Okay, so here I am with another story. I'm so sorry, guys! You see, I'm trying really hard to update Interview: Bleach Pairings! However, I seemed to have lost my Bleach muse, and I blame The Avengers and Thor! Sorry, but I have this big Avengers/Thor muse, and I need to get it out of my system. Hopefully, after all of it is used up on my Loki, things will lighten up a bit!

Anyways, the main female character is actually based on a girl I know by the name of Celeste. She's really cool, and my idea was born from her. I will not reveal any deep, personal conflictions, but just enough so you can connect with her persona. I hope you enjoy the story. It won't be a long one, just enough to get Loki out of my head. Ha, ha! Loki, you troublemaker! I love you, sweetheart.

Chapter 1

Darkness.

Loki saw it surround him, felt it suffocating him. He had no complaint; he was used to it. He had lived in it all his life. He closed his eyes, letting himself fall into the dark void…

…

Celeste Garnier pushed through the throng of people, trying to reach her suitcase. However, no matter how hard she tried to grasp the handle, people would push, limbs would be tangled, and she would watch in silent sadness as her suitcase disappeared again. Sighing, she tucked a stray strand of light, brown hair behind her ear. Her glasses became slightly askew, but she had to win this, she just had to.

Celeste was the last one to retrieve her belongings.

Sighing, she made her way out of the building, hoping her father was already waiting for her. Before going through the double, sliding doors, she stopped and studied her reflection. Her skin was slightly pale, her large, amber colored eyes hid behind thick, rimmed glasses. Her nose was slightly runny due to her allergies, and her long hair was already in a messy ponytail; the usual.

She took her out her cell phone, nearly dropping it, and checked for calls. Nothing. She rubbed her eyes in slight frustration. He told her he'd be there, then again, why should she believe in her father's word? After two years, you'd think she learned her lesson by now.

Celeste took off her windbreaker; Texas heat was horrible during the summer. She was already starting to miss the cool breeze of New York…

Her cell phone began to vibrate. Fumbling through her windbreaker, she dug it out and saw the name. Olivia.

Figures.

"Hello?"

"Celeste, are you coming out, or do you want me to go in there and find you?" Her sister drawled from the other end. Celeste slightly rolled her eyes, but allowed herself a smile.

"I'm here. Where's Father? He couldn't make it, I see?" She asked, trying not to let the disappointment seep into her voice. Again, she should be used to this by now.

Olivia scoffed. "Are you surprised? Hurry up, I want to get out of here."

"Alright, my dear, I'm on my way." She quickly ended the call, took hold of her suitcase again, and made her way outside.

Almost immediately, she was hit with the hot air, nearly choking her. She awkwardly stood there, searching for any sign of Olivia. Celeste took in her surroundings and chewed the inside of her cheek. Nothing has changed, nothing will ever change. Texas will always be Texas. It wasn't home, it will never be home…

France. Paris…

"Je tiens à retourner à la maison…" Celeste sighed.

She looked up and saw a familiar, black suburban come into view. The window slid down, and Olivia poked her head out, smirking at her behind sunglasses. "Toss that in the back and let's go, Celeste. I'm hungry." Olivia nodded towards the back.

"Oui. It's nice to see you, too." Celeste beamed, quickly opening the back and placing her suitcase against the side. She reached the passenger side, closing the door, and tossed her arms around Olivia.

"I'm so glad you're home, Celeste." Olivia smiled, returning the embrace. She pulled back and Celeste studied her sister.

Olivia was eighteen, only two years younger than Celeste, and very different. Olivia had soft, black hair, which she dyed. Her eyes were a light green, and her skin a little darker, due to the Texas sun. They didn't resemble each other in the slightest, nor did they have the same personality. Where Celeste was soft spoken, and well mannered, Olivia was opinionated, blunt, and somewhat rash. However, Celeste didn't care that they were so different, it's what made them unique, and she loved Olivia, despite the new nose piercing.

After pulling out of the airport, they talked about a variety of things. There was nothing that was left unsaid. Olivia asked about her sister's life in New York, and Celeste asked Olivia about Texas. Nothing new, of course, Celeste already knew that. It's not that she had anything against Texas, it just that, well, it wasn't home. Nothing will ever replace France. Nothing.

"So…" Olivia finally said, after a few seconds of silence. Celeste turned away from the window in order to face her little sister.

"Oui?"

Olivia sighed and looked at her sister pointedly. "Have you told Father you were kicked out of Juilliard?"

