Loki x reader (18+). Angst, mature language, smut, violence.
~You swore you wouldn't fall for him, you were sure it wasn't even possible. He's evil personified,
incapable of loving another soul. Evil, maybe. But unlovable, certain...
You choose a gown for the banquet, deciding on a more modern one. It's a gorgeous royal blue velvet ballgown. They really know how to make a good dress on Asgard.
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Sanna helps you with your hair, and you leave the room. The heels are already hurting your feet, you don't know how you're going to last the night in them.
You make your way down the stairs, heading to the banquet hall. Now this, this is a feast. The room is filled with Asgardian soldiers, and one of them looks very similar to depictions of the fierce warrior Lady Sif. No, it's definitely her.
You take a seat beside Thor, knowing you're bound to have fun with him. And also because you want to be introduced to his friends. Mainly the latter.
"Who is this beautiful dame seated beside me," a blonde haired man sits down beside you, and kisses your hand.
"I'm pretty sure the seats were not assigned," you reply.
"All because I wanted the opportunity to be with you," you almost gag at his overtly flirtatious nature.
"And the name of the man who may possibly be stalking me is," you joke, and he realises you haven't been all that charmed by him.
"Fandral, not a stalker, and you are," he inquires.
"Y/N, not afraid to whoop your arse," you say smiling at him, making him crack up in laughter.
"Thor, I like this one. She's feisty."
"You got that part right. Unluckily for you, I don't know if she shares your affection," Thor replies to Fandral.
"You have most certainly lived up to your provocative description in legends," you tease, "It's nothing against you Fandral, my heart is just occupied by another," you whisper to him.
"By another, and which lucky man is that."
"Oh, you wouldn't know him," you reply, a much safer option than having to explain the whole 'it's complicated' situation between you and the prince.
You chat to The Warriors Three, and Lady Sif, who was definitely a lot more charming than Fandral. You noticed her and Thor stealing glances at each other throughout the meal, there's something between them for sure. People start getting up from their seats, and heading to the ballroom to dance.
"Are you coming Y/N?" Sif asks, noticing you walking in the opposite direction.
"My apologies, I'm feeling rather unwell. I think I'm going to get some air, go ahead without me I might come in later," you respond to her.
"Alright, I hope to see you later then Y/N," she salutes you and jogs to catch up with her friends.
You walk out to the garden, the music from the ballroom loud enough to be heard, but quiet in the distance. The garden is even more stunning in the moonlight, you trace your hand along the small stream flowing through the centre. You explore, finding even more places you hadn't discovered yesterday.
