Rating: K+ for now, but it probably will become a T or an M for later chapters!

A/N: So this is my first ever story, I hope you like it! This is not a one-shot, this will be a story, although progress may take some time, I have a few exams coming up shortly so... yeah! Please review if you have the time, I need to know what to improve on!

WARNING: This will become a bit sadistic, although I won't be writing alot of sexy times. Dark!Loki

I do not own Loki (although I wish I did) or Thor or Marvel. Astrid is my OC!

Astrid POV

"He's staring at you again, Astrid." Freydis whispered, her hazel eyes alight with humour.

"Will you please be quiet? The whole of Asgard can hear you, never mind him who's not even on the other side of the room." I hissed, slapping her arm gently but with purpose. She giggled and twirled her blonde hair, oblivious to the three other Asgardian men that stood watching her practically dribbling.

"You two would be so good together!" She said, a whine creeping into her tone.

"Freydis, silence!" I hissed, command creeping into my tone. She huffed angrily but obeyed. I sneaked a look at him anyway, out of my own naïve habits. He was- his emerald eyes sparkled at me from across the room. I found my lungs refused to breathe. He looked like he wasn't emotionally in the room but elsewhere, but snapped to when he felt my gaze returning his. He visibly focused on me, smiled softly and dragged his eyes away from me.

I felt myself able to breathe again. I sighed in relief. That smile wasn't completely genuine- there was something about it that I didn't trust.

"I told you." Freydis smirked, her head cocking from one side to another along with her trilling three words. I had to clench my fist to stop it from colliding with her face. I looked back at him- and he was watching- he saw my fist and I knew he knew what was running through my mind. I breathed out and relaxed my fist. My eyes softened again and he no longer looked my way. He had jet black hair, emerald eyes and golden armour with a silky green cape that trailed behind him, giving him an enigmatic charm about him. His name was Loki, and he was the God of lies and mischief- and he was undeniably attractive. Freydis will be married soon, I thought sorrowfully, and I am still alone. My mother always told me the more independent the better, but for once in my life I wanted someone to be with me. My heart wilted that it could not be Loki.

Loki POV

I had never considered anyone to be beautiful. I didn't spend hours thinking it through unlike the other pitiful souls around Asgard- I worked on my spells and magic, and played tricks on my family. But when I first saw Astrid something changed. I found myself struggling to not look at her- her emotions were amusing- like when I watched her almost punch her 'friend' who I suspect she wasn't that close to anyway. Freydis agitated me- she twirled her hair unnecessarily and laughed like a braying nag and she obstructed my view of Astrid. Astrid had soft blue eyes that were like a blissful Asgardian lake when she was happy- but when she was upset her eyes were a dark blue that resembled deathly evil. I admired her- her hair was a soft auburn that enveloped her face perfectly and ran down just under her shoulders- her skin was pale, and therefore her dresses were often a darker colour. On this particular occasion she wore a black dress that swept across the floor, and for some reason it sent shivers down my spine. Her eyes swept across the room, ignoring everyone. And then she cast a glance at me. I held my breath- she appeared to do the same. Everyone else around us seemed to halt, observing us together. She broke the unusual tension with a smile, and carried on walking to join Freydis. I heard everything Astrid said, and I saw a delicate blush creep to Astrid's pale cheeks. She was visibly uncomfortable, but I could tell by her eyes that there was a small part of her that enjoyed Freydis' accusations. I didn't blush or falter my gaze- if this was the most fun I was going to have stuck here at a miserable ball I might as well have a go. I heard my brother approach me from behind. I tilted my head to indicate I recognised his presence.

"You will not dance, brother?" Thor's voice boomed, hints of politeness and pity in his voice.

"Thor, you need no answer. I shall watch and wait until the first person leaves."

