Roger didn’t expect the dreary morning of interviews to hold anything out of the ordinary, but when a man walked into his office wearing a cape and a helmet with horns, things became interesting.
Black shoulder-length hair, long gold horns, cape, and green and black clothes; There stood Tom Hiddleston in full Loki costume. He wondered if one of his coworkers set this up as a joke.
“This is…is…” he gestured to the costume not sure what to say. “Well, let’s just say I’ve never had anyone come to an interview with something like that on.” He chuckled. “When I saw your name on the list, I didn’t expect the real Tom Hiddleston to walk into my office.”
“I don’t know this Tom Hiddson of which you speak, but I am not he. I am Loki of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose.”
Roger laughed. “Oh, right! Of course you are.” He chuckled again. “That was one of my favorite lines.”
“Do I look to be in a gaming mood mortal?” Loki tilted his head and frowned.
“I think you have your lines mixed up,” said Roger, “Wasn’t it Thor who said that?” Loki’s face tightened.
“Do not speak to me of Thor.” His upper lip curled, then he suddenly changed the subject. “I would like to speak to the people now.”
“I’m sorry. What people?”
“I was told this was a place that could magnify my voice and image so that I may speak to the entire world at once.”
“You mean TV? You want to go on air. I’m afraid you can only do that if you are a news anchor.” Roger smiled at him, going along with the act. “That’s why you’ve come to this interview—to get a job as an anchor, right?”
“Job? I am in need of no job. I am a King!” He bellowed. Roger thought Tom Hiddleston was getting a little too into the role.
“Don’t be so loud please. This is all very funny but, there are other people trying to work.”
“You dare to tell me what to do? Do you know who I am? I am a god you dull creature! I will not be bullied by a sniveling mortal!”
Roger blinked. The man was just acting, but the intensity felt real. Of course it did. He was an actor.
“Now,” said Loki, “I am ready to speak to the people. Show me where it is that my voice is to be magnified.” A slow grin spread across his face. “I come with glad tidings of a world made free.”
Roger gave a nervous chuckle, “Ok Mr. Hiddleston, this has been very enjoyable, and you’ve done very well at staying in character, but I think that’s enough.” He leaned in. “It’s just that it’s getting a little carried away, and I don’t want any of my coworkers to be disturbed.”
“Disturbed? It is my purpose to make them so. The whole world is to be disturbed at my presence!”
“Look I’m not trying to be rude—really your coming here was great—but I really think you should…”
Loki grabbed Roger’s shirt and pulled him close. “This is my bargain you mewling quim: do whatever it is that you need to do so that I may speak to the world, and I won’t crush you or this building.” Roger stared at him with wide eyes. This guy was nuts. “Don’t think that I can’t.” Loki’s eyes flashed. “I have an army.”
Loki let go of the shirt, suddenly interested in something behind Roger. Roger looked over his shoulder. Lightning flashed in the grey sky outside the window. Loki looked at it and cursed under his breath.
“It’s just lightning,” said Roger.
“I can see that,” he said icily, “I’m not overly fond of what follows the lightning.” Loki turned swiftly, his cape swishing. “Another time, mortal,” he said airily. And before Loki of Asgard reached the door, he disappeared.
I wrote this for Flash Fiction Challenge 32