Loki Imagines

Leaving

Loki really doesn't want to be here right now.

He usually likes the endless parade of parties and festivals, all the banquets that keep Asgard's halls filled to the brim. Loki has certainly done his time in attending a great number of them, in walking in alongside Thor to the sounds of cheers and applause after yet another successful adventure in some world few have heard of and fewer still have seen.

Today, though, even the bright haze of a celebration can't dull Loki's sharp tastes enough for him to truly enjoy this. It all seems a little too much; the decorations just too gaudy, the shouts just too loud. Normally, Loki would take this as a sign that he needs to get offworld again, but he swears he came back just the other day from a similar trip.

Maybe it's all catching up to him, this never ending cycle of battle and bacchanalia, skirmish and soiree. He needs to do something to clear his head, but at the moment, all that comes to mind is leaving. The night's festivities have barely started, though, so all Loki can do is look longingly at the doors and imagine himself passing through them.

It appears he isn't the only one missing the illusion of privacy, however. One glance over his shoulder and Loki spots another person hovering on the edges of this jolly function. On closer inspection, Loki realizes that he's seen her before– Lady Y/N, the rare combination of a good fighter and an excellent scholar. She doesn't back away from drawing blood nor learning languages, which means that she should have been on Loki's radar far sooner.

She's caught him looking by now, and to save face, Loki heads her way as if he'd been meaning to talk all along.

"Not one for the celebration?" He asks wryly.

Y/N shakes her head. "I'm not the right kind of person for it. I don't drink, so that limits how much fun I could have here."

Loki grimaces in understanding. "Yes, I've come to understand that the only way to appreciate the festivities is to kill enough of your brain cells through careful doses of mead. I can see why you'd be less inclined to follow that sort of pattern."

"You seem less inclined as well," Y/N comments, "Why's that?"

"It doesn't suit me as well," Loki says simply, "I suppose I'm looking for a better way to spend my time."

Y/N glances around them, then flashes Loki a sudden grin. "In that case, how about we find it together? I wouldn't mind an escape."

"Neither would I," Loki declares impulsively, and that's all it takes to convince the two of them to leave the festivities behind. Perhaps they'll go looking in the library for some amusement, or wander the grounds outside the palace as the sun sets. Regardless, he's suddenly sure that he wants nothing more than to be right here with her.