Author Note: Okay, each small section between the *** is a different scene, some in different places. I just wanted a whole chapter of them :)

Oh, and please review! But no flames/hate please.

~CWA

Chapter 3- Love?:

Months later:
Loki felt very confused. It didn't make sense. He just couldn't understand it. Why didn't humans bother him as much, was…was their plan actually working? Was he getting poisoned by humanity? He looked over at Soro, no, he isn't poisoned. The sole reason he was tolerating people was because of that woman- that crazy, divine woman. That woman who, he admitted, he saw himself in. She was a trickster, a fox. She was…brilliant and…beautiful.

She was also confusing. He didn't understand her. He didn't understand him. He didn't understand these feelings- the feelings he had when he looked at her, thought about her. She was so enchanting.

Soro looked at him, concerned. She has been at the shop almost every day to help the owner with placing the books, or at least that was the official reason. The real reason was that she was attracted to him- and she didn't want to admit it. She hated feelings- they would slow you down. They give you regret, they give sorrow, and they give you heartbreak. Frankly, she could tell that he was at least amused by her. Amused by what, she didn't know. She looked over at him again, he was looking pale.

She sighed and went over.

"Arthur," she said, "Are you alright?"

He jolted up,

"What? Of course I'm fine."

She rolled her eyes,

"If you say so."

Mr. Edmond walked through the doors. Arthur looked at them amused, knowing that something was going to happen. Soro always was able to fool or trick him in some sort of way- without telling direct lies. To Arthur, it was simply entertaining. He admired her small tricks, and she admired his as well. Soon, Tom Edmond left once again- this time with a fake address ("my address, just my old one"). Arthur walked over to her, spotting her pocketing the money she stole from Tom.
"You little thief," he said as he passed by her, "a sly trickster, a fox. You do live up to your name indeed. "
She jumped, and then smirked. She could tell by the amused glint in his eyes and his smirk that he, by no means, was going to turn her in. She put a hand on her hip,

"You know, average peopled don't know that Soro means fox."

"You will find," he said in a slick voice, "That I am, by no means, average."

She dropped the book that she was holding. He smoothly picked it up and handed it to her. She grabbed it and stumbled a bit, flustered and blushing. She glanced at his wrist,

"Nice fashion accessary."
"Believe me," he said touching the bracelet, "it is by no means fashionable. If I had my way, it would be thrown into the river. I can't get the damn thing off."

Soro chuckled,

"Well, I would get it off- but it'd cost you."

She stood on the ladder and started to move the books to the places they belonged, the wheels on the ladder allowing her to do so without getting down each time. She put a book on the high shelf- having to reach out a little. The ladder swayed and she fell. Arthur's eyes widened and he ran over at once, swearing under his breath.

Soro felt her own eyes widened as she fell. She clenched her eyes, waiting for impact. Then, she stopped. She slowly opened her eyes to see Arthur's face inches from her own. He caught her, bridal style. She blushed. He smirked.

"Thanks," she muttered flustered. She then gently pushed herself out of his arms.

Soro sat at a table at the café. Her closest friend, Sarah, was sitting beside her yet again.

"Okay," Sarah said, "what's up with you?"
"Whatever do you mean?"
"You know what I mean, so stop with the innocent eyes."
Soro sighed,
"I don't know…"

"It's him isn't it?"
Soro blushed and Sarah laughed,
"I knew it! I knew you two would be perfect together!"
"We are not together!"

Soro didn't know what was different. She didn't know what was different with her, with Arthur. She felt so…happy…around him and she didn't know why. Slowly, she started to notice how differently he was to her. He wasn't like the other guys, but he was a trickster. She started to notice how he tricked and fooled customers he didn't like. She didn't notice the small things about him either at first. The way he usually had his hair cut, but it looked like it was growing out. She noticed the way his eyes were such a color green and they sparkled with mischief. She noticed the way he dressed- always with such etiquette. She noticed how he had a slightly different way of speaking and of doing things. She noticed that…and she slowly noticed that…that she was falling for him.

Loki felt so foolish and so helpless…not to mention petty. What was pettier than him, a Norse god, a legend….falling in love with a mortal…