The Rules of Living with the Avengers

18. Dance Offs with Loki are forbidden.

Music blaring from the speakers and dressed in short shorts, high heels and a cropped top, I run into the living room with a grin. "Everyone! Let's have a dance-off!" I say.

"What the hell are you wearing?" Tony glares at me. "Oi, Capsicle, stop staring!" Steve blushes and mumbles apologies. I sit next to my amazing boyfriend and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing his cheek.

"You want a dance-off, don't you?" I say.

"I..I suppose...if I must for you." He blushes. "I like your clothes. Outfit. You. I like you."

"Yeah, mate, so do I," Clint grins and Natasha hits him. "Ow! Tasha, I was merely observing what a fine specimen the young Potts is. So fine."

I smile happily. "We will dance," I say. "Tony versus Clint first?"

"Do I have to?" Tony moans but I push him up and Clint gets into position. I click a few buttons on my remote and Pound the Alarm by Nicki Minaj plays loudly. Clint screams hell yeah and starts grinding to the music.
And I mean grinding. In the air.

"Good God, have some dignity!" Natasha throws a pillow at him and I laugh.

"Dignity is my middle name!" Clint winks.

"No it's not! It's Francis!" Bruce joins in and I burst into peals of laughter. Clinton Francis Barton. Dear God.

"I think Tony wins that one," I say when the music ends and Tony is still stood, glaring at me. "Because we're all scarred from Francis' peformance. Bruce versus Natasha."

Bruce sighs and reluctantly gets up. Natasha slides up elegantly to the catcalls from Tony, Loki and Clint.

I clap my hands and Trumpets by Jason Derulo comes on. "It had to be a sexy one, didn't it?" Bruce says to me.

I shrug. "It's on shuffle. JARVIS is choosing."

"JARVIS, can't you change it?" Bruce asks, exasperated.

"No," the AI responds.

"Why not?"

"It amuses me."

I grin as Natasha starts really dancing, sliding her hands everywhere and spinning and twirling and flipping. Bruce jumps up and down on the spot like I did in high school dances. "Dance, monkey, dance!" I yell at him. The normally placid and well-mannered Bruce gives me the finger and I laugh. The song ends and the pair sit down. "Natasha wins that."

"Because she's the best dancer," Clint says flirting.

"Oh you haven't seen me yet," Loki grins.

...
"Finally, Loki versus me!" I say. Some electronic-sounding dance music comes on and I smile. He'll know classic dances and how to tango or salsa, not this kind of dancing.

"See you after I win, mortal," Loki basically hugs me and kisses me lightly then releases me. I stumble backwards, eyes wide and heart fluttering too much for someone who has the most perfect boyfriend ever.

Then.
Loki.
Starts.
To.
Dance

If the video above doesn't work, just type in YouTube Tom Hiddleston dancing and you'll get what I mean.
He's awesome. I want to dance with him.
And cuddle him. But that's another story.