Masked (LokixReader) {COMPLETE}

Chapter One

(A/N: Yes this is a complete book. Thanks for reading!)

(Your Pov)

"Is anyone sitting here?" A voice asked from across the table, bringing your eyes from your book.

"Huh? Oh, no. It's just me." You smile, looking up at the man in front of you. The giant wall of blond muscle.

He sat down, setting a hammer beside him. It should have been your first clue, despite the fact you didn't spare him much if a glance. Books were much more interesting than the average person.

In his hand was a bag of pastries, most likely from the bakery you sat outside of now. This was your usual spot for morning readings, not to mention the occasional delicious breakfast or cup of tea.

He opened the bag, and after a moment you heard him chuckle. "It appears they have given me two scones."

"Oh did they?" You glance over, catching his glance your way as well. "Perhaps someone in there likes you."

The stranger laughed. "Perhaps, although I still only need one." He paused for a moment, before very obviously pretending to have been struck with an idea. "You can have the other, if you'd like?"

Now you laugh. "I suppose I can help you with that." He passes over the scone, atop a small napkin. "Thank you."

For a few moments the two of you eat in silence, or while chatting about a few light topics. When the time came to leave, you turned to him.

"I realise I never caught your name."

"Ah, of course. I am Thor."

"Y/N. It's nice to meet you Thor."

"You as well, Lady Y/N."

*

Ever since that day, Thor stopped by every so often for a chat. Or for a scone- you couldn't quite tell which. Sometimes he would bring a friend, like Fandral or Lady Sif. Other times he would come alone, no matter the weather.

When you chatted, you talked about everything from the deliciousness of the bakery's delights, to home life. Turns out he had quite a life too, between his royal family and living in such a place as Asgard's palace. You could never even dream of visiting there, keeping to Asgard's outskirts. A commoner like you, in the palace? It should've been unheard of.

And yet it seemed like your friend had other ideas.

"Lady Y/N!" Thor shouted as he arrived one day, walking towards you, followed by his entourage. Fandral, Volstagg, Hougan, and Lady Sif.

"Hello everyone." You greet them, as each guest finds a seat around your usual table. "How are you?"

"I have great news, Lady Y/N." Thor starts off, smiling like it was the best day of his life. "You have been invited to the Palace for a Grand Ball tomorrow night."

What?

"Really?" You were shocked. Thor invited you to the Asgard palace? You knew quite well of his heritage- but you've only been friends for a few weeks. Not nearly long enough to call for such an invitation.

"Of course! It is a masked dance, and all the nobles of Asgard have been invited."

All the nobles?

All the-

How could you fit in with nobles? The fanciest posh-peoples of the realms?

"Thor, I'm flattered. But I do not think I can go."

His face dropped in disappointment, and suddenly you felt very guilty for denying his request. "Why not?"

"I don't have anything to wear." -that would nearly be good enough for the palace. You left that part out, although it seemed they understood well enough. You were a commoner. The fanciest thing you owned is probably the clothes you wore now.

"That's alright, Y/N, I will make sure we have something in time." Sif spared you a smile, and you realised everything for this matter had probably already been sorted out. It was just a matter of if you wanted to go explore palace grounds freely.

And dance. And be a part of the highest groups of the realm, if only for a night.

"It sounds amazing." You smile, "You'll see me there. Or, me in disguise."

"Wonderful!" Thor boomed, "I know you will enjoy yourself."

"If we are going to get you ready for the party, we should get started now." Sif interrupted, pulling you from your chair.

"Yes, yes. See you later, guys!" You shout back to the group of befuddled men, grabbing your book before you forgot about it.

After being dragged through store after store, you finally found the right dress. Black, although beautifully laced with enough gold to mirror the skies of Asgard. Sif found wondrous matching gold velvet shoes, and a nice golden mask to comply with the party's theme.

"I cannot afford this!" Despite it being beautiful, you couldn't claim these things as your own. You didn't have the money.

"Do not worry, Y/N. Thor is buying everything." Thor? You couldn't even begin to think of how to thank him. How could you say it enough times? Not only inviting you to the party, but paying for your dress as well? It was more than a friend would ever do. More than you deserved.

"Tell him my thanks." You stutter out, once you realise how to speak again. Not only did Thor invite you to the party, but pay for all of these things as well? These things probably cost little to nothing for the prince of Asgard- but still. He didn't have to do any of this.

Sif bought the dress, before returning to your side. After a few more stores for either window shopping or some last minute items, you exchanged goodbyes, rushing back to your home to prepare. The ball was tomorrow night, and surely a night to remember.