Eviternity | Loki

music

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❝ Dance first.

Think later.

It's the natural order. ❞

~Samuel Beckett

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Loki was pulled out of a deep sleep to music blaring from across the hall. It was a few days after the party, and the rest of the team were off on a mission somewhere. He hadn't been privy to the particulars, but he was beginning to get used to that. He threw off the covers and pulled a characteristically green robe over his bare shoulders, tying it loosely around his waist. Groggily walking across to Asta's room he let himself in, instantly stopping short.

Music was blaring over surround sound speakers, and she was singing at the top of her lungs. She was dancing around with a lacy robe over her black lingerie, carelessly, her hair knotted. Her voice was shaky with sleep but angelic nonetheless, and he watched her, in a daze in the doorway until she turned around.

"Shit! Don't they knock in Asgard?" Her eyes widened and she turned down the music, rushing to tie her robe around her and flatten her hair. He chuckled, amused.

"We do," he paused, taking a few steps toward her. "It is just very early. And I wasn't entirely sure you'd hear me." 

She blushed, avoiding his gaze. "Yeah, I guess it is early...I just...you don't simply listen to Billy Joel quietly." He cocked an eyebrow in question and pointed to the ceiling.

"The man singing?" She nodded brightly.

"Don't you listen to music where you're from?" He shook his head moving to sit down on the end of her bed. 

"No. At gala's and things. But there aren't any...words. I don't quite understand the value you Midgardians see in it." She gaped at him.

"Seriously? Okay. So the words are called lyrics. And they usually tell a story or are used to convey feelings, or a moral or a message." She laid down on the opposite side of the bed. "Okay lay down, I am going to educate you."

He nodded and laid on his back beside her, his hands folded neatly on his stomach. She smiled her approval at him and hummed to herself.

"Oh, I know what to play. Now you have to listen. Pay attention." 

"Of course."

"Hey Jarvis play Jolene, please." 

They laid in silence as the music filled the room. She had to fight against her urge to sing along as loudly as she could. When it ended Loki sat up and turned to look at her.

"Why did you do this to me. That was heartbreaking. And there wasn't even a real ending. I have no closure." She smiled, using his shoulder to pull herself up.

"See, this is music. And it's just the tip of the ice berg sweetie." 

She poked his nose gently, as another song started to play over the speakers. She quickly turned up the volume before standing up and offering him her hand to pull him off the bed. He took it and she smiled.

"This one's called Tiny Dancer. It was released in 1971 by a genius named Elton John." Her eyes glittered and she held onto his hands. "And you'll have to dance with me." 

He sighed. "Dance? Do I have to? I'm not sure I'm all that fond of dancing with the likes of you." 

His voice dripped with sarcasm and she laughed, sliding his right hand down to her hip and her left up to  his chest. He was stiff at first, and they simply swayed for a while.

She could feel his body relax into her as he became more lost in the music. She pulled away, spinning playfully under his arm until he pulled her gently back into his embrace, holding her closer.

She sang along proudly to her favourite song, and a white smile flashed across Loki's face. She savoured the way he looked at her while they danced in and our of each other's arms goofily, laughing as they did so. It was the perfect way to start the day, and she longed to spend each and every morning the exact same way.