Loki POV

I wasn't quite sure how I came across this small human town, or this young woman who seemed extraordinary, despite looking rather plain on the outside. I could tell just by looking at her that she was a swan in disguise, a beauty waiting to take flight. A lithe, lean frame suggested undiscovered, underlying strength. Long, chestnut waves of hair looked like they reached the middle of her back. Then she looked at me and briefly, I was impressed by the power and intensity in her coffee-colored gaze. Those eyes seemed like they were capable of holding a lifetime's storm of emotions. The ancients of this planet were correct in saying the eyes are the window to the soul. It felt like that's what I had just gotten a glimpse of.

Stop that maddening idea, Loki, I thought to myself. I didn't need a companion at the moment. Especially one that was mortal. Mortality meant weakness, at least that's the lie I frequently whispered to myself. Being the God of Lies should've meant that I would easily believe said lie. The reality was the mortals here on Midgard, or Earth as they called it, could be extremely enchanting. Which is what led me to disguising my otherworldly state of dress and instead, donning some mortal fabrics and walking into this place. The mortals called it a bar, a place where they could drown their sorrows in their alcoholic drinks and escape from reality.

As I perused the establishment, that was when I discovered her. I may be The God of Mischief and the God of Lies, but I am still a gentleman. I was raised by Odin Allfather, after all. So I went up and introduced myself.

Bella POV

I couldn't believe it. Today was my 21st birthday. It was also the anniversary of Edward leaving me in the forest 3 years ago, but that's not important. What is important is that there is a very handsome man sitting down next to me. He had topaz blue eyes, hair as black as a midnight sky and very prominent features. It also felt like he had an air of arrogance about him. He turned toward me and started talking.

"Greetings, miss. I thought I would come introduce myself to you, especially because you seem to be here without an escort. I am Loki Laufeyson. What is your name, my dear?

I raised an eyebrow at him. He spoke like he wasn't from this area or any area really. Please God, not another one, although he looks too alive to be a vampire. And he doesn't have the right eyes. But there's something about him. He has an odd name. Oh, speaking of names, I guess I'd better tell him mine.

"I'm Isabella. Isabella Swan. I'm Charlie Swan's daughter." He smiled a gorgeous smile. "Sorry, I'm afraid I'm not from around here, as you mortals say." That shocked me. Mortals? Oh gosh, he really isn't from here. But if he's not a vampire and he's not a shifter, what is he? "Oh, well. He's the local Chief of Police. He runs the Forks Police Department."

His blue eyes were stunning as he said "I see. Well Isabella, I must be leaving as I have a few things I need to get accomplished before I retire for the evening. Goodnight, Miss Swan. I have a feeling we shall meet again." And then he bent down and placed a chaste kiss on my hand. As he left, I felt….unusual. What the heck was that about?

Loki POV

What in Valhalla just happened in there? I thought. I was astonished at my behavior. While I was conversing with Isabella, I had not told a single lie. It was not a comforting realization. I was the God of Lies for a reason. It helped me achieve my goals. So why didn't I lie? What was so important concerning this mere mortal that I had not been deceitful?

I will find her again and this time, I won't be so gracious.