The Ball
The dark Prince looks himself over in his body-mirror. His formal attire is gar from his favorite clothing, though he won't admit it, he much rather be wearing a well tailored Midgardian suit. However for Frigga's grand ball he knows he must stick to what he's wearing.
As he stands there checking himself out, the Trickster thinks about his hatred from these evens and more so his obligation to attend. The Prince feels his frustration growing but calmly runs a hand through his slicked back mid length locks while reflecting on why he hates what he's about to put himself through. He shakes his head knowing everyone all dressed up, badly faking pleasantries and worst of all are the so-called ladies of the court would be there as usual. He rolls his eyes at the lot of them as memories of these former maidens throwing themselves at him while truly wishing to be bedded by his brother. The younger Prince smirks darkly as he remembers taking a few of them in their chambers but never his own.
His smirk, however quickly fades with the reality of those memories sink in causing him to let out a frustrated sigh as he conjures a dark green eye-mask to match his cape. The Sorcerer looks at his accessory when he suddenly remembers there will be one difference about this ball.
The Trickster chuckles as his smirk returns before he leaves the sight of his mirror before making his way out of his chambers and into the corridor. While he quickly walks in the direction of the ball he passes countless servants. The dark Prince silently chuckles as all of them quickly get out of his way more out of fear. Knowing it's that which he is able to do is the source of their fear only adds to his current state of delight. He considers giving the servants that which he knows they fear until he sees the all too familiar face of Odin's favorite General. It is with the sight of the only man who's bitterness matches that of the All-Father's that the Sorcerer cloaks himself in invisibility.
After easily sneaking past the biggest pain in his well toned ass, the Prince enters the room. Once inside, the Trickster makes sure he has gotten in unseen before reappearing. The Prince readjust his tunic before gracefully walking towards his mother's guest. Much to his dismay, he passes through several of the so-called maidens, some of which begin to paw at him. The Prince politely brushes a few of them off while others he completely ignores. He laughs at their open disappointment while he seeks the one true maiden and only one that truly longs to be his alone.
It doesn't take him long to find his beautiful full figured, spiky raven haired maiden. The young Prince allows himself a moment to admire her from a far. Her feminine black tunic and trousers hug her every curve right down to her black leather boots. He makes a quiet sound of lust before his eyes wonder to her dark blue cape as he adjust it leading him to look at her matching dark blue eye-mask.
With several guest between him and his beauty, the dark Prince begins to make his way towards the unique lady. The closer he gets to her, the more guest he has to get past. The Prince watches in dismay as she leaves her spot before he can get past the crowd. "Damn." he whispers before seeking her once more.
Just as he is about to use his magic to track her, he finds her at the desert table. The Sorcerer smirks before teleporting near the table. He takes a breathe before briefly scratching his palm while being unsure why being in her presence makes him feel so weak nor does he like it. However, much to his delight his moment of weakness is very short lived and quickly forgotten before he walks up to the table.
He glances at the deserts before picking up a dark chocolate brownie. "I do believe this will take care of your needs, Lady Astrid." The dark Prince says while putting on his charm. The up and coming Sorceress looks away from the table to see her Prince elegantly holding a mouth watering brownie. She reaches for it only for him to slightly move it out of her reach. "Allow me, my Lady." He offers before she can make a scene.
Even though he knows his request is odd, the Trickster is delighted when she chooses to comply. He hides his delight in favor of remaining collected for any prying eyes. Knowing he has everyone but his Lady fooled, he plays his actions off as a game while truly using it to distract her so his eyes can watch her mouth. However his time of watching is short lived as the brownie becomes the size of his fingers. The Trickster quickly brings his eyes back to her eyes before putting the last piece of chocolate into her mouth.
"Care to dance?" The Prince ask as he extends a hand after magicing the remains of brownie from it. "Let's do it." She realizes how her words sound after saying them. "I mean... Yes, my Prince." She says as she watches him smirk and enjoys the sound of his soft chuckle while she offers him a mischievous smirk of her own.
"Well then... Let's show them how it's done." The Trickster says with innuendo as he leads her onto the dance floor while also loving her using his royal title so openly. Once on the dance floor he smoothly places a hand on the small of her back before pulling her in close enough for her to firmly feel him against her. With her up against him, he places his free hand to join his other hand to her back while enjoying his touch, she remembers to place her arms around his neck. The so-thought of unlikely pair begin to dance. The Prince looks down at their feet to find Astrid stepping on his feet.
"Sorry, I've kinda got two left feet." Astrid tells him as she notices him slightly repositions his feet to dance around hers. "Do they no longer train the maidens of Midgard to dance?" He wonders aloud as they continue to dance. "I don't know... I didn't grow up with money. There were times I had to go mouths without a VCR... And even if I had grown up with money, I'd rather have gone to a metal show." She says without thinking about her words until her Prince laughs. "Don't let Frigga hear you say that... I would much rather be elsewhere as well." He tells her happily while looking her in the eyes.
The two forbidden would-be-lovers continue to move to the music when General Ivar spots them from a far. Knowing who his only daughter is dancing with, the now livid aging General storms towards them. "I care not if he is one of the princes... Her first dance at her first ball was to be mine." The ill tempered man says under his breathe.
Just as he begins to steal a kiss from Astrid, the Trickster hears the pain in his well toned ass approaching them. The Prince quickly breaks their embrace. "Ah... General... So good to see you." He says dryly while hating that his time with his beauty has been cut short. "Tell me, my Prince. Who do you believe yourself to be dancing with?" Ivar boldly questions knowing the younger man knows the answer. "Lady Astrid." He sees the all too familiar look of an angry father on the vexing General's face. "And your lovely daughter." The raven haired Prince answers then watches as he turns his attention to the woman in question. "I am sure you know with whom you have been dancing, Daughter." He scolds, awaiting a reply while offering her his hand. "Prince Loki." Astrid fondly says without trying to hide how much she adores the dark and forbidden Prince.
Feeling the tension building, Loki begins to back away. "Until we meet again..." He quickly takes her hand. "I bid you farewell, my lovely Lady Astrid." Loki says before kissing her hand and teleporting they know not where.