𝐀𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝕃𝕠𝕜𝕚'𝕤 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖

An Unholy End ❤️

The festivities that followed the wedding were resumed in the church garden, and it wasn't long before the dazzling sunlight was replaced by the ethereal glow of the moon.

Your intimate group of friends and relatives continued to celebrate, dancing with glee and becoming increasingly merry with the abundance of ale that Thor had given as a wedding present.

With your heart racing from the exertion required to keep up with Loki's rapid pace on the dance floor, you hear Thor boom aloud, holding up another jug of ale as he toasted you and Loki — for the umpteenth time.

You came to a stop, and while it was unpleasant to have to listen to Thor try to piece together a jumble of slurred words, you were grateful for the opportunity to rest your weary legs and recover your breath.

Loki chuckled as you panted but kept you stable against him as your dizziness from the constant motion passed. You look up at Thor, whose red-rimmed eyes were sufficient evidence to show that he had consumed far too much alcohol.

"Ladies ...and...gentle.....men..." Thor began his talk by speaking even more slowly than he had the last time. "I...wisssh to," he paused, extending his arm high above his head at a pace that was a little too fast, causing half of his ale to be lost.

He pouted like a sad child for a second before staring down at the spilled drink with longing. By the time he looked back up to the crowd, he had forgotten all about the speech he was giving, and simply peered at the still eyes of the audience in bewilderment.

"What?" he asked, "Is there something on my face?" he enquired, his cheeks flushing.

The groups laughter at his intoxicated lapse in memory set in motion his egotistical antics, which involved dancing and singing cheerful sea shanties.

"Let me get you a refreshment my love" Loki said, kissing your forehead and leaving you to continue being entertained by Thor's singing.

When the crowd started demanding more than just sea shanties from Thor, Meddie quickly ushered him away. She had no intention of letting him humiliate her or himself with his terrible attempts at singing Norse battle cries. She was all too familiar with the screech of it.

With bare feet that relished the feeling of the cool grass, you swayed your hips. Dancing in a trance to the slower melody that began playing, while in a state of pure happiness.

You lost all sense of time while in your little bubble of bliss, yet, even in your state of euphoria your senses still picked up on the intense feeling of being watched.

You swung your eyes about to survey your surroundings, when you suddenly remembered that Loki was supposed to bring you a drink but hadn't yet returned.

You look around for Loki, however, having the persistent impression that you're still being observed, you instead look for anyone who appears to be fixing their gaze on you.

After tiptoeing over a number of people's heads and moving further away from where you were, you finally spot your admirer—your very handsome admirer. Loki.

You ought to have known it was Loki, as it's only the intensity of his stare that can be felt on your skin, even from a distance.

Throughout the entirety of your solo dance, he had been keeping a very close eye on you. Watching you intently as you got lost in the music.

You can't help but grin at the sight of him casually leaning against a tree with his arms folded across his chest. He's been watching your slower, more sensual dance moves with a passionate grin on his face. And judging by the gleam of lust in his eyes he's been imagining your hips swaying against something else and not just the music.