Chapter One

I was dying. Dying to get out of class, that is. I ended up signing up for a course that semester that definitely was not all it was cracked up to be. All that I wanted to do was go to my apartment and relax for a bit.

"Rosemary," my friend Anastasia whispered to me.

I rolled my eyes and turned my body to face her in my cramped desk. I scrunched up my face at her and squinted. "What is it?" I whispered back.

I was actually a bit relieved at her interruption. Advanced Calculous was definitely the biggest mistake of my life.

She leaned in closer to me, her long, blonde hair falling over her shoulders and coiling onto her desk. Her blue eyes gestured for me to look somewhere else. A wide grin grew across her lips. "Cole, ten'o'clock."

I slowly shifted my eyes to see who she was talking about. A boy with long, wavy, brown hair and eyes suddenly averted his gaze from me. Rolling my eyes once more, I turned my head back to Anastasia.

"Really?" I remarked.

"Whaaaaat? He's been starting at you for the entire class!" she exclaimed.

"Well, that's his issue. Not yours. Not mine."

I returned to my class work. Anastasia crossed her arms and slumped back into her seat, letting out a huff as she did so.

"Why are you so asexual?"

I melodramatically dropped my pencil onto my desk and rested an arm on the back of my chair.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not asexual?" I asked, pursing my lips.

"Well, at least once more, please."

I closed my eyes and let out a sigh. "Ana, I am just not ready to have a boyfriend right now, okay?"

She inhaled an over exaggerated breath. "But why not?" she whined. "I need a buddy to go out with, to help me decide who to hook up with! And, let's be honest here, you're my only friend."

"I am so busy right now. I've got vocal performance, music education, not to mention Wind Ensemble, Jazzband and piano lessons. Plus, I have to take this class this semester if I want to graduate with enough credits. I don't have time."

She shook her head. "You are absolutely hopeless." I rolled my eyes once again.

Class had finally ended, and I was free to go home and relax. Anastasia and I walked out of the enormous classroom together, only to be stopped by the same boy who was looking at me in class earlier.

"Hey, you're Rose, right?" he asked me.

I sighed, anticipating the rejection that I was going to have to serve him a'la mode.

"It's Rosemary," I corrected.

"Oh, sorry," he apologized. "I was just wandering...um, can I have your number?"

I placed a hand on my hip. "I don't know. Can you?"

Anastasia cut in before I could wound him anymore than I already had. "I'm sorry. My friend's not really in the market right now...but I'll take that offer if you'd like."

I rolled my eyes and walked off. If there was one thing that girl was talented at, it was being available. Scurrying across campus, I finally made it back to my apartment building.

During my first semester of college, I had tried living in a dorm. However, my roommate was a loud, sex addict, not to mention a deadbeat. After a few months, I couldn't take it anymore. I requested to move out, and I rented my own place. For the first time since I started college, things were starting to look up.

Well, that was until I met Anastasia. Don't get me wrong, I love the girl to death, but she is always trying to hook me up with someone, or make me go out and "turn up". When, in reality, I would much rather be at the music building practicing piano.

Once I arrived back to my apartment, I changed into something more comfortable and put my caramel colored hair into a high pony tail. I grabbed my sheet music and left my apartment, walking across campus to go to the music building.

Every Friday night, I went there to practice piano for at least three hours. Because of this, I always had a practice room reserved for me.

I walked up the stairs to practice room E208. I turned a corner to get to the room. A reserved sign was on the door for me, but as I got closer, I realized that the light in the room was on.

Raising a brow, I slowly approached the door, trying to peer into the small, rectangle window on the door. From the awkward angle that I was at, I couldn't tell who was in there, but there was definitely a shadow shifting about.

Gulping, I slowly opened up the door and peeked my head inside. A tall, lean, hungry-looking figure loomed over the grand piano. His black hair was slicked back. He wore a dark, long coat and a scarf. My heart fluttered at the sight of him.

I cleared my throat. "Um, excuse me?"

He looked up at me nonchalantly, his green eyes sparkling. "What is it?" he asked, his British accent shining through his smooth, velvety voice.

"Um, I'm not sure if you saw the sign on the door or not, but this room is reserved."

He lifted a brow. "For whom?"

"Well, me."

He gave me a curt nod before slowly turning his gaze back to the piano.

"Good," he said. "Then you can tell me what this strange sound machine is."

I furrowed my brows and walked over to him. I set my sheet music on the piano and stood next to him.

"You mean, you don't know what a piano is?"

He slightly crinkled his brows, indicating a confused look. "Piano?" he asked innocently. His breath smelled like wintergreen peppermint, making me internally squeal in ecstasy. Why was this man so...intoxicating? Almost...God-like?

"Yeah, a piano," I confirmed, snapping out of my thoughts. I sat down on the piano bench in front of him and began playing Fur Elise. I was sure that he would recognize it, I mean, everyone does.

Instead, he put his hand to his chin and stared at my fingers as they glided across the keys. I stopped playing and looked up at him.

"Fascinating..." He breathed. "Things are a lot different here in Midgard."

My face suddenly scrunched up. "Mid what?"

"Nothing," he corrected. He turned and began to walk out of the room. He stopped and turned to face me once more. "Tell me, woman, what is your name?"

"My name is Rosemary," I replied, hoping that he would tell me his.

"Do you come here often?" I nodded. A wide, evil grin spread across his mouth. "Well then. Perhaps we will meet again." He looked to the door, but then back to me for a final time. "Your eyes," he began. "They're green. I like green."

And on that strange note, he walked out of the practice room and shut the door behind him. The room immediately seemed dull at the lack of his presence.

Who was that guy? I thought. He certainly was an odd fellow. I suddenly smiled to myself like a fool. Maybe I like odd.

So this is the beginning to my new Loki Laufeyson fanfiction! I hope you guys like it! It takes place a bit after The Dark World, so some of the unanswered questions that were left in the movie will be incorporated in this fanfic. Chapter 2 will be much longer, I promise!