A Whole Bunch of Loki's

Dumb

(A quick little thing inspired from a song I always get addicted to. The song should be at the top for anyone who wants to check it out before or after reading.

The 411 - Dumb.)

The continuous looks from across the bar could be described as nothing less than smouldering, somehow the dangerous look in his eyes making him appear all the more attractive.

Devastatingly attractive.

There was something in his eyes that caused excited adrenaline to start pumping and your heart started to beat ten times the pace it should, if I hadn't experienced something like this once before then I would have sworn that I was merely having some kind of attack.

I hastily averted my eyes and focused heavily on my fruity, barely alcoholic drink.

This was exactly why I didn't enjoy going out, but it was a friend's birthday and I didn't want to be that one let down of the group.

It was typical that on a night I wasn't prepared for it, I would catch someone's eye.

All those years of hoping, wishing to any God that would listen that I'd finally find someone to date, nothing came along and then typically when I wasn't looking for anything someone jumped out.

I dared to glance his way once away and cringed inwardly to see him still watching, a charming smile in place and melting my heart.

I returned his smile with my own polite one and looked away again, searching the room for my friends.

Of course, they were still on the dancefloor, grinding and dry humping against their hopeful conquest for the night.

Boy, did I wish that were more of a dancer in that moment.

Even more so when I saw that mystery man from across the bar had gotten up and was making his way over.

Biting my lip, I purposefully make an exaggerated effort at searching through my bag, hoping to indicate to the devishly handsome man that I didn't particularly want to be bothered.

He didn't take it and sat beside me.

As I glanced at him, I saw his eyes slowly roam over me as if he could see through my clothes, a cocky and too confident smirk taking over that charming smile but not altering his attractiveness.

"Why are you sitting here alone? You should be out there showing up the others."

He had to raise his voice to be heard over the music, but that didn't stop me from being able to hear just how smooth and delectable it was, like a soothing melody over the pounding.

"Oh," I laughed softly, trying to fight down a blush, "I'm really not much of a dancer."

"No?" He chuckled, tilting his head, "from what I've seen, you've got some natural movement in those hips of yours."

My cheeks flared up more, burning red hot to the point where I could only muster out a too high laugh.

"I guess?"

I smiled at him and pulled out my phone, flicking the button on the side to illuminate the screen.

It showed both that it was considerably later than I had wanted to be out and that I had one missed message.

"Tell you what," he started, placing a hand on my thigh, "how about I buy you another drink and we see if the night leads us to finding out?"

I opened the message and read down it, smiling widely before setting the phone down on top of the bar and slinging my bag over my shoulder.

"I'll tell you what," I replied, setting my hand down on top of his, making sure that he could see my wedding ring, "how about we don't and you find someone who is worth your time?"

He spared a glance down at our hands and I watched as his handsome face fell, mostly a look of disappointment than anything I had feared, such as anger.

"Damn, it's always the good ones," he laughed, "sorry to bother you."

"Not at all, sorry if I gave you the wrong impression" I smiled, standing up from my seat, "I wish you the best of luck in your search."

Picking up my phone, I headed out the doors and dialled a number I had all too often, deciding that it was time for me to leave and that I could message the others with a farewell note once I got home.

The phone had barely rung three times before it was picked up.

"You're called later than I expected, you also took your time to reply."

"I know," I laughed, happy to hear his voice, "I'm sorry, I got caught up in the fun and lost track of time."

"It's a good thing it's not a work night for you."

"That it is," I hummed.

"Are you alright? You sound distracted."

"Me? Oh yes, I'm fine," I chewed on my lip then sighed, "I have to be honest with you, I did just meet the most handsome man in the bar and boy was he interested in spending the night with me."

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

"Is he with you now?"

"Of course not! I'd never do that to you, you've got trust in me, how would I live with myself if I cheated?"

"You have a point and I do know you love me, it's why I'm not jealous, I trust you not to play those games."

"Then why did you ask?"

"Because you felt that you had to mention it and I wanted to be sure this wasn't going to impede on our night together, you thinking of this other man."

He chuckled and sent pleasant shivers through my spine, warming up my blood against the bitter wind in the street.

"Never, our bed is for us only."

"I know that you'd never have an affair."

"Exactly, although I can't deny that he was attractive there's no way I could risk losing you, Loki, that'd be dumb."