The Light Elves were those of young deities of nature; and the most beautiful voices and story telling.
More beautiful than the Sun, the Light Elves were held in such a high stance.
And the young Princess Dahlia was no exception. Daughter of Freyj...
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Loki pulled out the chair for the Princess, and after she sat, he sat down next to her. They were at the side of the celebration, hidden away from the All-Father, but not from the Queen. She had noticed their entrance right away.
Dahlia was looking around the celebration with wide eyes and a smile. The music was loud, the lights were dimmed, the aroma of delicious foods filled the air, and people were dancing away the night. She had never seen such an activity; and it was quiet the sight.
Her foot was tapping lightly against the floor, for once covered by shoes. Her fingers drummed in the edge of the table. Even her body swayed just slightly to the music.
"Would you like to dance, my Princess?" Loki asked her endearingly.
Dahlia looked at him. "Yes. I would like to."
Loki took her hand gently in his, his heart racing. He led her to where everyone else was dancing, and set his hand just above her waist. He feared to touch her, he didn't want to make her uncomfortable.
Though Dahlia was very comfortable, more so than she ever though she would be. Her hand sat comfortably on his shoulder and he either hand was intertwined with his.
"Have you ever danced like this?" Loki asked her, his voice low.
She thought for a moment. "Fleur and I used to dance together. Though it was not like this. Have you?"
Loki nodded. "Yes, a many of time. My father has many celebrations."
Dahlia did not like that; while she didn't know why, she knew she didn't. "I am to be your only dancing companion tonight. As you are mine."
His stomach fluttered and he willed it not to. But how could he refuse her? "Of course, Princess. I am yours for the evening."
"As my friend?" She asked. She was curious.
Loki looked at her with confusion too. He could tell that she was acting different, and that she had something on her mind. But for once, he did not want to pry. He did not want to look into her mind.
"Yes, as your friend." He finally told her with a smile.
Across the room, Thor stood by his mother. A large glass of ale sat in his hand while she drunk red wine. Both of their eyes were on Loki and the Princess of Alfheim, and both were more than happy for him.
Thor and Loki always did have their problems, they fought more often than they got along, but Thor truly thought the world of his younger brother. And to see him so at peace with himself, with a woman in his arms, Thor was more than happy.
