Loki x Reader
A young Padawan whose ship crashes finds sanctuary on Asgard. the next thing she knew, she was leaving her two new best friends for a new home. 1,480-ish years later, she returns for Thor, one of her former best friends. He is being...
I watched sadly as Loki fell asleep, so longing to be in that bed with him, regardless of my feelings for what he had done. A memory flooded into my mind as I looked around at the dirty, blood-streaked cell around me.
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I turned the page, anticipating what the next page of F/B had to offer, even though I already knew what was going to happen. I adjusted my feet on the step of the gazebo. As I flipped the page again, a pair of leather boots crunched softly in the snow that just barely covered the ground and sat down beside me. I closed the book and looked up at the raven-haired boy.
"You'll get cold out here Y/N." He said gently.
"Oh, I'm okay, Loki. Really, I am." I paused, "It's just quieter out here."
"What do you think my mother would say if she saw you out in this weather?" He chuckled.
"It remains to be seen." I laughed.
"So," He began awkwardly, "Are you ready?"
"Ready for what?" I asked him.
"For the ball of course!" He exclaimed, "Mother said that since we were 10 years of age, we could finally attend the Jól Ball!"
"I forgot about that..." I looked away bashfully.
It had crossed my mind so many times in the past day. I wanted to dance with him at the ball, but it had been so long since I had danced at a ball, that I couldn't remember.
"You? Y/N, you of all people forgot about a ball?" He chuckled, "You aren't a very good liar."
"You would know I guess."
"So what is it, then?" He asked me.
I looked down at my book. He gently wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
"You know you can tell me anything." He smiled reassuringly.
"I.......I don't remember how to dance."
"You don't remember how to ballroom dance, you mean?"
"Yeah...." I said quietly. "The Ball is Tonight....and- I mean it-the Festival goes on for a week, with parties and dancing every night and......." I sighed.
He stood up and offered me his hand.
"I can teach you."
I took his hand and stood. "Really? But I thought you didn't like to dance."
