry, so we can assume the killer is someone who the victim knew or is even close to since the killer was let into her bedroom, The killer is a drinker since particles of glasses that contained whiskey was found in between her flesh, so we can say that a whiskey glass bottle is the weapon of murder, The killer is obviously a special must probably a rogue special and the toxin found on her body was probably fr

But that wasn’t before it revealed a pair of bright pupils staring at the rapidly retreating figure of the God of Destruction. “I must find a city first,” Shiva mumbled as his feet crossed the desert faster than a man could drink some water. He didn’t know what this world was. The dastardly Loki had tossed him here without any information – though it wasn’t like he had asked for it in the first place. The God of Destruction may be bloodthirsty and greedy – among many other things – but he wasn’t grossly idiotic. He needed information and the cities were his best bet.

I am detective Laryor. A young female detective asked Andrew as he approached him. ‘’ Yes Detective Laryor , thank God you are here ‘’ Andrew said quickly ‘’I will like to ask you a few questions please .‘’ Detective Laryor said as she beckoned on Andrew to sit next to her. ‘’ you guys should search around for any suspicious person or evidence that relates to Miss Loveth Raymond disappearance. ‘’ Detective Laryor turned back to Andrew after instructing her team who went around immediately.

All my life I have been treated like dirt, but Loki is carefree and looks at me differently. I smile as we reach the stream, watching as Loki finds a deeper part, using it to wash the dirt from his body. My heart races and I begin to see him even more differently. He is tall and very muscular. His hair is black, but his eyes are green. Something inside me is burning as I watch him rub the water all over his body…. I have never felt this way before.

She turned on him. "Heyli, I know you're in there," Loki said. "I want you to listen to me. I trust that you can control that beast and I want you to do it." Whack! This sent Loki flying past trees till he hit his back on a rock. There was a team camping them and before he shut his eyes, he saw the color. Gray. "You all, run!"

Ash turns cautiously. Five people emerge calmly from the tall grass. At the very front, a red-haired young man walks toward us while casually spinning a small flame in his palm. His sharp eyes lock onto our team. “Well, look who’s crawling around on the ground like worms,” the young man says mockingly. Damian grits his teeth. “Loki. Why does it have to be you, asshole?” The young man, Loki, laughs sarcastically. He snaps his fingers, and a wall of fire rises around us, making the prehistoric birds hesitate to attack again.

“I don’t love you, Jazzy. I didn’t get a chance to because you turned out to be a scumbag. Please don’t delude yourself, you and I are nothing. What we had is a phase I’m calling the ‘what the fuck was I thinking’ phase.” “But… we could be so good together.” “You’re a pushy for a short guy.” A male voice cut through our conversation. My eyes side-glanced, and I saw Loki. What is he doing here? “And who the fuck are you?” Jazzy asked, puffing his chest like that would make him appear stronger. Loki ignored him. “Superstar, we meet again.” His blonde hair fell over his eyes, and he looked like he was happier than a kid on Christmas.