I wrote this for my friend Cassie, who likes herself a crossdressin Loki. (this is really short)
Loki's hands smoothed down a few wrinkles in the fabric. His hands shook slightly, tiny tremors running through them, stopped when he clenched his fingers together. Despite the excitement turning his breath shallow, nervousness twanged at his heart. Loki turned slightly in the mirror, marveling at how the soft pink swished so gently over his thighs. The color of the dress was a delicate compliment to Loki's pale skin, making him look just like a porcelain doll.
His lips, likewise, had been dressed in pale pink, like tiny rose petals. They were pressed together in a thin line, an after-effect of his jitters. A few more seconds stretched on before Loki dared to move again. This time, he turned in a full circle, slowly and silently, like a wind-up ballerina, scared of breaking the atmosphere his outfit had created.
He tried to calm his breathing, reasoning that the carefulness was ridiculous after so long of imagining this, but it was futile. Loki's breaths continued to stop short of a lungfull, and his heart continued to beat out an unsteady rhythm. An ethereal beauty seemed to have lain over him in a thin sheet, smoothing out his coarse edges and brightening the very room Loki stood in. In this moment, he was beyond perfect.
