My Sweet Flame

Chapter 14. The Ball

Wear Purple. Green! Match his armor! Blue, everybody likes blue. Black. Yellow? Orange maybe? Green! Wear Green! Purple it is.

I surfed through the closet trying to find something I liked for the ball, and when I finally found a pretty purple dress, I was delighted. (See Above) I went into the bathroom to start on my hair. I pulled out a curling iron and neatly curled my already-curly hair. With a wave of my hand, the purple tips were gone and my hair began pinning itself up into a pretty updo.

As I walked out of the bathroom, I remembered something.

"Shoes. Shoes would be good." I muttered. I went into the closet and retrieved a pair of nice heels. "Shit. Where are my feet?" I sat on the floor and somehow managed to pull them on even though I couldn't see my feet because of the dress. After struggling to get up again, I stood before one of the mirrors. "I think that'll do."

I walked out to the hallway, where I saw Sif.

"Y/N?"

"Sif?"

She came over and hugged me.

"You look amazing!" She told me, "Still going with purple, I see."

"Still looking good in red." I laughed. "Come on, we have a ball to catch."

I heard several gasps as I walked into the ballroom. Not many people noticed me enter thankfully, my plan to enter discreetly worked. I walked over to where Frigga was standing.

"You look lovely, Dear." The queen said, "I do hope you'll show off that pretty dress with a dance."

"Dance? I don't think I'm going to do much dancing tonight." I told her, "Look at the buffet table! I'm much more interested in food than men, Frigga."

"Hmm....I wouldn't be so sure about that, Dear." She teased, "My son clearly has eyes for you."

I froze a bit, but then I softened into a soft laugh as I spoke softly. I took no notice of the music ending, signaling for another dance to begin soon.

"Which one, might I ask?"

"I think you know, Y/N." She teased, "Perhaps the one who is coming to ask you for a dance."

My eyes widened at her, "What?"

She smiled at me and walked away. I felt a soft, warm hand on my shoulder and hearing someone clear their throat, I turned to face the person. He bowed to me and offered his hand.

"Might I have the pleasure of a dance, Mi'lady?" Loki asked.

Beaming with inside happiness, I took his hand, "Of course."

As he lead me out to the floor and a song I didn't recognize began, I said,

"You don't have to be so formal with me Loki. Mi'lady? Really? It's not that I don't enjoy it, but is it really necessary?"

He smiled and delicately placed his hand on my waist, "If a girl is to be treated like a lady, then perhaps."

"Loki we both know I am no lady of the court. I'd do much better fighting off undead armies." I laughed as he spun me in a circle.

"Mmm but that's so difficult to believe when you're standing here, looking absolutely ravishing in a beautiful dress, and dancing with a prince, at a royal ball might I add."

"Okay, okay, You've got me. I do quite enjoy both. And this is nice."

"Dancing at a ball?" He laughed.

"Not necessarily." He bent down on his knee as I glided around him with well-placed steps.

"Then what do you mean." He stood up and spun me in a circle.