You purposely ignored Odin's many requests to make your way to the ball, much to the annoyance of Helga.

You tried to postpone your attendance as much as possible but after the third request came through sounding more like a warning, you felt your luck was maxed out.

You nervously walked down the even more elaborately decorated halls that exhibited Odins extreme wealth

An excuse was ready should you be scolded by Odin, hoping he'd excuse your lateness if he believed that it was Midgardian tradition to be fashionably late to the ball.

Your nervousness began to fade seeing a familiar God wait for you near the entrance of the grand hall, ready to escort you in.

As you approached, his eyes were struck on your form, they travelled the full length of your body before settling on your face.

Thor's eyes grew wide "Loki will definitely not approve of that dress Sister. I feel the need to use my cape to cover you on his behalf" he says, trying hard to keep his eyes averted to anywhere but your overly exposed body.

"Well. It was your fathers terrible choice. Blame him" you say, feeling even more irked by Odin's choice of dress.

Thor saw you becoming irritated, and quickly linked arms with you. His touch soothing you.

"Calm Sister, let the realms see you with your head held high. Don't allow them to see you sad and annoyed. Be the Goddess we see you as, and the Queen Loki holds in his heart"

You smile, thinking of Loki, and before the golden doors fully opened you leaned into Thor.

"Don't forget the plan Thor"

"How can I, you've repeated it so many times that it's ingrained into my brain" he laughs

"Well good. But stay away from the ale, otherwise all my hard work of making you remember will be completely eradicated"

Thor stopped and looked at you as though you just said something inconceivable. His face shocked.

You narrow your eyes "I mean it Thor, no ale!"

Thor scrunched his brows and pouted like a disobedient child who was just sent to the naughty corner.

"Fine" he says lowly "but I'm drinking as soon as you break Loki from his cell, and I will not stop until I've lost use of my legs!" He says stubbornly

You chuckle, not having the heart to tell him that Meddie would indeed put a stop to his drinking session well before he started swaying. 

You continued your stride, hearing the music boom as Thor and you walked with linked arms through the glistening doors and into the great hall.

The melody suddenly lowered in volume as everyone's gaze turned to you. At that moment hundreds of eyes beamed up at you from your higher position on the top of golden steps.

Thor gently squeezed your arm reassuringly, when he felt you tremble slightly. You were grateful to Thor for being by your side, his large muscled arms holding you up as you begin to descend the steps.

As you walk past the crowds you hear gasps and whispering, and as you turn in the direction of the sound their faces smiled at you. Some genuine, whilst others were clearly a forced smile.

You remembered Thor's words, and held your head high as you strutted arm in arm with your comforting brother. Both of you stopping when you reached King Odin and Queen Frigga.

Odin beamed a triumphant smile seeing you wear his dress, yet you kept a straight face, remaining expressionless until Queen Frigga brought you into an embrace.

"My dear, you look simply ravishing" she says with sincerity

"I do?" you ask skeptical

"Of course, I told you, you could wear a burlap sack and still look every bit as gorgeous, if only Loki was here to see you in it" she says, with a wink.

You look at her curiously, you didn't tell her about your plan to help Loki escape but somehow you sensed she knew.

Your eyes grew wide realising she could only know because of one person, you turned to Thor who looked longingly at the table full of mead.

He could sense your heated stare on the back of his neck, he turned around and caught your eye.

Your accusing eyes flitted to Thor and then back to Frigga, his nervous smile told you he knew exactly what you were implying.

He looked at you pleadingly before mouthing I'm sorry in silence.

You remind yourself not to hatch a plan with Thor ever again, you were glad it was only Queen Frigga he spilled the beans too.

But it didn't matter, Frigga was always against Loki missing the ball. She was happy you concocted a plan.

The night went on jovially, and for a couple of hours you were passed around, and paraded throughout the hall, introduced to every realm leader.

At times you felt queasy, nausea hitting hard as you were showed off as Odin's new prodigy. But other times it was a nice experience, getting to meet interesting beings like that from your book was an enjoyable highlight to your evening.

Odin keeping you busy was in a way good, because Prince Beren's eyes had not left your form all evening.

