Midsummer Night's Mischief

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A/N: Well hello again! In case you didn't see my post on my message board, I have decided to turn 'Purpose' into a mini series composed of oneshots involving Loki & Ava. Don't know how far I plan to go with this, and updates may not be frequent, but I put a LOT of effort into these and hope you guys will like them. With that being said, enjoy part two of Purpose :)

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After Ava, I was never the same.

As promised, each afternoon we would meet and I taught her everything that I knew. She was a quick and enthusiastic learner, and for perhaps the first time since I had abandoned childhood I felt as if I had met someone whom I could truly consider a friend. Of course perhaps Thor pretended to care for me, but I made great efforts to keep us apart as I had begun to dread the haughty way in which he spoke of himself and his “heroic” adventures that I was no longer granted a part of. However, I now had someone in my company who, for at least a brief time, would make me feel as if those things did not matter.

On one particular day Ava and I were in the library, one of the few places where we both felt completely content. She had no need for lessons today, as she rarely did now; in a couple months’ time she had truly proven herself. Her head was leaned forward, facing down onto the paper she sketched upon. It was impossible not to smile as I saw her in this way, her focus could be quite astounding. On the table in front of her sat a bundle of a few of the most beautiful types of flowers that could be found in the gardens of the palace; their pink petals seemed to glow as the midday sunlight poured in through the arched windows, and Ava caught this detail almost perfectly across the page. She had never failed to impress me with her newly discovered talents, which competed with my own.

“Loki?”

I blinked, realizing that I had been looking at her for much too long as now she had met my gaze, a slightly puzzled expression on her porcelain face.

“Oh, I--just wanted to say that it looks lovely,” I said quietly, nodding to the drawing on the table. She bowed her head slightly and added a few small marks to the dark shadow underneath the front most petal on the page. Despite her attempts to conceal it, I saw the tiny smile she now possessed. She was almost always like this, so shy and quiet, but it was part of her demeanor that made her all the more charming.

I leaned back into the large armchair I was seated in across from the table, attempting to return my attention to the book I had claimed from one of the massive shelves filled with a vast collection of novels, storybooks and a multitude of other texts occupying the room. I had finished my own sketching for the day several minutes prior, but remained in the library with Ava, enjoying the always pleasant company she provided.

It had been a few months since that first night in which we had met, and our bond had only grown. I knew right away that Ava was quite different than anyone I had met before, whether or not she was simply a servant in our household. Perhaps a few of those living in the palace had seen us together, but to me it did not matter. In the strangest of ways, she seemed to understand me, my pain, the reasons for my bitterness that tended to overtake my entire nature, and an unkind word had never erupted from her lips despite…me.

She seemed to be utterly flawless, but not simply in a physical sense. Of course she was beautiful, incredibly so although I was apprehensive to admit this to myself. Her long black hair cascaded in waves down her back and stopped at her waist, her large, deep blue eyes shimmered as if they were sapphires, and her fair skin made her appear delicate and precious, like one of the treasured relics of Asgard. But what truly captivated me was her kind spirit, her eagerness to learn and to teach others, and her ability to appreciate even the simplest of things in her life. We were quite opposite of each other for the most part, yet I craved her presence.

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