Celeste tensed. This was the topic she was trying to put off. Of course, with Olivia, no topic ever went untouched if it interested her. "Non." She sighed. "I don't have the heart to tell Father…"

It was something she could help…

Three years ago, tragedy fell upon her family. Her mother died of cancer, it was slow, painful, and shattered them to pieces. How could they cope? It was like their life was sucked out of them, their hearts torn to shreds.

Her father succumbed deeper into the despair than both Celeste and Olivia combined. He was a great man, funny, proud, loving, but the death of the woman he loved changed him. It was as if the light left his eyes, leaving behind bottomless pits of nothing. Whatever connection they had with their father, it broke. It broke the moment their mother took her last breath. It was no use, he shut them out completely.

He tried to distract himself with his work, and for a year, they grew apart, farther with each day. Just when Celeste thought things couldn't get worse, he gave them the news…

They were leaving France.

It had been a shock, and there were arguments, mostly between Olivia and her father. Olivia accused him of ruining their lives, of running away from his problems. Celeste knew, she knew very well what he was doing. Father was running away, from Mother, from home, from her memory…

Two years later, they were living in Texas, one big state, with different customs and lifestyles. Nothing like France.

"He has to find out, Celeste, eventually." Olivia told her, removing her sunglasses to look at her sister straight in the eye.

"And tell Father what, Olivia? That the main reason I can no longer be in Juilliard was because I lost my inspiration? I tried, for Father, to continue, but I cannot. I cannot, Olivia. It is as if music herself has abandoned me. I sit before a piano, and I hear nothing, my heart is dead, my soul is silent. I see nothing but keys." She sighed, closing her eyes. "My violin feels like a stranger, I cannot…I cannot…" Celeste tried to hold back her tears.

"Hey…" Olivia said quietly, reaching out to touch her sister's arm. "Have a little faith. Remember what Mother would always say?"

Celeste's heart gave a sad flutter. "Oui. Anges viennent à l'aide de ceux qui espèrent.."

"Yeah." Olivia gave her a small smile. "Angels come to the aid of those who hope."

…

Celeste stood at the small balcony of their large, spacious house. It was a little too much, a house that size for only three people, well, two since her father was hardly there. The small breeze caught her unawares, making her shudder slightly. It was a cool night. She stared down at the pool, the water reflecting the moon. She looked up at the sky, the stars gazing back down at her.

There was a small advantage of living in Texas; the stars were always visible.

"Mother…" Celeste sighed, taking off her glasses. "Help me, please. I know you asked me to be strong, but you know very well that I too need a pillar to lean on. I'm struggling, Mother…" She spoke quietly to the stars. "Please, I need your guidance…I am at a loss…" She looked down at the pool.

That's when she saw it.

A shadow, falling…from the sky…?

Celeste gave a shriek as she heard it hit the water with a loud splash. Her vision was horrible, so she couldn't make out what it was. She heard Olivia sprinting towards her from inside as Celeste struggled to put on her glasses due to her shaky hands.

"Celeste, what the hell was that?" Olivia cried in worry, rushing onto the balcony. Celeste stared down at the pool in horror. She couldn't put it into words, so she merely pointed. Olivia's eyes followed the direction in which Celeste was pointing.

Her eyes went slightly wide as she spotted the body. "Oh my God!" She dashed inside. Celeste finally regained composure and dizzily followed Olivia down the stairs.

The sky…

The body fell from the sky.

Olivia burst through the back door, her black hair whipping in the breeze. "We have to get them out of there! Help me, Celeste!" Olivia kicked off her slippers didn't think twice before jumping into the pool.

"Olivia…!" Celeste cried. Olivia swam towards the body, grabbing the person from around the torso.

"Celeste, quick, try to pull him out!"

Him…?

Celeste didn't stop to think as she reached out towards them. She caught sight of his pale skin, his black hair. Olivia pushed him towards the edge and Celeste grabbed him from underneath his arms. "Pull him back, Celeste." Olivia said, trying to push him out from the pool. Celeste nearly slipped on the pavement, but didn't lose her grip. She heaved him out, sprawling with him.

"He's not breathing!" Olivia cried, scrambling out of pool. Sure enough, he wasn't. His skin was dangerously pale, his eyes closed. He was so…handsome…

Celeste dragged herself away from him, and positioned herself over him.

"Don't die…" She whispered, placing her lips against his.

Don't worry, Loki lovers! More Loki in the next chapter!