Chapter two - Loki P.O.V
I wait until I'm sure she's not looking before glancing across. I wouldn't admit it out loud – but she's pretty.
Long dark hair that is pulled up into a loose pony tail, thick rimmed glasses and wide brown eyes. Her skin is lightly tanned and freckled and she stands small and petite.
Like I said, she's pretty.
I don't stare, I'm not stupid. Like I'd be caught dead staring at her – I don't think I can handle the others making fun of me again.
Not that they won't find something else to pick at.
I scoff inside my head, annoyed at my thought pattern. My eyes move back towards the front of the classroom to where Fury stands, talking loudly – being ignored by nearly everyone.
He seems to finally give up and slumps into his chair behind his desk. Thank god that little goody two shoes isn't in today. She'd be in everyone's faces about not paying attention.
The class seems to be dragging on and I keep struggling to find a way to start up a conversation with this girl… Ravanna. Even her name is pretty.
I chew on the tip of my pencil before looking back down at the sketch I've done. It's a detailed picture of me and Thor. I'm standing at the edge of a cliff, smirking as Thor falls into the swirling depths of the ocean below.
"That's a pretty neat drawing."
I jerk backwards slightly, surprised when I find her, the girl – Ravanna, sitting next to me. I blanche slightly, glancing back to where her seat now sits empty. I didn't even notice the bell ringing, but now everyone's getting up to go.
"Uhh, thanks." I falter.
"I'm Ravanna. Although… you probably know that." She laughs lightly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
I nod my head. "I'm Loki."
"Is that him?" She glances at my drawing and then nods her head in the direction of where Thor stands talking to Steve.
I shrug. "Techinically, he's my brother."
She raises her eyebrows.
"I'm adopted."
"Ah. You guys don't get on?"
I resist the urge to let out a slightly hysterical laugh. "Yeah, that's an understatement."
"I don't get on with my sister either, if that makes you feel any better."
"How come?"
She pulls a face. "We're opposites."
"Same problem here." I stand, putting my folder and notebook into my backpack, throwing it over my shoulder. "What do you have next?"
"Gymnastics." She sighs. "I suck at Gymnastics."
"I have to say, me too." I reply lightly.
She smiles. "What about you?"
"Shop. Time to… build things." I sigh. "I already want today to be over."
"Yeah, first day's aren't so great for me."
"So what's it like over at the Professor's school?"
She shrugs delicately and her hair falls loose once more. "It's just like any other school. They teach the usual. Maths, English… how to stop your power from overwhelming you and killing a bunch of people."
I can't help a small laugh. "So what's your power?"
"You don't want to know."
"I do, tell me."
"Well… my nickname was Virus." She sighs, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "Because with a single touch, I can end someone's life."
"What a gift." I whistle.
"Not a gift… But, not a curse I guess." She shrugs. "I just wish I could have had something a little better."
"I think it's a pretty cool power." I shrug.
"I get that a lot, but it comes with a price."
"Which is?"
She remains silent and refuses to say a word, instead she just shakes her head.
"This is where I stop anyway." I indicate towards a door to the left.
"It was nice talking to you Loki." She smiles. "No one's said a word to me yet, I kind of expected something, so thanks."
"No problem." I find myself returning the smile and as I watch, she turns and leaves.
I can't help the slightest flutter in my stomach, a small warmth. I quickly squelch it, feeling silly and just turn towards my class.
- Kinda crappy, I know, but I promise it'll get better!;D Keep reading!
