Summary; Sometimes she dreams of him. Adventures so vivid she swears he's really there.

A/N; I've been meaning to do this for a while, so here we are. I warn you now that while I love the marvel universe I am by all means NOT an expert. So I'll be using the movies and internet research to help me out, but if you see something that doesn't seem right then please do tell me.

Chapter 1 – Of Manners and Personal Space

Matters of the heart are complicated. They often conflict with reason, and the mind was something too important to muddle with such foolishness. This was Ambrosia's philosophy, mantra, and way of life. And anyway, it wasn't like she had an interest in anyone. Not since him, anyway.

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She had only been fourteen when she met him. The day was hot and humid so she had taken refuge in the shade of the forest. The halls of the orphanage were too noisy and riddled with children who did not see her as their equal. No way would she ever be able to rest in peace there. Not to mention with no air conditioner, it was hotter in the building than it was outside.

In the forest there was a cross breeze and it was quiet. To young Ambrosia it was the perfect place to write her thoughts.—A pastime she had long ago picked up.

Notebook clutched in hand, she walked deeper into the forest to a place where no one would find her unless she wanted to be found. Often times she had pondered spending eternity there, but an empty belly always had her thinking otherwise.

The moment that Ambrosia made it to her special place, she was met with a most peculiar sight.

A young man, of all things, sprawled out on the forest floor, his head resting against her sitting stump. His appearance all on it's own was enough to halt her steps. He was strange and foreign, wearing odd formal material of a prince that made it seem like he had stepped out of a story book. The fact that she had never seen him before was another shocker, she had only ever met the children and the sisters of the orphanage. No one else was allowed on grounds without permission.

While most would have fled at the sight of a stranger, more so one in such ridiculous garb, Ambrosia found herself drawing closer and kneeling at his side. Rather than sleeping, he looked unconscious, as if maybe he'd hit his head on her stump. From what she could see he was still breathing, which was a good sign… probably.

Reaching out a hand, Ambrosia brushed his dark hair back from out of his face to get a better look, but found her fingers lingering at his temple. Had her skin not been of a darker complexion, she feared she would have visibly flushed. He was young and handsome, looking not too much older than herself now that she truly looked at him.

Perhaps 16?

So not a man… but a boy.

Though, that still did not explain his appearance or the fact he was in the woods. These were private grounds. Not public property. The sisters here were not kind like those from other places. They would call the police on him if they ever spotted him. They had no tolerance for trespassers.

She didn't care much for the women.

In her daze, Ambrosia did not catch the older boy stir until his hand wrapped around her wrist. Inhaling sharply, she moved to pull back but his grip on her only tightened.

It was strange. Normally even older men had trouble holding her down, but a boy only slightly older than herself seemed to do it with ease.

"Hey, let me go, that hurts," Ambrosia ordered, eyebrows furrowed.

The boy moaned, but held tight as his eyes fluttered open to reveal haughtily green orbs. His other hand went to his head, as he stared questionably at his surroundings before focusing on her.

"What is your name?" He questioned, evenly with an accent she noticed was foreign. Seeming unusually calm for someone who seemed so out of place.

Ambrosia did not answer at first, lips firmly set as she regarded him. She did not know what to make of him yet. "That's kind of rude…" she said after a moment, raising a brow and straightening her posture. "Shouldn't you introduce yourself first?"

If the sisters ever pushed one thing into Ambrosia's mind it was manners. Not that she was an expert in them, far from it in fact.

The boy loosened his grip on her wrist ever so slightly. "Says the maiden touching a man while he rests."

Ambrosia scoffed, turning her head away to hide the embarrassment of being caught doing something so silly. "You're trespassing, I don't think you have the right to talk boundaries," she mumbled back in retaliation.

"Yes…" he seemed to agree, sitting himself up so that they were eye level. "and where am I, exactly?"

"Just inside the grounds of Sanctuary…" Ambrosia told him cautiously. How was it that he didn't even know where he was? Had he really hit his head that hard?

"And where is that?" he prodded her, obviously having no clue where that was.

"…Delaware," she told him hesitantly, not sure where this was going.

"I need more information than that..."

"Earth," feeling a little annoyed, she said it a bit like a smartass. Surely he was just playing with her.

"...Midgard then," he muttered, paying her no mind as he dropped her hand and stood. "So it worked."

"What worked?" She questioned, suddenly curious as she rose with him. "What's Midgard?"

The boy regarded her for a moment before patrolling their perimeter. "Is there anyone else around?"

Not sure whether to answer that question to a suspicious stranger, she didn't answer quick enough, to which he seemed to rightfully assume the answer was no.

"What are you doing out in a forest by yourself?" He questioned, stepping in her direction. Suddenly curious about her.

"I like being alone," she answered truthfully, not really sure why. She assumed it had something to do with the way he looked at her, as if he'd know if she was lying. "It's better that way."

"I see," now he seemed even more curious. "That seems rather lonely. I'm sure your parents worry."

Ambrosia scoffed a little bitterly at this. "It comes with being the orphan that no one wants."

"Orphan?" he spoke carefully now, seeming not to have expected the word.

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry, I—"

"Don't," Ambrosia held up her hand and shook her head. "I've heard enough sorrys for a lifetime."

For a moment a silence fell between them before the boy turned, and began walking again. An old oak tree catching his eyes. "Loki," he said as he fingered the bark.

"What?" Abrosia replied dumbly, not following.

"My name," he explained, not looking at her.

"Oh," she nodded absently, feeling a bit silly for not realizing. "Ambrosia."

He glanced her way for a moment. "Interesting name."

"So is yours," she countered.

He smiled cheekily, "I would love to stay and chat, but there will be a search partly if I am gone too long. We must continue this at a later date, I'm afraid."

Dejected by this news, Ambrosia merely nodded. The sisters tended to love to seclude her from the visitors that were permitted to come to the orphanage, so she didn't have much of a chance to talk to knew people. It was only now that she realized how much she had been enjoying their strange chat. Not to mention there was still questions to be answered.

"Until next time," with those parting words, Loki walked behind the tree and out of sight.

Blinking, Ambrosia cautiously took a few steps to the side but could not see any sign of the boy. He was gone. Dumbfounded, she stared at the tree for hours trying to figure out how such a thing was possible, and left her favorite spot only as night began to fall.