𝐀𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝕃𝕠𝕜𝕚'𝕤 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖

Try harder Loki!

"You're doing well darling, you've only stepped on my toes three times" Loki whispers directly into your ear, allowing you to hear him over the instrumental band

You immediately felt embarrassed, and quickly buried your face into Loki's chest, hiding your reddening cheeks.

"I'm sorry" you mutter, your words muffled against his fine leathers.

"What's that sweetheart, I didn't quite catch what you said" Loki said amused.

He heard you loud and clear but he loved to tease you, and he enjoyed the satisfaction he got when he was proved right.

Just moments ago before you started the waltz, he asked if you knew how to perform it. You enthusiastically and rather naively said yes, refusing Loki's offer of a quick walk through.

You believed you had the gist of how to perform it after watching many old movies that involved the traditional dance.

How very wrong you were.

"You were right Loki, it's a difficult dance and I'm terrible!" you blurt out as Loki twirls you around. "It seems my powerful force does not extend to bettering my dance abilities" you laugh, as you narrowly miss stepping on Loki's foot yet again.

"Do not doubt yourself sweetheart, for someone who has never performed this dance before you're doing extremely well. But for the sake of my toes, let me help you" he smiles

You feel Loki lift you off the ground just enough for your feet to rest upon his own, and with his magic he locked you in place.

You now glided effortlessly along the dance floor, enjoying the dance without the worry of trodding on toes.

You beamed at Loki as he picked up speed, your hair and dress flowing outwards as you both revolved faster.

Loki's smooth moves eventually slowed and as you stopped he released the magic hold on your feet. Yet he continued holding you close as you both caught your breath. 

"You're an amazing dancer Loki, that was wonderful" you exclaim

"I'll teach you every dance darling, you'll be a professional in no time" he praised, and you wholehearted agreed to his offer.

Loki guided you towards a table full of refreshments, his hand always placed somewhere on your body, this time it rested on your lower back.

You realised he was never not touching you, if you moved out of his touch slightly and his hand left your skin, he'd immediately move closer resuming his hold.

It was the little things like that, that made your heart melt.

But you didn't want him to miss his chance to converse with others due to his worry for you, he shouldn't have to be your babysitter.

"You know my Love, you don't need to be constantly attached to me. You're free to mingle, you must know some people here that you're itching to talk to" you say as you accept a fizzy glass of pink liquid from Loki.

Loki looked at you in surprise "Darling, if I could permanently attach my hand to your body I would. You're my comfort sweetheart, I gravitate towards you each time we separate"

"Well your touch is sending sparks to my lower regions" you admit provocatively.   

Loki's eyes widened hearing your confession, he stared at you as you took a sip of your drink, observing your innocent act. Yet your explicit thoughts were running wild, and Loki sensed it.

"Sweetheart, you ignited my sparks well before we arrived, and since we've came to this hall I've been intently scanning the room for a darkened spot to pin you against, I know well the risk of being caught makes your juices flow"