-ˏˋMarvel One-Shots!ˎˊ˗

//Competition-Loki//

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Agitation, disgust, irritation, annoyance: All these words and more just scraped the surface of how you felt when you saw Loki. He was always so sure of himself, a complete and utter asshole. All he ever cared about was not being wrong, not what was actually right.

It had been a lifetime of competition between Loki and you. From the time you were in school learning magic, up to diplomatic missions, the two if you always tried to one up each other. Even in balls and galas, the two of you tried to out dress, out impress each other.

And tonight was no different. You were clad in a gold and black dress, gold intricate lace cut into a heart shape adorned the top half with flowing black fabric that had a high thigh slip. Frigga would surely say something to you tomorrow, most likely finding the tight material to be inappropriate, but you would deal with the consequences then. All that mattered now was getting more attention than Loki. And you were.

Men, and even women, stared at you, undressing you with their eyes as you sauntered around the ballroom, a glass of the finest wine in your hand and a smirk plastered on your brightly painted red lips. Catching Loki's gaze from his place at the bar, you made your way to him, confidence and arrogance bubbling in you.

"Good evening, Prince." A sarcastic tone dripped from your tongue before pulling you glass back to your mouth to keep you from saying anything too harsh too soon.

"Didn't know we invited common whores to balls now," He started coldly, taking one glance at your ensemble.

Swallowing the berry flavored liquid you shook your head. "New low for you, Loki. Especially knowing your brother probably has three in his chambers right now. Besides, the game is to see whoever can get the most attention. And well, it looks like you're just a sore loser."

"You don't win if you play dirty."

"And you've played dirtier." The words left you lips like a snap.

Loki's jaw clenched involuntarily and he grabbed his drink, leaving your presence. The lack of him gave others a false invitation to try and win you over that night. But at this point, you had set you mind on winning him over.

It wasn't long before you found yourself at his side again. This time, it was on the balcony. Much more quiet and the stars dancing in the midnight sky. It was beautiful and serene. For a split second, you could have sworn you felt your heart skip a beat when you saw him standing there, holding his helmet in his hands and staring up at the sky.

Shaking off the feeling you've had one too many times, you move to his side. "Pulling away from the party already?" You asked, voice more questioning than accusing.

"I grew tired of hearing men talk about your appearance tonight." He didn't even bother looking in your direction. "They can't stand you when you use your brain, but the second you use your body they want you all to themselves."