you have known Loki Laufeyson since you were first born, your birthday is exactly 2 months after his,
same time, same day, same year, different month. Since you were young he has been your best friend, Thor was your friend too but you and Loki, you...
after your little scene in the garden you couldn't get his words out of your head,
my little dancer...
your heart flutters at the thought of dancing with him, you had done it last year and were completely fine but this year was different, over the past year your feelings for him had only grown stronger, you looked at the clock, it was February 16th 11:25 PM, you got ready into your best clothes, this is what you chose;
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you let your hair fall naturally because you love it when Loki brushes his fingers through it, the heels are pure gold and easy to dance in and the dress, the dress is your favorite part, you already have the body for it so you don't have to wear a corset with it and it comes off easily meaning you don't need to spend half an hour trying to get into your nightgown.
you make your way to the garden as the snow begins to fall, you love the snow and the cold you always have, even though it makes you shiver and your lips turn blue. as you go push through the rose bush you see Loki sitting on the bench awaiting your arrival, the second he sees you he gazes at you in awe, he has never seen you wearing your hair down without a corset and by the look on his face, he seems to like it,
you step into the center of the garden where the moon always shines and the clock strikes midnight, the music starts and he pulls you close, his hands sitting softly on your waist and your head on his shoulder, you dance in silence for an hour as the music plays sweetly in the background, your feet are practically in sync as you moved across the grass, he twirls you round as the snow falls into your hair,
when you finally end the dance you meet his emerald green eyes as he seems to be looking into yours, your concentration moves to his lips, they look so soft and smooth, he notices where your eyes are and he cups your face in his hands, slowly he pulls you in towards him and kisses you, the second your lips touched your soul had left your body, one of his hands on your face and the other remaining on your waist, you pull away after a few moments of kissing and can see the smirk that has surfaced on his face, he takes you by the waist and lifts you so that your head is at level with his and whispers in your ear,
"Happy Birthday my little dancer"
you notice your feet are barely touching the floor and it just occurs to you that he is much taller than you thought, as he holds your face close to his you can feel the warmth of his breath on your neck as he breathes, he places you down and you feel a sudden rush of cold,
he notices this and picks you up in a bridal fashion as he walks you to his chambers, he lays you on his bed and pulls the duvet over your shoulders, you feel instantly warmed up when you suddenly realize the time, its 4AM, you kiss Loki one last time before rushing back to your chambers to get some sleep.
