Say it.

Chapter one,

Varvara sat with her back straight up against the back of the chair as she took another sip out the coffee she had just brought. She felt the hotness of the coffee drive through her body as she remained perfectly still once she had put the cup back on the table.

She was wearing white fitted jeans which flared out slightly at the bottom to cover up that her shoes came just past her ankle. The shoes she was wearing had a wedge on them about an inch high and were all leather, no peep toe and a few buckles for decorations. Her top was a dark grey vest top with a lighter shade of grey in the centre creating a smudge look of a skull on it, this is her favourite top. For accessories she wore a dark grey scarf around her neck, a black leather coat which she tied around her waist and to finish the outfit fully off she wore black leather gloves, which she loved.

Varvara had long, perfectly straight yet black hair that people so often complimented she had lost touch with thanking anyone over anything now. Her eyes were the lightest blue anyone had ever seen and in the sunlight the colour was hardly vision at all, almost as if she had not iris at all and only pupils. She liked this. Every Sunday was her 'gym day.' She had figured that to fit in she must do something once a week to come across normal and after following a woman around for whole three weeks she realised the most often thing she did was go to the gym and socialise with other people. Varvara did half of this, she went to the gym but never spoke to anyone other than through the expression of smiling every once in a while.

The steam from the coffee, unusually, blew up in Varvara's face as her eyes flicked down to see exactly what's going on. The table began to shake also creating her coffee to spill gently until it got more and more violent when finally her coffee completely spilt all over the table. Her eyes remained fixed on the cup as it fell over and watched all the liquid just flow out and cover the table and then floor.

Everyone in the shop quickly jumped out of their seats as the same thing had happened them too and they ran out into the streets in a hurry, probably in the direction of their homes thinking it was an Earthquake happening.

Varvara's blue eyes flicked up from her coffee and to the window which was in front of her and looked up to the skies. They were a dull colour and got duller and duller as time slowly went by.

It began to rain, small dots at first until quickly there was hail stones bouncing straight back off the floor.

"You may aswell get going now, it's only going to get worse" a masculine voice from behind the till spoke to Varvara who was the only one left in the shop now, but she ignored the voice and still expressionless she continued to stare out of the window and at the trail that was being created in the grey sky flying from South to West at top speed.

A cold shiver went down her spine until it reached her stomach and the top of her legs where it remained for moments afterwards creating a colder expression on her face and the colour from the whole of her to drain. She was like a ghost. 

All of her feelings left as she stared at the sky ahead of her. She raised her right hand and placed it right on the spilt coffee making the worker jump at the loud bang created and at the fact she could easily damage the skin on her hand. She raised out of her seat sharply, making the seat go flying back behind her and stormed over to the door and opening it ready to walk out in the hail but as she held the door half way open she paused, grabbing the thick black coat which she tied around her waist and putting it on and then pulling up the grey scarf to wrap it around her head and neck almost like a snood. She stayed where she was for a few seconds longer before turning her head like a robot to look outside at the weather and giving a menacing smile to the air.

The hail constantly hit Varvara as she walked through the streets, hearing thunder and seeing lightning every so often but she travelled on.

Her instincts told her to go a certain way, home, but Varvara couldn't resist to walk around the place for a bit, especially walking to the Art museum which was only a few minutes away from her home anyway.

As she got closer to the Art museum there was a difference in the air around her, it suddenly got...colder and instantly she knew something strange was going to happen or is already happening. She arrived at the front of the Art museum as the light shone down from above it so the rain could be seen and her shadow as taller, almost giant like. With her menacing smile wiped off her face she froze exactly where she stood and took a huge gulp. Her breathing remained calm as she slowly turned her head to the right to look at the steps that lead up the front door of the museum. Her eyes scanned over each step as her breathing got heavier and heavier until finally her vision reached the top of the stairs but the bottom of someone.

They were wearing thick soled black leather boots and fitted black trousers. From that alone, she knew who it was. She knew it was Loki.

She could sense he was staring at her, out of all the people that were passing behind her in a rush to get home she knew that 100% he was watching her and her alone and although she wanted to, she couldn't create any sort of smile on her face whether it being innocence or evil, she felt emotionless in his present as instead her eyes fixed on him after all these years.

'He hasn't changed one bit' she thought to herself as she took yet again another gulp trying to calm herself down