Chapter One – Loki

Loki hated these charity balls, they were entirely pointless. As if a group of rich people dancing the night away would make any difference!

A waiter was circling the room with a tray of exotic wine that Loki could neither locate nor pronounce but as the waiter headed his way he took a glass, he would need this and probably many more to get through the rest of the night. Just as he took a sip of his wine a group of females walked by him for the fourth time already that night; he highly doubted it was just a coincidence! As they passed him they began giggling and Loki let out a very exasperated sigh.

Just another reason why he hated these events, thank Odin he didn't have to stay much longer. He smiled at the thought of escaping this torture, he really only attended these to represent the house of Odin, to keep the mortals aware that Odin was interested in their activities. However, Odin was not really interested. He was the All-Father and to him Midgard was so small and insignificant that he begrudged going to their silly little events. Hence why Loki was here and he silently damned himself for his loyalty. He couldn't understand why Thor couldn't be sent to these instead of him. Thor certainly had a better rapport with the mortals and would have been far more social, enjoying the attentions of these females more than Loki ever would.

Once again the same group females passed him but this time one of them waved at him, he politely smiled back at her which was answered by the giggling that Loki had come to expect. He did so often wonder if that was all the communication these females were capable of?

Loki thought why they were so attracted to him; he was a tall man with shining emerald eyes and raven black hair. These features that made him stand out from all of the Aesir were the very same features that stirred distrust in many minds of Asgard. The female mortals seemed to find him extremely attractive though because of these features. He still looked to be in his early 20's which was, in reality, a very long time ago but thanks to his magic and the apples of Idunn that was not a hard lie keep. Loki was pulled out of his train of thought due to the clicking of heels; a woman of around the same age as him (or rather, the age he appeared to be) with blonde hair and blues eyes, slim and in an exceedingly tight black knee-length dress.

"Care for a dance?" She asked, raising her hand for him to take.

"No, thank you." He said, raising his right eyebrow in disbelief at her action and gently putting her hand back down by her side. He had almost forgotten to say thank you, though he never meant it. He only said it out of courtesy and politeness.

For a split second she looked hurt before raising her shoulders up and walking away in the most dramatic fashion.

Loki had to be utterly honest the attention was quite fun but the novelty wore off very quickly.

Downing what was left of his glass of wine, he made his way to the cloakroom that he may collect his coat and leave. The thought made him giddy with glee.

It was as he shrugged into his coat that he heard it, a laugh; genuine but unconfident and completely beautiful. Mesmerised he saw through a gap in the dancers to see a woman with black hair and a deep blue dress. Not entirely sure just how in control of his actions he was he murmured something about deciding not to leave just yet and handed his coat back to the cloakroom attendant and set about finding this enchanting woman.