"Giving into temptation was something I did not expected to do today; but I can full heartedly say I would do it again."
Alva lived a normal life in a normal city. Going day to day focusing in her art. Nothing exciting every really happened to her until one day in a café, she met a mischief maker. (Post Thor up to The Avengers possibly ending at Thor the Dark World.)
Author Note... I had to go back and fix the sentence where Alva talks about here parents to better help with the connection to the 2nd chapter
The day started out like any normal day: woke up, brushed my teeth, got dressed, did my hair, and make-up just some black eyeliner and mascara then I went about my day. After being done with all that I grabbed my bag and left my studio apartment. Walking down the busy street of New York City observing the people around me like do every day I made my way to my favorite café. It was small and artsy it often got a vast array of customers.
I sat in the back corner facing the front door, it was my favorite spot where I could people watch for hours on end. Pulling my sketch pad from my bag along with my pencils I began to observe the people around me until I found someone worth drawing. It didn't take long for my eyes to fall on a pale man with black hair seated a few tables away from me. His black curly hair was brushed back out of his face but still held the look of a wild mane. His eyes downcast into a book whose title I couldn't make out; this angle really brought out his cheek bones, they almost appeared to be chiseled by a renaissance master. His right hand rested at his mouth in a loose fist while his left held the book in long fingers. He would turn the page every few moments. What he wore is what really threw me for a loop: a nice dark forest green button down shirt with black slacks is not something that is normally found in this part of downtown. Though his sleeves were rolled up to forearms and the shirt unbuttoned he still was out of place.
'Fast reader' I thought to myself as I brought pencil to pad. I didn't know what it was about this man that made me so drawn to him but I knew I had to capture this moment it was breath taking to me. He reminded me a lot of myself, he was able to focus on something so intently and shut the outside world off.
I don't know how long I was sketching him; I was to focus on catching every detail about the mystery man. I was forced from my thoughts when I noticed someone sit down at the chair opposite me. I looked up from my drawing into deep green eyes with a swirl of yellow. It was the man with the book I had been drawing. "You have been staring at me for the past two hours and I must know what is it you find so interesting?" His smooth and clear voice with a slight British accent.
"I'm an artist… I draw things that I find interesting… I found you interesting, the way you immersed yourself into the book." I force out not trying to sound nervous.
"May I see?" He asked me with a smirk pulling to his lips. I only nod and hand him the drawing. He stared at it for a moment. "This is quite good."
"Thank you." I paused and smiled "I am Signy by the way. I know it's a little strange but my parents were from Sweden but I normally go by middle name Alva."
"A pleasure to meet you Alva." He handed my drawing back to me. "We seem to have some things in common." He smiled and extended his hand "I am Loki."
Thank you for reading my first chapter. I'm new to writing fanfiction so bare with me please. Constructive criticism accepted but please no flames.
- I plan to try to update at least once a week-