(y/n) - your name

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"Ok, can you explain to me why you barged into my room?" I sigh out as I walked out of my bathroom wearing some pj's.

"I wanted to know if you are coming to the festivities tonight." Loki asks as he sat on my bed, looking uninterested but I know he was faking.

"Of course I am. Thor asked me to join him." Loki narrowed his eyes at me at the mention of his brother.

"He asked you... Why?" I shrug and Loki grits his teeth. "Forget that oaf." he suddenly stands up and stalks towards me. "Attend the festivities with me instead." I blink up at him in surprise.

"What do you mean? With you? As in together? How are we going to go together when you have to pretend to be Odin?"

"Just answer if you will go with me. I will figure out the rest." Loki dodges my last question and I raise a brow at him.

"And why do you want me to go with you and not Thor?" I grin mischievously as Loki bristles under my question, crossing my arms over my chest. He quickly glances at me before looking away.

"If you do not wish to go with me, just say so-"

"-wait, no! Ok, ok. I would love to go with you. Plus this was a better invitation than Thor just sending maids to ask for him." Loki grins happily and I turn to change into the dress the god of thunder gave me, waving my hands as my powers tickle over me and changing my clothes. I turn to face the mirror, noticing Loki's look of utter disgust and distaste of my dress behind me as he scrunched his nose rather cutely.

"What are you wearing?"

"A dress Thor gave to me apparently." I was about to magic up my hair in an updo when Loki grabs my hand to stop me. He slowly walks around me, dragging a finger around my body as a green aura surrounded me. I blink in surprise as the colour and design of the dress changes entirely, Loki standing behind me.

The dress was now a long lilac green gown made from the most softest material of silk and velvet with a lace cape that was attached to a beaded choker. The corset reminded me of the leaves of a water lily, rough but elegantly decorated with gems and sequence around the edges. There was even a belt accentuating the corset.

The dress was more revealing and I was a bit self-conscious about my arms that still had the very faded streaks on them. They didn't disappear completely, like my other multiple wounds and scars that decorated my skin.

I suck in a light breath, feeling his hands hold my bare arms as he rested his head on my shoulder. "Green is a more ravishing colour on you." a shiver runs down my spine as Loki gently traced his hands down my bare arms, moving down to hold my waist as he stared at me in the mirror in front of us.

"It's a beautiful dress Loki, but the streaks..." I frown and try to cover them and he stands in front of me.

"You shouldn't have to hide them. They are a symbol of your strength and your power. You should not be ashamed of them." I shudder as Loki traced a single streak from my arm up against my collarbone then to my neck, moving my hair back to admire me. "There's something missing..." Loki flicks my forehead gently and I huff out.

"What was that for?" I suddenly feel something form on my head, a cold metal sitting on top of my hair and I peek over Loki's shoulder to see a flower crown sitting on my head. He brushes my hair back away from my cheeks softly, his powers wisping through my hair as it curls, a few braids and other flowers appearing in my hair.

"Now you're ready." My heart jumps at how Loki looked at me, his hand caressing my cheek softly.

"You really do have an eye for these things." I stutter lightly and Loki smiles at me gently, his eyes flitting over me. "So I guess I'll see you later at the celebration?" he nods and lets me go to let me continue to get ready, leaving my bedroom.

Did Loki just ask me out!?

Like on a date, or an equivalent of an Asgardian date!?

Wait, does he even know what a date is?

I nervously hide behind a pillar as the celebrations proceed behind me, peeking over to see the large group of people either dancing, chatting or eating at the buffet table.

Why am I so nervous all of a sudden?

I look over the crowd and look at the throne to see Loki. As in Loki himself in all his green and black glory of his royal suit, wearing his golden horned crown but I knew he was holding up the Odin illusion for everyone else but me. His eyes scan the crowd and I quickly duck, flushing at how handsome he looked.

Jesus Christ (y/n), come the fuck down.

"Lady (y/n)! You arrived!" I jump and look up to see Thor walk up to me. If he noticed the dress change, he didn't say anything about it as he just beamed at me.

"Yeah, I didn't want to miss out on tonight... but this is a lot."

"Don't worry Lady (y/n), just stick with me and all will be fine." I nod and Thor holds up his arm to have mine link with his before he walks out.

The crowd stop and turns around to greet the prince of Asgard and I freeze under the multiple pairs of eyes. I look up at Loki as he tilts his head up slightly, heat swarms over my body at his authoritative glance as Thor and I bow before him.

"I'm just going to go get something to drink." I point to the caterers serving drinks and food to the citizens. Thor nods and I walk off, going straight for the alcohol. "What is the strongest drink you have here?" The young man blinks at me in surprise and hands me a glass but I signal for another one before downing both glasses.

I sigh at the heat, feeling the effects straight away as the music washes over me. The beat thrums through my body and I look over as a group of girls started dancing in a circle. I clapped along with the beat, tapping my foot happily when someone suddenly grabbed my hand and I get dragged into the middle.

We turned in a circle as we held hands, spinning each other beneath our arms as the music increased in tempo. I giggle as I get spun around, more girls soon joining us and we all danced in a circle while the crowd clapped for us. I spun in the middle, feeling exhilarated as I just spun, letting my dress fan out around me as I raised my hands and let out a whoop in joy.

I breathe out as I stop dancing, the other girls still circling around me as I stare up at Loki who had an unrecognisable and hooded look in his eyes. I smiled sheepishly at him as he stood up and walked down the steps towards me. I feel my cheeks heat up as he bent down to hold my hand, kissing the back of it.

"May I have this opportunity to be your first dance?" Loki asks and I nod, his powers washing over us as he leads us to the middle of the dance floor. I suck in my breath as Loki pulls me close to him, his arm around my waist as he leads us to a slow waltz. I relax in his arms quickly, dancing side by side as he held me close, resting his head on top of mine. "You look beautiful tonight (y/n)."

"You don't look too bad yourself either." I chuckle lightly, still trying to calm down my racing heartbeat at how handsome and godly Loki looked right now.

"Thank you darling." Loki suddenly spins me around beneath his arm before we danced around together against the crowd as they took a couple of steps back.

"How are you here, with me?" I whisper as the crowd looks at us in awe.

"I can do many things (y/n). I can hold an illusion of Odin on his throne and change my appearance of a man just to be able to dance with you." Loki whispers against my ear, suddenly picking me up and turning me around before setting me down on my feet. I was caught by surprise and Loki chuckles softly, the music coming to a slow stop. "Come with me." Loki suddenly drags me away from the celebration, leading us down to an open balcony.

"What's wrong?" He closes the doors quietly before walking over to me as I look up at him, eyes widening as he holds my cheek.

"I meant what I said (y/n), you truly are beautiful tonight." Loki looks over at me softly, tucking my hair away.

"L-Loki, what's going on?" I ask, feeling my heart racing as he suddenly leans his face down closer to me.

"What do you feel about me?" he asks and my mind runs amuck with memories filled with just Loki. He grins happily, his other hand holding my waist tightly and pulling me close to his chest. "(y/n), will you allow me to court you?" I look at Loki in absolute shock.