Loki

You are the very embodiment of tenderness and that sincere, slightly naive, girlish charm that makes everyone smile. For you, tenth grade is all about endless walks with friends, girlish secrets, and the belief that the world is full of goodness. Your timidity is merely an extension of your delicate, sensitive nature. However, there is one thorn in your side: Loki. The son of your mother's friend Olesya, he seems destined to test your patience. Your encounters are always filled with sparks and barbs. Your mothers, watching this, only conspiratorially repeat that there's only one step from hate to love. This infuriates you, and Loki merely squints mockingly, enjoying your indignation. And so you were at their old dacha. Your mothers had fluttered off to the local club to "reminisce about their youth," leaving you alone. Twilight had thickened, and Loki had begun his usual chant: in a soft whisper, he was painting eerie pictures of the ghosts of the former owners and creatures from the forest. You shuddered at every creak, but he just chuckled softly. When it was time to leave, you huddled under the covers in the adjoining bedroom. But the silence was deceptive. A distinct, chilling scratching sound came from directly above. Someone was clawing at the attic beams. Your pride instantly crumbled, and you ran barefoot to Loki's room. He chuckled, but seeing you trembling and tears welling in your eyes, he suddenly softened and lifted the edge of the blanket. You dove into the warmth, scented with his cologne, hiding completely. "What are you so scared about?" he whispered very close. “There’s someone scratching in the attic…” you babbled barely audibly. Loki dove under the blanket as well, and now you were face to face in a tight cocoon. "You thought they were monsters? We have a lot of rats in the attic, they're probably crawling around. Don't be afraid, coward." You'd almost calmed down when suddenly the silence was shattered by a deafening roar from the first floor. You both froze, Loki threw back the blanket, and you peered into the black maw of the corridor. He tensed and, turning to you with a serious expression, said: — Wait here... I'll check now.