what you need is a little distraction

The night was boring. And while Thor and his loyal four friends were away, Loki had to be at the official party. All because of a game he lost. He knew he should have listened to his mind and cheated. He swore to himself that the day he would be king, he would erase this party. "The party is here to preserve our relationship with our neighbors," Said his mother once, explaining both to Thor and him. How much he couldn't care about the neighborhood's world. Thor would have said that 'it had to be done to keep Asgard on top of everything' or something along those words, Loki was sure of that. And yet the blonde wasn't here. The exact same person who wanted the throne wasn't even there. And this contradiction wasn't something Thor tried to hide. He wanted to be king without the inconvenience of being king. That was one of the many reasons Loki, in his mind, was more fit to be king than his brother. 

But he was living in Thor's shadow. The almighty Thor, God of thunder, son of the all father. While he was just Loki, a trickster, a mischievous one with a tongue made of silver. It was easy to see who was the favorite for the people, and their father. He knew, God of course he knew, he wasn't perfect. But Thor wasn't either. He was dumb, only thinking with his muscles, not looking at the entire picture, only wanting to fight and fight and fight. Yes Thor was strong, stronger than Loki even, but being King wasn't just about strengths it also was about brains. And Loki got plenty of that. Who could ever say that Loki wasn't smarter than his brother? 

And he was probably smarter than all the people present at the party, except for his mother. And maybe, just maybe, you. You, who had spilled your liquor on his fine Asgardian's clothes. "I'm so sorry!" You said, with a false apologetic voice that the prince perceived in an instant, lying was his things after all. "Please let me clean it for you." Putting your glass aside, you took his hand, leading him away from the party. 

All happened in a span of a minute, but nothing got Loki off guard. He knew what you were up to the moment your eyes met in the room. He was just waiting for you in a sense. "Well, you sure did take your time, love." 

Gasping and shaking your head, you answered. "Excuse me, your highness, I wasn't aware of your precious time." 

"Plus, you didn't have to ruin my gracious attires." His remark drew a small annoyed huff from you. Always getting on your nerves somehow. "Thank you nonetheless, you saved me from a pathetic party again." 

Because that was how both of you met. Years ago at the same party. He was bored and so were you, and his little trick he did at the beginning of the night to entertain the guest, while in all reality he was just entertaining himself, caught your attention. You were what people would qualify as a bold one, and that night you did well to validate that saying. Getting near him with assured steps, you quickly get his hand in yours once passing in front of him, now leading both of you as far away as possible from this suffocating party. 

While Loki wasn't one to register people's presence, you did well to catch his attention, and take him by surprise. When he finally caught up with the following event, he halted, making you stop too. Ripping his hand out of yours, he talked first, "And who do you think you are?!" He was so offended and irated, at least that's what he let you see on his face. 

Turning around, now hands on hips, you answered, "I'm (Y/N), and you could be a little more polite with the one who saved your night." 

Crossing his arms against his chest, he scoffed, "I do not need any saving, even more from someone like you." 

"Alright," arms also crossed, one eyebrow raised and a small taunting smile you continued, "Go back to the party then, I apologize for having ripped you from all the fun." 

That was new. Someone daring to provoke him. Yet his lips pulled up in a rather charming smile. "Why, never in my life would I have except this night to take such a turn." Now he was interested. 

And even years later, he still was. He grew less hostile towards you. Even started calling you different pet names, like he did earlier. Never letting go of your hand. Never again, he promised himself. He was feeling at ease in your company. He was away from all the judgements, finally having his own light, an ear who was listening to him other than his mother. 

"What do you want to do?" You asked, bringing the prince out of his head. 

"Whatever you want, love." 

...♡