"It's mandatory you stay until the end of the ball, brother, for our parents have decreed it." Thor said. My heart sunk as I realised escaping wouldn't be possible that night. Any happiness and tranquillity in my soul was replaced with impatience and anger. Thor sensed the change and departed, and I noted his wisdom. I felt a pair of eyes on me, and I instinctively turned to look at Astrid. She was looking at me, then she turned away under my gaze. I honed in on her words.

"I don't want to be here, Freydis. There is no one to dance with; I'm having a miserable time." I heard Astrid whisper. Freydis shrugged and went to dance with her partner. Something in my mind warned me not to go through with what I was plannng on- I went against it and won the battle with my consciousness. I walked over to where Astrid stood, and again I felt many eyes upon us. I bowed down to her, took her hand and kissed it.

"May I have this dance?" I enquired. I saw Astrid go through many emotions in one go- fear, shock, happiness, and… lust? Surely not- wishful thinking.

"Of course, sir." She responded, in her soprano voice.

"Please, call me Loki." I granted, a smile creeping onto my face.

"Loki." She repeated tentatively.

I led her onto the dance floor, casting a swift glance to my surprised family. Mother was beaming with Thor, and father smiled bravely. One day I will decipher his secret to his shy behaviour to my triumphs. I vowed. Astrid and I twirled to the music, a romantic piece with a haunting echo. My thoughts uncontrollably turned to a darker tone- I wanted to love her and hurt her- her face looked so breakable- I shook the thought from my mind but I couldn't avoid a smile that had a menacing tone to it. We danced together with what felt like hours, when it had merely been three songs. Astrid smiled a genuine smile at me- I prayed she didn't notice my evil smile.

"Why me?" She asked suddenly, taking me off guard.

"You were lonely and I feel like an angel, stopping you from having a miserable time." I said with a smirk, not realising what I said was what Midgardians would call flirting.

"Well, then I thank you for making my evening an enlightening one." She said, with a small giggle. My stomach twisted at her laugh. It was beautiful.

"Well, Loki, I thank you again. I must depart- for I fear any longer and the seething glares from the maidens of Asgard will surely burn into my back like acid." She joked- yet something in her voice told me there was more to it than another's jealousy- Astrid had a reputation for stubbornness. She blinked earnestly at me once more, and left. I was left, star struck to watch her walk away. Freydis went to talk to her but Astrid shook her head and ran lightly up the staircase.

Astrid POV

I remember all through the dance I stared into his eyes- the beautiful emeralds that searched mine- seeking something I couldn't put my finger on. Without intention my eyes wandered down to his lips- he smirked at that. A delicate blush crept onto my features, and recognising that only made me blush more. With a quick caress, Loki's cool fingers cooled down my cheeks. I smiled my gratitude to him. He was certainly impressive- his black hair was slicked back but naturally- it gave him a younger face. He was lean but when I leant into him I discovered he was actually quite muscled. He was quite cool-skinned- I first shivered upon touching him- but honestly I wasn't sure if I shivered because of the temperature of his skin… or something else entirely. When I shivered his bright green eyes darkened slightly- he straightened up and if the room was silent I was certain I heard a hiss. However he seemed to compose his emotions again, and gave me a smile. My heart crumpled under it- it was like the moonlight and sunlight all at once, blinding me pleasantly. As we danced, his smile became something else. I couldn't place it until after I left. The last time I saw a smile like that was my father's- before he went and killed three people of Asgard and then himself, deemed insane.

That night, my head swam with the two sides I'd briefly seen of Loki- the honest (as honest as a god of mischief and lies can get anyway) and caring Loki, and the evil Loki. My vision was darkened, and that gave me a sense of impending danger and evil. I woke up screaming, my face cold and damp, my hair bedraggled and tears in my eyes. I sobbed when my consciousness bubbled to the surface. I sobbed with a small scream when I realised I wasn't alone in my chambers- someone was holding me gently- neither comfortingly nor menacingly- just there. I looked round to see the person holding me, and everything stopped- my thoughts, my breath, my pulse, everything stopped, when I laid my eyes on the devil and the angel. Loki, God of Mischief and Lies was holding me.