A few times you looked back from curiosity, and saw him turn away obvious advances from beautiful women. His gaze immediately locking onto yours after he dismissed them.

It surprised you, and slightly unnerved you. He knew you were Loki's, yet he looked at you as though you were his, his eyes showing jealousy when you were talking too long with interesting characters from other realms.

Odin's parading was slowing down, and Prince Beren was inching closer and closer ready to grasp you to the dance floor.

You kept your visual on Beren all the time, yet remained inconspicuous, never allowing him to notice you keep a watch.

You observing him meant you knew where to go to avoid him, always delicately guiding Odin in the opposite direction of Beren.

You all of a sudden found yourself alone, Odin was preoccupied with conversing with the King of Vanaheim. You dart your eyes around trying to find Beren, but you'd already lost sight of him.

You're suddenly frozen on the spot when a noble man approached you, glaring at you fiercely.

You sensed his demeanour didn't like you. You wondered why, until he pushed forth his hesitant daughter.

A flash memory jolted into your head, suddenly remembering clips of a pastry shop, her face and then a castle.

You smile internally as you begin to remember Loki's castle, short scenes replay in your mind remembering that wonderful day.

You grinned wide recognising her face, suddenly knowing why her father glared at you, and why she was so hesitant to approach you.

"Well hello there, nice to see you again" you say smugly, remembering the last time you saw this nasty bitch was at the pastry shop before going to Loki's castle.

She and another rancid cow was gossiping about you, insulting you and Fenrir until you put her in her place, slapping her plain face before leaving with Loki.

What's this bitch doing at the ball?

"Well hello there  is not the proper way to address a noble lady. My daughter may not be a goddess or princess but we are stately people, maybe you should attend some classes on royal etiquette, as your simple mortal background still comes through, making it very hard to see you as anything but a meek mortal from a bottom realm. A realm so low, the All-Father himself refuses to associate with. Midgardians, forever the peasants in the eyes of the King"

You stood shocked, angered by his words, about to reply with a nasty contort when you suddenly felt a heated body move up against your back.

The noble man's eyes suddenly gazed to the person behind you, a nervous fear washing over him.

"Lord Pewster, and Lady Kiera, fancy seeing you here"

The noble man name Pewster immediately stood upright, forcefully sucking in his round gut in the presence of Prince Beren.

Kiera, his daughter looked longingly at Beren, wishing it was her he pressed up against not you.

"Good evening Prince Beren, always a pleasure to see you. You've not seen my daughter for quite some time, she's truly grown into a leading lady, and into a beauty" Pewster shoved his daughter in front, as though putting her on display for Beren to gawk at, hoping he'd like what he saw. 

Beren didn't even gaze upon Keira, his eyes were too busy staring at you with a sideward glance, pushing his chest muscles into you further, allowing you to feel his flex.

"Tell me Pewster, how much money did you pay to gain entry at this prestigious ball tonight. I heard you sold a large estate just to afford the bribe" he smirked, further insulting him by not addressing him with his Lord title.

You saw Lord Pewster's expression morph into horror stricken embarrassment, his round cheeks resembling a baboons ass. His daughter looked at him in shock, clearly unaware they bought their way inside this ball.

You tried, tried your hardest to hold in the conceited laugh but the image of a baboons bright red rear kept popping into your head.

You shamefully howled out a laugh, causing Prince Beren to chuckle, amused by the loud noise that escaped your small frame.

"Father! Is that true?" Kiera immediately questioned, embarrassed

Her father still stunned, didn't reply.

"The truth be told Lady Kiera, is that you're not in fact a Lady, as such noble titles cannot be bought. Yet, your father not happy with a life of fortune, a fortune he gained only by a corrupt nature exploited his way into nobility. You're in-fact, mere peasants by birth. Your family is full of hypocrites, yet you have the audacity to talk to this divine Goddess with insulting words"

Pewster's expression was completely mortified and tears welled within Kiera's eyes. At that point you felt sorry for her.

She locked gaze with you, her face at first ashamed, then angry.

"Do not pity me! at least I don't give my body to a savage monster!" She glared, before turning around and storming off through the crowds.

Lord Pewster bowed his head ashamed before turning to run after his daughter. But before he could turn fully around, Beren called after him.

