Loki's mind had been troubling him. Considering he had tried to befriend the Chitauris, lead them into glorious battle, and enslave the human race, it concerned him his mind was turbulent. He lay on his bed, looking up at the top of the four poster canopy, tossing a small leather bound book up into the air and then letting it fall back into his outstretched hand.
His Mother, Frigga, had always had a gift for visions. She often described it as seeing the future out of the corner of her eyes. She would get a glimpse of someone she had never yet met, as she was walking down a corridor, looking through a book, or practicing magic. But somehow she knew that the person she saw in the corner of her eyes was someone important, someone that she was meant to meet. She had told Thor and Loki on multiple occasions how she had already seen them grow into fine men, even when at the time they had only been young boys. It had confused Loki for over a millennia to imagine what his mother had seen, but he now thought he understood.
Recently he had seen glimpses of golden hair out of the corner of his eyes, the swish of a green gown, or sometimes a white gown sparkled with gold. The moment he turned his head to see who she was, she would disappear. It happened when he least expected it, when he was walking along a deserted corridor, looking through a book, and even one time when he had awoken in the middle of the night. He had thought he glimpsed a young woman wearing his silken robe and standing in front of the wide windows. He would not have noticed her if not for the stars shining through her hair. The minute he rubbed the sleep from his eyes however, she was gone.
He slapped a hand to his face and let it fall down to cover his mouth. He caught the book in his opposite hand one last time and then took his other hand from his face to the back of his head, propping himself up slightly. He leafed through the small notebook, his eyebrows furrowing.
The notebook was filled with spells he had been recently studying that he thought would help him escape Asgard. It wasn't even that he necessarily wanted to escape; it was just something to occupy him.
But his mind had been distracted, as the notebook told. In the corners were drawings of a woman's face, eyes, nose, and dots across the nose for freckles. She took up the corners and empty spaces around the notes or took up space between paragraphs. He had no idea who she was, and yet every time he drew her he knew that something was not quite right, that he was missing something.
He slapped the notebook shut and let it fall next to him on his bed, staring at the ceiling once more. His fingers found the warm spot next to his hip and Nox purred as Loki ran his fingers around the cats back.
The girl sat in the room, her mind deep in thought. Recently her mind had been going…elsewhere. That was the only way to describe it. Sometimes she thought about the color blue, and how deep the color could go. Other times she thought about other colors like gold, black, and green. She felt like she remembered what it felt like to have another persons touch upon her skin or a soft smooth voice that made her smile. It felt like a jigsaw puzzle in her head, one that she did not even have all the pieces for. Sometimes, it made her angry and her eyes would fill with tears and she would bang a hand onto the smooth white ground in frustration with her own self.
She also began to feel a strange apprehension for the old man as well, although she could not explain that either. She felt like she could not trust him, even though she had never spoken to him. It was like some unwritten rule with one another that they felt must be followed; never interact with one another.
So Nina sat in the white of the room and tried to remember what was so awfully important to her.