a/n: This will likely be expanded on one day. I was just trying to work out the plot bunny.
She sat down on the leather couch, legs tucked under her as she stared down into her teacup. The tea was made with oranges and apricots, she believed, not that she had ever had experience with either of them. Her hands looked too dirty to be able to hold the glass, as she brought it up to her lips and sipped silently, grateful for the calmness of the moment, because she knew in just a few short days, she would be missing this.
All she hoped was that he wouldn't have to watch as she died.
Her mentor and her escort were watching her carefully, shooting her side glances as they spoke softly, no doubt wondering just how quickly their district was going to lose. The other tribute, wherever he had disappeared to, seemed almost less fit than she was, too tall, too skinny, hair wild. He had pardoned himself almost as soon as they had boarded the train, leaving her alone to be appraised and judged before she said a single word.
They had started replaying the reapings of the other districts, and she attempted to tune it out, until she heard the television announce that the District Two reaping would be shown momentarily. Her mentor raised an eyebrow as she shifted, looking up and searching the crowd intently, trying to find the raven black hair of the peacekeeper's son she wasn't allowed to know.
She found him fairly quickly, hiding a smile as she reassured herself that he was safe, would be okay, because he was a peacekeeper's son, and they had only a single slip of paper in that bowl.
But then she heard the voice announce the male tribute: "Loki Odinson."
Before she knew what had happened, her teacup was smashing into the floor and she was in her room, screaming into her pillow, not caring for a second how her mentors reacted, not responding as they pounded on her door, not coming out until the next morning, because she needed a time to fall apart in all this, and she knew this was her only chance.
Because she knew the humor of the game makers, and if they ever hinted at the truth, if they ever let anything show, she would know what it felt like to break his neck or to feel his blade in her heart.