He had been determined not to like her. He was usually determined not to like people, and it was easy for him. He always prefered to be alone, and this smalltown in Maine offered the chance for him to hide in plain sight. He might be an infamous actor in a different country, but Americans did not exactly bingewatch Scandinavian TV.
He had been prepared to live a somewhat quiet life, if it wasn’t for the girl living next door. He had told his Assisstant back home to buy him a house – and she had ended up buying him half of one. Semi-detached buildings were one of the stupidest invention mankind had ever come up with, in his opinion.
And for the very fact that she dared to live next to him, he was determined to dislike her. He didn’t even need to see her for that. That was, until one evening, he heard her.
Loki froze in his tracks when a beautiful rendition of “Peer Gynt’s” Act I for the piano carried through the thin wall between their house-parts. Loki sat infront of his own door and listened with eyes closed for a good hour. He didn’t want to, but he found himself regretting when the first Act was over and the music didn’t continue.
Act II followed the same time the next day, and Loki found himself planning his days around the hour of music from next door. They were the only light moments in otherwise dark days.
And then one night, after an angry phone-call from his so-called brother lead to him emptying three bottles of wine on his own, Loki slipped a note through under the door. A request for a particular song. And a few minutes later, the girl next door delivered.
It was the start of something very strange, but also strangely magical.