here's an Ava/Odin 60's AU, and it goes on for a lot longer but I just trimmed it where I liked it and its a little rushed, I just wanted to put something out there right now

Ava/Odin

Ava swallowed nervously, looking to her left. Her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, the pink frill only visible on her dark red skirt that fluffed by her skinned knees. Her feet pointed toward each other uneasily, the black shoes shining oddly in the light. Her face was ducked into her collar, her crimson hair spilling over her shoulders.

Parallel to her was a young man, his black hair greased back with a single curl rebelling against the curve of his mane. He was adorned with a black leather jacket, studs gleaming brightly on his shoulders. His pants were as black as his coat, his sharp shoes with iron tops clicking the ground. The back of his jacket had the image of a spear tip surrounded in flames, the word "ARROW" printed in a fantastic lettering.

Ava would have dearly liked to run away, her fingers slowly closing around the spines of the books that she pressed to her chest, but the greaser's hands were on either side of her.

"Th-The name's Odin," he introduced to her, his deep voice making her swallow hard. "A-Also, my f-face is this way." Ava was still looking the other way, and when she forced herself to look into the face of her captor she was greeted by a pair of striking indigo eyes, softer than those she saw from the far side of the classroom.

"Ava," she squeaked back, wishing the brick wall behind her would swallow her up.

"I kn-know your name," he replied smoothly. His eyes seemed to flash in an odd way, like the luminescent pupils of a fox in the night. His left hand detached itself from the wall and he shuffled through his pockets, pulling out a cigarette and a match. He wedged the cigarette between his teeth, and with a jerk and the flick of his wrist he lit the match on the edge of his zipper before leaning his face forward into the match, shrinking the distance between the two of them.

Ava couldn't tell if she was breathing, the blush pumping up her cheeks so hard her face physically burned. She somehow found her words. "Then whyare you here?" To her credit, her voice didn't tremble, but that just seemed to spur Odin on more. He exhaled once, to his left, and the smoke wafted upwards in violet tendrils. He kept the cigarette between his fingers.

"Th-there's a bangin' p-party at Lacivi's tonight," he replied. His voice was smooth to the point that Ava didn't even notice his stutter. "In-Invitation only. Thought y-you'd like to come."

"Maggie Lacivi?" He nodded, leaning against his own shoulder to study her face. His expression was soft, so different from the sharp edged person she saw in the opposite corner of the classroom that put his feet up at his desk and sharpened his pencils with a knife. This Odin almost looked handsome, with his hair slicked back and his features yielding to the contrasting sunlight around his pale face. She had to look away, her eyes going down to her feet. "I… can't." She heard him inhale sharply. "I would like to," she continued hurriedly "but Maggie doesn't like me. She hasn't for a while."

"So?" He sounded lazily confident, like a cobra. Slow moving, but quick when he needed to be.

She somehow drew her face in closer to herself, Ava's chin touching her collarbone. "She'll hurt me if I go."

Suddenly, his hand was under her chin and pulling her face up to meet his. She hadn't realized how close he was until she could smell the oddly sweet smoke on his breath and the tang of his cologne. "Wh-What she doesn't kn-know won't h-hurt you." His hand was rough, calloused, but his fingers were gentle as they traced along her jaw-line and brought her face closer to his. She couldn't move her fingers so tight around the binding of her books that her nails bit into the covers.

A loud honk made Odin snap around to look at a jet black car adorned with wicked flames, the driver's two girls with leather jackets and tight skirts. "Hey buff," one of them called out "you can flirt with your bunny later, we've got trouble with the fuzz!" Odin cursed under his breath, and Ava found herself thanking the mystery Arrows for her lungs. She must have held her breath the entire time he was leaning into her.

"Wh-Which one of you f-finked to the police?" Both the girls pointed at each-other. He cursed again, muttering "Tr-Trouble twins, the both of them…" his gaze focused back onto Ava, and before she could say anything he slipped a card into the front of her dress, pecking a kiss on her cheek simultaneously. Ava squeaked, and she felt her hair go on end. "S-See youat the party."

He bolted for the car, where the two other Arrows were whooping loudly, and when he clambered inside, he gave a deep bow to Ava while they sped down the street, leaving a screeching noise in their wake and foul smelling smoke hissing from tire marks on the asphalt.

Ava stood there in a daze for a moment, blinking owlishly before scrambling to pull the card out of the front of her shirt. It read "Call me for a ride –Odin" and a phone number. She swallowed hard, sliding down the wall and patting her face to rub the blush away.