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“You look lovely, my lady,” says Thor as you enter the ballroom. You don’t feel very lovely, though. You’re not the type to wear a fancy dress or jewels, yet here you are, dressed to the nines for Thor’s party. You feel silly, really, in your long gown, your hair and makeup done just right by the handmaids Thor had assigned to take care of you. You are, after all, his guest on Asgard.
You make your way through the crowd of people to where Thor is standing. “Hi there,” you say somewhat timidly. “I feel kind of out of place here. Parties are really not my thing.”
“I’m glad you came,” Thor replies. “There’s some people I’d like you to meet.”
He takes you by the hand and leads you over to a small group of people. Your heart starts beating faster and you can feel your throat tighten. You do not like talking to people you don’t know. Yet you try to put on your best face.
As Thor is introducing you around, you notice a tall, dark figure standing out on the balcony. It's Loki, Thor's brother. He looks as uncomfortable as you. You secretly wish you could go hide out on the balcony with him and away from all the commotion.
Thor notices you looking at his brother. “Don’t mind Loki,” he says. “He’s not feeling very social I’m afraid.”
You smile at Thor and turn to look back at Loki, but he has disappeared from the balcony.
You do your best to fit in at the party. It feels like you’ve met everyone in Asgard, and you can’t remember anyone’s name. You need a drink. Suddenly you hear music coming from somewhere, and you notice people starting to dance. Oh no, you think to yourself, Not dancing. Anything but that.
As people pair off, you try to sneak off to the balcony where you saw Loki before, but Thor steps in front of you. “Dance with me, my lady!” he says, throwing his arms around you and literally sweeping you off your feet.
You grin sheepishly as the two of you start dancing. Thor’s a big man, and you feel rather insignificant dancing with a god, especially one like Thor. His arm feels like a tree trunk around your waist. He smiles down at you. “I do hope you’re enjoying yourself,” he says.
“Well, I’m trying,” you tell Thor as you try to follow his steps. “It’s a bit of a new experience for me, being here on Asgard. It's such a unique place.”
"Aye, it is," says Thor. "And you fit in perfectly here, I must say."
"I do?" You don't believe him.
“May I cut in?” a voice says from behind you. You and Thor stop dancing and you turn around to see who it is. It’s Loki.
“Certainly, brother,” says Thor. Loki smiles at you and offers his arm. You take it, and he leads you to a quieter corner of the dance floor.
The two of you dance quietly for a few minutes. Loki is very different from his brother. Not nearly as muscular, yet still quite attractive in his own way. You feel oddly at peace in his arms as he leads you around the floor. You look up at him. His eyes are a beautiful shade of blue, unlike any you’ve ever seen. And he’s tall, so very tall.
Loki looks down at you, and finally breaks the silence.
“You looked about as uncomfortable as I am,” he says. “I thought you’d have enjoyed all the attention from my brother.”
“Nah,” you say. “Thor’s nice and all, but he’s a bit too… boisterous… for my tastes. Don’t tell him I said that, though.”
Loki smiles. “I won’t.”
“What about you? Why are you so uncomfortable?” you ask. “Aren’t you used to these things?”
“Ah, yes, well,” Loki says. “My brother is the social one. I prefer to sit alone and read.”
“Me too,” you reply. The music stops.
“Come, [Y/N], walk with me,” Loki says.