Scene: Loki has dreams of you before he meets you. (Reminder: Loki's mother, Frigga, can see the future and has the same magic Loki does. Except for the ice magic.)
*Loki's P.O.V.*
I tossed and turned in my sleep. I wasn't having any dreams, which was odd, as I could control dreams. But suddenly, my mind went white.
I was in the Midgard, in New York City. It was night, and I saw that the moon and stars were shining brightly above. I looked down to see that I was wearing a fancy tuxedo, and I heard loud laughter up the street.
What is going on? Why am I here?
I realized once I saw a banner strung up to two street lights.
The Grand Duke's Ball
I realized I was meant to be in there. Then, I saw a woman. She was running into the ball, her dazzling blue dress streaming behind her. From what I had seen in a glimpse, she was like a goddess, her beauty too magnificent to behold.
I followed her in and looked to where she was. I was sure she had enchanted me, and would see it through that I met her. Then, I spotted her. She was wearing her blue dress and staring at the crowd confusedly. I tried to walk up to her, but before I knew it, she had walked away. I finally cornered her at the bar. "Excuse me, but my name is Loki," I kissed her lace gloved hand and saw a blush rise to her cheeks.
"My name is (Y/N). It is lovely to meet you." I didn't know what to do once I had caught her attention. "Would like to dance?" I asked, nervously bowing.
Why am I, an all-powerful god, nervous?
The answer appeared in my mind.
Because you like her.
I knew it must have been true as I took her hand and waltzed with her throughout the night. She spoke to me about her life and her hopes and ambitions. I fell for her. When I told her about my past and how I had attempted to take over Midgard, she was gracious and kind to me anyway. By the end of the night, I had completely fallen in love with her.
As I said goodbye, she ran out. I was devastated.
How could she leave? How will I find her? I need to tell her how I feel.
Then I woke up gasping and sweating in my bed. I was still in my cell in Asgard, and I almost began to weep. I had met the most beautiful, amazing, astounding woman and I was sure that she was the love of my life. She was everything I am not: kind, generous, forgiving, selfless, and loyal. And to think she was all but of my dreams. Then a thought came to mind.
What if she is real?
The idea spread through me and consumed me until I knew it must be true. I immediately called the guards and requested council with my mother and Thor. Frigga came quickly, but Thor took longer.
"What is the meaning of a council at this ungodly hour, Loki?" Thor grunted, rubbing his eyes. I looked to them pleadingly. "I have had a vision." My mother nodded, almost smiling, while Thor just scoffed.
"What vision, Loki?" Frigga asked. "I had a vision of the most glorious woman. I had a vision that I must meet her, and we are destined to be together-" Thor rudely interrupted me. "Do you know where she lives?" He inquired, groaning. I sighed. I knew he would not like what I was about to say.
"She lives in Midgard. In New York City." I finished right as Thor glared up at me. "This is trickery!" His voice boomed. "You are trying to return to Earth to control the planet! I will not allow-" Frigga stopped his rant. "Thor, Loki is telling the truth. I have seen it." Thor's jaw dropped. My mother turned back to me. "Loki, are you asking for allowance to seek out this girl?" She asked.
