Masked (LokixReader) {COMPLETE}

Chapter Two

(Your Pov)

The night could not have passed quicker, and yet passed much too slowly at the same time. It seemed even time bended to accommodate such an event as this. You, a commoner, being invited to a royal ball by the prince of Asgard?

It was too good to be true.

Nonetheless you waltz up the stairs of the palace, surrounded by dozens of masked nobles- or perhaps secret commoners like yourself. You admire the gold linings of the palace, the scattered marble statues and porcelain vases. The things you might only dream of owning.

"Ah, Lady Y/N. I almost did not recognise you." Fandral's voice piped up behind you, as you spun around to see him. He wore his blue robes, with a matching thin mask. Quite a few people wore blue themed colors tonight, although apparently Fandral was owning the look.

"Hello, Fandral." You smirk, frustrated he couldn't see the fullness of your judging expression. "Where are the others?"

"Spread about. Thor is in the feast hall, if that is what you are asking." He gave you a knowing look, one much too assumptious for the friendship between you and the prince.

"I thought it's best to thank the host now, Fandral." You laugh at his crassness. "Once Thor knows I have arrived, perhaps he can introduce me to some fellow-minded folk."

"I wouldn't count on it, Lady Y/N." Fandral chuckled. "However, I could show you around if you would-"

"Lady Y/N!" A thundering voice broke through his comment, leaving you shaking out your ears from the volume. Thor strode over, followed by Lady Sif and Hougun. Volstagg stayed at the banquet table it seemed, still munching away on the hor'dourves. "I trust you made it here all right?"

"I did, your highness."

"Lady, please just call me Thor. We are much past such formalities."

"Very well." You laugh, before Thor and his bandwagon of followers started to show you around. Before long you were dancing the night away, happy as can be. Well, happy enough in such a formal setting. But it was a relief really, that you could just be yourself. Strangers didn't know you, your past, or even your future. You were simply... the one in the gold mask.

It wasn't long until you found yourself on the edge of the dancing floor once again, catching your breath from your latest partner. Thor and Fandral already claimed a dance with you, as well as Lady Sif. A few others asked you as well, and you accepted simply because tonight, you were truly letting yourself free. To be anyone. To be you.

You stood at the edge of the dance floor, watching as all the couples spun. Round and round, like a flock of birds before migration. In a way, this night seemed to be slightly like that. You'd stay on this edge until someone pulled you in again, then you'd pull away, before it repeated. Over and over. Round and round.

You glance around the crowds, taking in all the people. Although this type of thing was not usually your favorite scene, it really is a refreshing change. The spinning couples, the cheering people, the foodies by the banquet, the wild ones by the ale, and...

And the one man across the room, watching as he swirled his glass, looking around just as you were. Once you spotted him, it wasn't long until his eyes followed.

His emerald green eyes, behind his forest green mask. A well combed mane of black hair swept perfectly over his head to accompany it. He was clad in a perfectly tailored suit, although you could only really see his shoulders through the crowds at the moment. Obviously taller than most, and holding a certain air of mischief about him.

His eyes locked with your own, as a smirk played across his lips. And for some inexplicable reason, you found yourself smiling shyly back. It was an instinct really, along with a feeling to maybe properly meet him. This seemed to take the man by surprise, however, as he set his glass down- still without breaking eye contact with you.

And he started walking. Still looking at you, simply heading for the doorway which led to the palace gardens. You slowly realised what he was doing.

You were meant to follow him.

Should you? Follow a masked man to the more secluded part of the party, just because your eyes met?

Perhaps it was the intrigue, but you found yourself heading towards the gardens without hesitation. With courage you didn't know you had- and yet always needed. It felt wonderful to be able to simply go where your heart led you, because no one there knew who you really were.

You were a commoner among nobles.

And it was wonderful.

"I see you understood my message." A light, teasing voice called from behind the nearest column, as the man you saw stepped out into the moonlight.

"I did." You take a moment to look him over fully, finding his eyes holding so much more mischief than you first thought. As well as slight interest. "Although I find it curious as to why you asked me out here?"

He chuckled, before holding out a hand. "To ask you to dance with me."