Chapter 2

He received a pass and kicked the ball forward before bolting after it. In a few steps, he was at the ball. He controlled the ball before spinning around the rock that acted as a person, then running after the ball and shooting directly into the net. He was tackled to the ground and heard Deam Loki , "That was so fucking cool, man!" Louis shouted as he pushed off Louis with a laugh; that was nothing . He stood up and walked over to the ball. That was fun, thought he, smirking slightly. He turned and kicked the ball to Louis, who stopped it with his foot before speaking. "Alright, Loki, let's try doing some free kicks." Loki Nodded, smirking, and after Louis placed the ball slightly outside the penalty box, he took a couple of steps back Nodded, he took a couple of steps back before taking a slight running start , planting his left foot before slamming the ball with such power that it was not even spinning. It struck the crossbar with a bang and slammed into the net. Loki smirked, turning to see Louis with wide eyes and his mouth slightly open, looking like a gaping fish. Louis swallowed before he spoke with a shaky voice that it was awesome. He finished shouting, his eyes shining with admiration and excitement. 

Loki and Louis spent a few more hours, with Louis teaching Loki about soccer. Loki was currently riding his bike toward his house, thinking about when the PSG tryouts were. They were next week. He didn't have to worry about school; he was an excellent student, one of the best in his school. He needed to train every day to be at his peak performance. And showed them why he was the best. He smirked and sped up his bike, feeling a slight burn in his legs, but he welcomed it. It meant that he made progress as much as he knew he was the best. He knew there were people better than him, but not for long. He was only 16. By the time he retired, he wanted to be remembered as the GOAT. 

After arriving at his house, he parked his bike in the garage, noticing that his family's cars weren't there. They must be out. He shrugged and entered the house. He walked into the living room; after pulling off his shoes, he plopped onto the couch. Pulling out his phone, he opened Instagram, scrolling through the photos mindlessly until a post caught his attention. It was of his favorite female singer, Billie Eilish. It was a picture of her; she looked absolutely gorgeous, her eyes half-lidded. He shivered slightly, dream of those eyes. He could get lost in the and never want to find a way out. He shook his head; he didn't want to catch feelings, knowing they would never be returned. Loki sighed, turning off his phone and standing up, unzipping his tracksuit top and tossing it on the couch. He walked towards the fridge and pulled out one chicken breast and an avocado. He opened the chicken breast before turning on the stove, oiling a pan with olive oil. After seasoning the chicken breast with paprika, garlic powder, and salt, he placed it in the pan before opening the avocado. He sliced both sides into smaller cubes. He pulled out two slices of bread, toasted them, and spread the avocado on top. He seasoned it with garlic powder and salt. After the chicken was done, he plated it on a plate with avocado bread. He walked over to the table, sat down, and started eating. After finishing, he washed the dishes before walking up the stairs and into his room. 

The next morning, he was awoken by an alarm blaring. He looked at it, noticing it was 6 AM. Today was the weekend, so he could oversleep. Tomorrow is a school day. He groaned, burying his face in his pillow and going back to sleep. 

Today was the day of the PSG tryouts. He took a leave from the last few classes, and after going back home , he took his shoes and changed into the Nike tracksuit. He arrived at the location and was not the only one; many boys were there. He focused, though, and made his way inside the building. After doing everything needed, like physical tests, they were led to the pitch to do many tests, which Loki aced. The only thing he was not first in was defense. that was his only not strong point The next test was 11 versus 11. He was given the position of a striker. The formations were 4-2-3- 1. He smirked at his opponents, and after flipping the coin, their opponents got the ball. As the match began, the opponents started to pass it around; however, their movements were a bit awkward and nervous. He smirked, seeing an opportunity. He sprinted as a midfielder passed to the striker. He cut off the pass, sprinting past the midfielders. He spun around a defender, passed to his midfielder, and in an explosive burst of speed, sped toward the penalty box just in time to control the ball with his chest and volley it into the goal past the goalkeeper, who was left blinking. He smirked and walked back to his position on the sidelines. The coach of the youth team was impressed, nodding with a smirk. He whispered something to his assistant, who looked stunned before scampering off. The match continued; he scored three more goals. It was rather easy, but he liked crushing his opponents. After the match was over, he was called by the youth coach. He walked towards the office while thinking about what he should do to improve his game. 

 he Looked up, noticing that he arrived at the office. He entered after knocking, sat in the chair across from the couch, and leaned forward with a smirk, his eyes glinting in the low light in the room...