Magnus Chase And The Gods Of Asgard

My name is Magnus Chase. I am currently on the run from police officers. Literally.
"Huff-huff-"
A donut dropped out of one's pocket and he slowed for a second and actually picked it up, shoving it in his mouth before he fell back into(slow)pursuit.
Disgusting, I thought, and ran faster, breaking my previous speed. I glanced behind me and noticed the other man yelling at fatface donut man while running.
"You idiot! He's getting away!"
Fatface donut man gave a squeak and crumbs fell from his open mouth. I ran down a side street and they lost sight of me. I grinned and slumped behind a trash can.
Seconds later, they ran past the alley.
Geez, I thought. It's not like I stole a priceless gold watch.
Chuckling, I rolled up my sleeve and watched the twinkle of the golden band and face. The hands ticked into position, telling me night was coming.
Yup, this would sell for alot.
I leaned forward and stood up, ambling to my place.

Notes

Yes, it's short. Don't get your undergarments in a twist. I'll edit later.
BUT ANYWAY! I hope you like the idea! Until the first book in Magnus Chase's trilogy is released, I'll be writing this! And I know that'll be like a year. But I can add authors.