"Do teach your child proper etiquette when speaking to a future Queen" he says coolly, waving his hand to dismiss him.

Before you could properly gather yourself after that heated encounter you felt fingers graze the nape of your neck, delicately touching the chain of your new necklace.

"Helga was right, you're a vision in your dress, and the necklace complements every part of it"

Prince Beren kept his tone low, uttering the words directly in your ear.

You turned around slowly, and he stepped closer, a gap barely between you both.

His head turned downwards, looking at your breasts that were so easily seen in your revealing dress, his eyes tracing over the curves of your exposed cleavage.

You hear him exhale a stuttered breath, as his desire for you surged.

"Princess, do you even know how many Royal men desire you this evening. I can guarantee not one would turn down a chance to spend just one evening with you, myself included"

Your heart pounded fast feeling his hand lightly touch your waist, he smiled seeing your bosoms rise and fall from your now laboured breathing.

"It's a shame Loki couldn't attend, his childish manner towards his father has got him into trouble yet again. I fear he will never grow from a boy to a man"

You kept your head lowered, not wanting to look into his eyes. But you feel his fingertips lightly graze your chin, moving it up so he could gaze in the sea of your eyes.

You hear his words and his insults towards Loki yet you somehow couldn't put words together to reply, your mind was too fuzzy, your body compelled to stay rooted in place next to him.

"You need a man my precious, not a boy, not a mischief maker, but a King. Because you my dear, are meant to be a Queen. Do you feel it, feel the warmth of true royalty run through your Godly veins, I can make you a Queen, My Queen"

He trailed his hands delicately down the sides of your neck, until his fingers caressed the blue gems of the necklace.

As soon as he touched it you felt a heat travel through your body, you gasp as the pleasureful warmth reached your core, igniting an unwilled desire inside you.

You suddenly saw Beren in a new light, the jolts of pleasure that was now tingling your aroused clit made you somehow desire him.

Your body wanted him, yet your mind contradicted your body's desires, it screamed at you from deep within, ringing the alarm bells loud.

"There's a lavish bedroom ready and waiting for us, I'll make you scream out in unimaginable pleasure. Will you take my hand and go with me?"

Beren tapped on your necklace once more, further igniting a strong yearning all around you, your conflicting mind that tried to sway you from your unwilled desire was now overshadowed completely by your body's supercharged need for him. 

He smiled seeing your eyes turn hungry, your expression drunk on lust. He held out his hand, waiting for you to take it.

You knew deep down allowing him to take your hand meant you'd be whisked away to a private room where hardcore debauchery would take place.

A room made for royals to engage in excessive and likely sickening acts of sexually pleasures. Yet, you couldn't stop your hand rising up. As though you were being controlled.

Just as you were about to unwillingly give yourself to him, and place your hand inside his palm, you felt a sudden jolt hit your barely covered ass from behind.

You shrieked from the sudden pain, it felt like the tails of a whip had whipped your ass cheek. You still felt the sting.

The sudden pain broke your hypnotic trance, making you turn around about to lash out on the person you thought had slapped your ass with force.

Yet, the crowds were conversing amongst themselves, there was no obvious person who stood out that could've done it without being seen by Beren.

"Princess, shall we?" Beren says, eager to take you away to a more private setting, confused how you broke from his control.

Your mind didn't remember the daze or the controlling hold he had on your body.

"Shall we what?" you ask, confused

"Go to a private chambers"

You look at him oddly "Um, no, I don't think so. Please excuse me"

You walk away, irked that he would invite you to a room alone.

You scanned the room looking for the culprit, feeling desperate to rub your pained plump cheek as you looked around, yet you held off.

You didn't want anyone to see the lewd act of caressing your ass. Your dress already made you look like an expensive harlot.

You suddenly sensed someone stare at you from behind, like daggers, their eyes were piercing.

Your heart quickened, feeling their aura stare you down, your stomach balled into anxious knots as you slowly turned around.

Your eye caught a glimpse of a figure dressed in all black, his face hidden under a cloak. You could tell he was staring, even without seeing his features.

More nausea hit you, feeling a dire need to expel the sweet pastries from your stomach.

