IMAGINES: LOKI x READER

Birthday present

"Abel Odinson," the master of ceremonies loudly announced as the young woman in a voluminous sky-blue gown entered the vast ballroom, "daughter of Odin and Frigga, Princess of Golden Asgard!"

Cheers and applause erupted from all sides.

Today, the castle was filled with people, noise, and laughter. Sparkling champagne and rich wines flowed, while exotic dishes and ethereal desserts were served. Smiles graced every face, and the atmosphere was lively and joyful-all because today was the birthday of Asgard's only princess. Abel was turning twenty-one, according to Midgardian years.

Abel was radiant with happiness. All her friends had gathered in the castle to celebrate, people had stopped seeing her as a child, and, most importantly, her beloved brother Thor had returned from Midgard to wish her well. She was overflowing with joy, wanting to leap with excitement and hug everyone, her cheeks aching from constant, wide smiles.

Lively, festive music filled the ballroom, enveloping the guests in warm waves, sending shivers of delight across their skin, and making hearts beat faster. Everything was perfect-the people, the decorations, the food, the weather, the gifts, and the musicians. Guests approached Abel to congratulate her, showering her with praises and extraordinary gifts. Abel was ready to declare it the happiest day of her life-if it weren't for one thing.

Loki.

Loki hadn't come to her birthday celebration. All evening, she had searched for him, craning her neck and scanning the room for her half-brother, but he was nowhere to be found. It irritated her. Though she and Loki had never been particularly close, never shared common interests or deep conversations, there was still a bond between them. And Abel had secretly admired the dark-haired god since childhood, always defending him to their parents. So, not seeing Loki at her ball today made her upset. It felt strange to experience boundless happiness and yet be disappointed because of one person.

An hour before midnight, Abel could no longer bear it. She quietly slipped out of the main hall, lifted the hem of her dress, and hurried through the dark corridors toward the bedrooms.

The champagne had left her head slightly light, sharpening her emotions, and she felt the need to resolve things-specifically with the dark-haired, arrogant god who had abandoned her on her own birthday.

She reached Loki's chamber quickly, lifted her chin with determination, and pushed open the doors.

The room was dimly lit, with the moon and stars visible through wide, open windows. A soft night breeze played with the sheer curtains, and Loki sat in an armchair nearby, reading.

"Abel?" Loki raised a black eyebrow in surprise and looked at her.

"Loki," she said crossly, pursing her red lips. "Why didn't you come to my birthday?"

Loki smiled faintly, set his book aside, and glanced at her again.

Tonight, she was truly stunning-a real Asgardian princess. Her beautiful sky-blue dress, with its high waist and full skirt, perfectly highlighted her fair skin and delicate figure. The absence of a collar and the exposed shoulders revealed her sharp collarbones and graceful neck. Her hair was styled into an elaborate updo, though a few strands had come loose from dancing and now framed her face in soft curls, only adding to her charm. With her flushed cheeks, pouty lips, and reproachful gleam in her eyes, Abel looked alive-far from doll-like.

"Well?" she repeated impatiently. "Why didn't you come?"

Loki chuckled softly and rose from his chair. He was glad Abel had come. In fact, he had counted on it. He had purposely stayed away from the party, hoping she would come to him.