Loki through the multiverse

Save the last dance for you

'Will you dance with me?' You ask, holding out a hand to your ex boyfriend.

You had broken up a month ago, but due to filming commitments you still had to see each other. This wrap party was hopefully the last time you'd have to see each other for a while.

It was a black tie event, you had come dressed in a long, deep red plunge backed silk dress. As always your ex looked more dishevelled than dashing, but hoping to end things finally on good terms you ask him for a dance.

'I don't dance Y/N. You know that' he states.

'I'm sorry' his voice is apologetic, noticing the mix of disappointment and dismay covering your face.

'It's fine' you lie, turning and waking in the other direction, taking a seat by your table near the dance floor. You take your phone out of your clutch bag and bring up the Uber app, looking for a taxi to take you home.

A second before you confirm your ride you hear the familiar voice of your leading actor standing inches from you.

'May I have this dance?' Tom asks, the back of one hand hand placed delicately on his back. The other stretched out towards you, palm facing upwards hoping for yours to connect as a pair.

Without a word, you place your phone and clutch back onto the table and stand, taking his hand. Your wide beaming smile was all the answer he required, your eyes sparkling at him as you make your way to the dance floor hand in hand.

Respectful as ever he places one hand onto your bare lower back and the other hand locked with yours. Your free hand resting lightly on his shirt covered chest. Unlike your ex, he is pristinely dressed, every inch of his suit covered body screams sophistication and he smells like a mixture or citrus and fresh pine. You begin swaying to the music hand in hand.

'You don't have to do this Tom, it's okay' you state, blushing at him as he smiles down at you. You assume he must have watched the conversation with your ex unfold.

'Darling, I asked you because I wanted to. Besides, you look divine in that dress' he whispers the last part into your ear, your jaw verging on pain from smiling so much.

'Pretend like I just whispered something dirty and delicious into your ear, let's give them a show they'll never forget' he purrs as you giggle cheekily.

'Oh Tom!' You proclaim, your hand lightly, playfully hitting his chest.

'Something like that?' You whisper, your eyes meeting, smiles beaming back at each other.

'Perfect darling, just perfect' his words drawing our longer at the end of his sentence. Your faces so close you could almost touch as he bends over you.

Straightening up he spins you out and then back in, in time with the rhythm of the music. Pulling you back in you land with your back pressed against his firm torso. Facing in the direction of your ex partner who is still to leave his chair, you flutter your eyes open and catch a glimpse of him, mouth agape at the sight of you dancing with the dashing star.

You hear Tom whisper something you can't quite make out, before you feel his lips lightly kiss your neck. You seductively gasp at the unexpected feeling. Spinning you back out again, landing in his grip facing Tom once more. Hand in hand with his other palm on your lower back and yours placed, once again, on his chest.

As the tempo picks up and the song nears its climax, he whispers to you once again.

'Do you trust me darling?' He asks confidently.

'Of course, I'd trust you with anything' you hum in response. Your eyes meeting with intense contact.

As the song nears its end you feel his hand leave yours. With both of your hands free, you leave one placed on his chest as the other sits lightly near his collar.