Tom Hiddleston and Loki Imagines - Bk. 1

Loki - The Music of the Night

"(Y/N)?" says a familiar voice, with a knock on the door to your dressing.

"Just a moment!" You fix yourself, fastening the last of the buttons to your dress. You had just finished your public debut, and you will still on edge. The audience seemed to love you, even getting a standing ovation. All the excitement was still running through your veins, even though you were tired.

You go to the door and open it. With a smile, you find yourself looking upon a face of someone long forgotten.

"Hello, Tony." He gives you a polite bow, and you curtsy.

"I haven't seen you in a while." An exaggeration, for you haven't seen him since you were were twelve; that was ten years ago.

You talk for a bit, catch up on all the bits of trivial nonsense, but then you notice how his tone turns serious.

"Do you...want to join a gathering? With me? As my date?"

"Sure. I'd like that. Let me just get ready."

"I'll go prepare my stead." As soon as Tony leaves, you attend yourself to the mirror. He had certainly grown from the childish imp he used to be. Muscular, handsome, rugged voice—and he seemed into you? There was no down side.

As you go to change your dress into something more fancy, a light breeze tickles the back of your neck. It sends a soft singing into the air, so soft that you almost don't hear your door lock. But upon turning around to investigate, there is no one there.

 Strange.

You turn to look at yourself into the mirror once more, but instead of your reflection, you find another. Far off, through some dark, unknown cave walls, you see a man—tall, mysterious, half of his face covered in a white mask almost as pale as his skin.

"Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination."

 Who are you?

He was singing, serenading you as his voice led you to a boat. Without breaking your sight of him, you sit in the boat, and it drifts to him. He offered his hand. Under his intoxicating voice, you take it, and he lures you into the mirror, into a lair underground. Behind the man was an organ surrounded by several candles, lit and burning with passion.

 That voice. Why is it so familiar?

"Silently the senses abandon their defenses."

As the boat halts at his feet, he offers you his hand, covered with a black leather glove. Under his mesmerizing voice, you take it, and he lifts you out. His green eyes peered into yours, and you felt as if the deepest parts of you were exposed.

He continues to sing, guiding you through the cave as he keeps his eyes locked on you. You turn your head, looking at the beauty around you, but he gently and slowly turns your chin back to him.

"Turn your face away from the garish light of day. Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light."

He looks to his sides, as do you, and there on a table, you see a small diorama, you as you were just singing on stage. A rose lay where the stage ended and the audience began.

The masked man goes up to where the organ is, singing with more power. Then his voice softens, becoming so inviting that you obey as he asks, his high note making you swoon.

"Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar."

 How beautiful.

You open your eyes after his voice fades, and he continues, "And you'll live as you've never lived before." The man offers you his hand, and he leads you to his organ. Serenading still and dropping your hand, he walks behind the organ and to your other side, never breaking his gaze as he comes close to you.

"Only then can you belong to me."

 Be yours?

Taking his hands, he goes to cup your cheeks, but as soon as his fingers touch your face, he slides them down from your shoulders to your waist.

"Floating, falling, sweet intoxication." Gently, he turns you around, holding your sides and sweeping his arm and hand across your mid section and into your hand.

"Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation." Your hand in his, he takes them and has you touch his exposed cheek. You go to turn around, nearly kissing him, but he takes his hands and holds yours, bringing it down. He takes you away from the organ, down to where a drape hung. Pulling it aside, your heart stops, for right in front of you was a life-sized doll.

And not only did it look exactly like you, but it wore a wedding dress.

You faint, your legs finally giving way. The man catches you in his arms and carries you off to another room, to a giant bed and lays you there to rest. But before he leaves, he caresses your face and closes some drapes around you as he finishes his song.

"You alone can make my song take flight. Help me make the music of the night."