Prophecy of the Woods

Chapter 1

I woke up and it should have a felt like any regular Friday morning, but it didn't. Nothing felt the same when that guy moved in next door. He was all mysterious and it seemed like he was always watching me. When I had friends over and we had tea or something on the terrace, he was also out on his terrace, just sitting there watching. Of course Winter, my best friend, just giggled and said "omgosh he is so hot," but I would usually roll my eyes. I tried asking him once what his problem was but he just huffed and walked away.

That night, I was having trouble sleeping, again. I sighed and sat up. I shoved some of my red-blond hair from my face and just stared at the wall. A sudden crash from the terrace made me jump a little. I stood up and headed to the living room were the entrance to the terrace was. I pulled back the curtain to peek out the glass doors and I saw that new guy. Apparently he saw me too and walked right up to the glass door.

"What that hell?" I asked.

"Just open the door." He said cooly.

I raised an eyebrow. What on earth was he doing on my terrace?! And how did he get there? We were on the seventh floor of this apartment building. I slowly opened the door and took a step back. He strutted inside and closed the door behind him. He then turned to face me and started to walk towards me. I back away and soon my back hit the wall.

"What do you want?" I asked quietly.

He reached down and tried to grab my left wrist but I pulled away

"Don't touch-" I started yell but he cut me off by placing a strong hand on my mouth.

"I need to see your wrist," he said.

I let him pick up my wrist. As he looked down, some of his dark hair fell into his face. I had to admit, he had the prettiest green eyes I had ever seen and he had a these high cheek bone that without a doubt, did make him quite beautiful.

He brought my wrist to his face and examined my tattoos. They were just tattoos, I didn't understand why this was necessary. He let go of my wrist and I let it fall to my side.

"Sleep now," he said and he started to push me back to my room.

"What is going on!" I as muttered as I was shoved into my bedroom and then the door shut and locked behind me. Why on earth would he lock me in my own room? I groaned and plopped down on the bed. I slid under the covers and to my surprise, fell asleep fairly quickly.

I woke up to a loud knocking on the door.

"Astrid Woods! Wake up!" He called.

I groaned and buried my face into my pillow. I heard him growl with frustration. I heard him unlock the door and walked in. I didn't move my face from my pillow.

"I said wake up." He growled.

"No." I muttered into my pillow. I suddenly felt two strong hands pick me up and hauled me over his shoulder.

"Hey! What the hell?!" I shrieked. I squirmed in his grip and and only held me tighter.

"What do you want?" I asked again.

He said nothing and dropped me on to the couch. I glared at him and brought my knees to my chest. I felt him watching me.

"Can I ask you what name is?" I asked quietly. He closed his eyes and sighed.

"My name is Loki." He said.

I nodded. I didn't trust him fully because he had the same name as the Nordic god of mischief.

"So, Loki, what do you want with me." I asked.

"In time you will know." He said. I huffed and looked away from him. I could tell he was watching me, I could feel his gaze.

I stood up and walked to the kitchen. I was hungry and him watching me like that was making me slightly uncomfortable. I grabbed an apple and bit into it. I heard him walk into the kitchen and he was watching me again! What was up with this guy? I heard him chuckle. And I turned to face him.

"What is your problem?!" I asked. He laughed again and took a few steps toward me so his face was directly in front of mine. His breath had a minty, sort of wintery smell. I looked down and blushed. He put a finger under my chin and tilted my gaze up. He smirked. He was teasing me.

"Blushing are we?" He asked, still smirking. I continued to blush and tried to move my head away. He chuckled and let go on my chin. He turned and walked out of room.

"What was that about..." I muttered. I finished eating my apple and threw the core out. Why did he have to tease me? Why was up with that?