The Year that Never Was

It was a cold day in Russia, but some how the frost of the air made me at ease. I spent several months in migard. In that time I visited Italy, Japan, and Germany. I love their culture, so vivid and exciting. Seeing things I could never possibly see in Asgard. Now I'm in the beautiful city of Moscow. To tell you the truth- it amazed me. The white falling all around the imperial looking buildings fit for a king.

I heard there was a ballet tonight, I was thrilled to attend. Of I dressed to impress. Can't walk around in my armor scary mortals. I wore a black suit with a dark green, and a pair of black tinted shades.

When I arrived at the Bolshoi theater mortal women gasp at the very site of me. What can I say, I'm a lady killer. Before I notice I tripped on some piece of ruble, landing face first into the sidewalk. Laughter roared through out the crowd. Quit as a flash I got up and walked off as if nothing happened. Finally I made it to my seat on the balcony, without strangling a mortal in the last 5 minutes. Yay, new record!

Silence fell over the theater as the play begun. Music bellowed loudly as the dancers pranced along with the rhythm. they were all lovely but only one caught my eye.

A beatifu.. no completely gorgeous red head. Her hair fell down to her waist in wavy water fall. She wore a black corest which hug her hour glass figure and the flaired out into a sliver and black tutu. Her Skin was light cream which complemented her passion filled eyes. She danced with such elegance, even the gods & goddess's would praise her.

There was something about her that made my heart beat rapidly. Through out the whole night I watched her.

(3 hours later )

After the show I pushed passed mortals. I have no time for slowness, I want to see her again.

Natasha's P.O.V

What a night, I mean there were so many people. Just as I was about to pack up, there was a knock on my door. must be another perv fan. I open the door to find the most stunning man I've ever seen. My goodness, this man look like a god. I "hello, may I help you? " I ask. He looked intently at me through his shades before answering, "привет(A/N; It means hi in Russian),my name Loki Odinson. I must say your performance tonight was outstanding. These, my darling are for you." Loki had handed me a bouquet of red roses and white incarnates.

His voice sounded so cunning but held a hint of mischief."Oh thank you...Loki, you're too kind. My name is Natasha."

"Natasha. well it very nice to meet you." He mused. Some how it felt right when he said my name "likewise. you're not from around here are you?" I knew he was a foreigner the minute he said hello. Loki took off his shades. His eyes were the most brilliant color of green, but they held sadness in them. I didn't like that, it made me want to hug him and tell him everything would be ok.

"No, I'm. I moved here, would you be so kind to show me around one day?" He ask. "I'd be glad to. How about tomorrow afternoon at the Café Pouchkine?" "It's a date.Good bye, Natasha." Then walked off.

In all honesty.....I wanted Loki to stay.