Deception ( Prof! Loki x OC)

~Chapter 1~

Autumn. What a beautiful season. Rain,cold and old books. Puddles and train stations filled with unknown people ready to start, what might seem a monotone day. Honking and rushed footsteps along side the side walk were ingulfing New York. Street artists were setting up their "stages", where people might as well judge them. Needless to say, boring.

Awaken by the graceful sound of  someone rummaging through kitchen cupboards made by my room mate, Carrie, I jumped out of bed, well nearly fell off it. The cold and old floor creacked  under my shuffling steps.

"Morning, Carrie"

"Good morning, Eve" she said as she handed me a cup of freshly made coffee. 

Now my story with Carrie starts long before. Exactly 2 and a half years ago, I met her bubbly personality in the coffee shop she used to work. I was visiting London, where she lived, with some friends. It took some coffee trips for us to finally exchange numbers. We met, we became close friends  and now studying at the same university. I vaguely remember the day she told she was going to the same university, partly because of the drinks we had the night before. That day she came out to me, well to the whole world as bisexual. Suprised not really, happy very much. That day, from what i recall, made me realize that if she trusted me with her problems, I meant something for her and she meant so much for me. 

And if you remember, the friends I went to London, we separated. The ties went cold, hearts were crushed, promises forgotten and regrets relived.

I was pulled out my deep thinking moment by the waving hand of my room mate. 

"Earth to Ev, are you there?"

"..Ah, yes. You were saying?"

"You, my dear friend need to get out of your bubble. I was telling you about the photography classes. " she chuckled as she sipped the hot coffee.

"Oh, I remember..."

"What's wrong?" she asked me with a concerned tone.

"You know really well why."

"Because of professor Craig? Oh please, I told you to stop thinking about his snarky remarks." 

You might be wondering who this professor Craig is. Last year, he was my photography professor. To say I absolutely hated that man wouldn't be very proper for a lady, but that old bastard made me feel insecure about my dreams. Always had something to say against everything. 

"Also Markian told me we would have a new one. A younger one." 

"Finally..I really hated that bastard. By the way, is Markian coming?" I said, relieved.

"Yes, he will delight us with his arrogant self in a week."

I laughed at her comment about him. Markian is our other friend, an emotionless kid.Me and Carrie slowly broke his shell of loneliness and sadness that he built around him. Now we just know him as the overprotective friend, the kid making funny faces in class, the boy who would let us win on Game Nights and even the designated driver. Our friendship was quite odd, the emo kid, the indie girl and the mom friend(me).

"Wait.. what time is it?"

 "It's 9:46 am, dear"Carrie said as she put her cup in the sink.

"Kriff, I promised Mr. Daniel I will be at his shop at 10:20."

"Really.. I thought you were going to come with me at the shops." said Carrie as she stood near the door of her room.

"I will come but later. I promise, Carebear." knowing  damn well she absolutely hated that nickname.

She looked at me, death and fire in her eyes.

"For the love of Yoda, stop with that nickname. It makes me feel like a child."

"But you are the baby of the group." I said as I ruffled her hair.

" Oh, come on. No need to remind me every 35 seconds. I swear you are going to be the death of me." she yelled as she entered her room.

"Gladly, darling." I yelled back.

My room is pretty spacious. Nothing too fancy. A white bed, an unorganized office next to the enourmous window. Shelves filled with books, records and a wardrobe filled with neutral and earthy tones. Near the bed i have some drawers, on top is something really important for me. A record player. Not just a simple one, it was my mom's that she left me right before her death. Till this day I have it. Not really sure why.

After I dressed up and got my coat, I headed out. The streets were filled with people. People too busy or too tired to raise their head, to look somewhere over the blocks of apartments, over the giant companies. The routine, the normal absorbed them.Not a smile, just thoughts and regrets. Near our block, there was a coffee owned by some elderly couple, Mr. and Mrs. Kimber. Their coffee shop was always filled with tourists, families, and some awkward couples on their first date.Partly attracted by their amazing coffee and cookies baked by Mrs.Kimber, I entered the shop. I immediately saw Gregor. Gregor worked as a waiter there. He was sweet, smart and always awkward near me. Mr. Kimber told me about his crush on me. He was cute but I was not in the mood of dating, not during my university years. 

I got myself a latte and a black coffee for Mr.Daniel. My friendship with Mr.Daniel started in the first year of university, I was curios about this old book shop. Words can not explain the feeling when I entered the shop. The smell of bitter coffee and dust practically invaded my nose. I approched the register. An old man,  dressed quite elegant for an untold event smiled and asked me about the book, manuscript or poem I was looking for. I didn't say anything just asked if it was ok to take a stroll, through what might be a tresurable portal for an imaginable land. The old shelves were filled with books of any kind. It might have been dusty but every book was sorted after their author and the year they were published. Time after my first meeting with Mr.Daniel I asked him why he kept them in this way. He told me that it reminded him of his wife that passed. The way he talked about her eyes, her voice, her unmeasurable  kindness, with such fondness and love made me realize that someone might talk the same about me. Love wouldn't be so hard to find, right?

I entered Mr. Daniel's shop.

"Mr. Daniel, it's me ,Evelyn. Are you here?" 

I didn't hear his response thinking he would be listening to his music in the back of the shop.

"Hello."

I got scared because of the unrecognizable voice.

"Oh, I'm so sorry i scared you."said the strange man. Dressed in all black suit with a brown beat up hand bag. He approached me.

"My name is Loki, might I ask a question?"  he said with a strong and defiant english accent.

"Of course. Might as well." I said as I placed my coat on the back of a chair.

"Do you work here?"

"Unfortunately not, I'm just really good friends with the owner Mr. Daniel, so I visit him often."

"Strange, he never mentioned such a beatiful lady like you."

I felt a blush creeping on my cheeks. Usually, I would ignore these kind of comments, especially from strangers. But this time was different, he seemed quite polite and kind and I have always liked a man with an accent. 

"Well, I unfortunately have to go. See you around, darling."  he said. Right before he stepped out of the shop, he winked at me. 

And there I stood, in the middle of the room, wondering If I am ever going to meet this man. Loki.

"Evelyn, is that you, dear?" I heard Mr. Daniel's voice from the back.

"..Huh, ah yes, it's me. I brought coffee."

Hello everyone! Welcome to the first actual chapter of this book. Please mind my mediocre writing skills. Love,KD.