You looked to the floor and inhaled a deep breath whilst holding your sides, your breathing exercise holding off your need to vomit.

Once you felt composed you gazed back towards the hooded figure, but he was gone. Out of sight.

Free from Odin's grasp and Beren's clutches you quickly dart to the empty balcony.

You hold onto the edge and look up at the night sky. You've never seen the moon look so big, it seemed so close you felt as though you could touch it.

The brightness lit up the palace entirely, you could almost mistake it for sunlight.

Your mind suddenly wondered about the immense feeling you felt inside the ball, and the obvious jolt of magic that hit your ass.

You knew it wasn't caused by Beren, this strong emotion was caused by someone else.

You turned around and gazed into the busy hall from the edge of the balcony, feeling slightly reluctant to go back in.

"Well look who it is, how did Odin's precious puzzle piece escape his side?"

You spun around and saw Huggin, perched on the balcony edge, his black wings neatly by his side. His face that of a raven.

You smile relieved "and where have you been? I haven't seen you all night" you exclaim

"Oh you know, just dancing the night away Flower"

"Have you!" you say surprised

Huggin chuckled "no, sadly not. I've been on patrol, I'm on duty by orders of Odin"

You looked at Huggin sad, "I'm sorry, that's pretty crappy of him"

"Ah that's okay, it means I can keep the palace safe. Which means I keep you safe"

"You don't need to do that, but I appreciate it Huggin" you say, giving his feathery face a peck on the cheek.

Huggin dispersed his raven head revealing his human form. He stared at you in surprise.

"You've never kissed my raven form before. I thought perhaps you were repulsed by it"

"Repulsed!... oh Huggin, nothing about you is repulsive. I don't think you no how handsome you are, you really need more self confidence. You're truly amazing"

Huggin blushed as you both smiled together.

"I've noticed you've avoided dancing with Princes and Kings all night. Does this have something to do with Loki?" He queried

"You really are observant Huggin" you smile. "Yes, I plan on having my first dance with my beloved, with Loki"

Huggin smirked, "so it's true then, you plan to release Loki somehow"

You looked at him shocked "how did you no!"

"Thor talks loud, and my raven hearing picks up the slightest of whispers" he chuckles

You rolled your eyes, of course it was Thor, the bloody oaf.

"I'm just waiting for the signal from Thor and then I make my daring escape, me escaping Odins grasp and Loki escaping the confides of a cell"

"Well should you succeed, and after you've danced with Loki, may I request a dance Flower" he asked nervously

"I look forward to it Huggin" you smiled

Suddenly you hear commotion coming from within the great hall. It was your sign from Thor.

You quickly dart inside, and manoeuvre around people who now stare at a pretend drunk Thor, who  sways as he shows off his mighty hammer.

He shoots sparks of electricity from the end of it while holding an empty ale cup.

You could tell his act was fake, because he was talking without slurred words. The real drunkard in him usually mixes up his words and is unable to keep his eyes focussed.

You could see he was enjoying having the attention of the crowd, sometimes forgetting he was meant to play drunk.

You suddenly stop and hide behind a pillar, Prince Beren wasn't falling for Thor's hammer display. He scanned the room, intently looking for you.

Shit

You were stuck behind the pillar wasting precious time, Odin had already alerted the guards on the door to help apprehend Thor to a more quiet area until the drink supposedly subsided.

Your anger suddenly bubbled, hating that good time was lost.

"Need help flower?"

Before you could even smile at Huggin, he had already reacted, wrapping his large wings around you, and completely concealing your body.

You stood in darkness while his wings hid your body like a cloak. Your feet began to forcefully move as Huggin walked through the crowd, strutting past guards and guests with ease. Even Odin didn't bat an eye, believing his raven was patrolling, and keeping the hall safe.

Once fully out of the great hall, and near the dungeons Huggin released you.

You were hot and bothered, being entrapped within his wings was like a sauna.

"Well that was an experience I shall never forget!" you say, grinning from ear to ear

"I hope it was as good for you, as it was for me" he winks provocatively

You both laugh before you separate, Huggin going back to address the situation with Thor while you walk towards the dungeons.