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Hi! This is my first LOKANE fanfic :D I was just reading before but for now, how about I'll try to write? Well, so here it goes, I hope you'll like it. :)
Anyway, this could be a ONESHOT, it will depend on how the readers will perceive it if I will continue it or not. :)
He sighed as his long, pale yet elegant fingers drummed silently at the side of his chair. He didn't bother to look at the queen sitting at his left. He knew full well that she will force him to go and ask a fair young maiden to dance, he mentally snorted at the thought, which he never liked at all.
His disinterested eyes looked fully around the lavishly decorated hall which is currently full of outrageously colourful gowns which the ladies wore just to avoid his mother's gaze. His disgust written all over his face, if not for his mother, he would not have bothered to come at all.
"Dear, you should go and enjoy yourself, this ball is dedicated to you after all." The queen, Frigga, murmured.
He merely pursed his lips, with Thor's engagement to the nearby kingdom's princess, he is left to the den of female wolves who absolutely eyes not only his good looks but also the status he's in. He is the second prince of Asgard after all.
"Mother, how many times do I have to tell you I do not need a woman? I have gone my fair share with them only to find they are nothing but gold diggers." He replied smoothly, if not for his poisonous words, it would have been like music given the good, smooth quality of his voice.
"Loki." despite her controlled voice, her eyes didn't hide the scandal she felt.
"I apologize mother, but I will not change my opinion of that matter."
"Why are you so against it? I know you sneak off with women behind my back." His mother replied.
Loki thought of how the women would eye him lasciviously. Beneath their modest gestures to hide their faces with their fans were vultures who wait for their prey. "I am still a man mother." He answered.
He watched as Thor laughed happily as they danced together with his betrothed, the princess Sif. She is beautiful alright, but his brother's taste were never the same as his.
He tilted his head to gaze at his mother's loving eyes, "The king is gesturing for you mother, do not worry about me, I am fine here all by myself."
The queen didn't miss how Loki referred to his father as king and to her as mother. She sighed, when will the two ever go on as true father and son?
His mother kissed his cheek lightly, "I do hope before this evening ends that you'll find a dance partner for yourself," she smiled, Loki knew there would be no other woman who would be more beautiful than her, "it will be a waste to not see your talent in dancing."
If he was still a child, he would have rolled his eyes. He watched as the others gave way for the king and queen. Despite the queen's obvious merriment, the king is not even smiling, but the glow in his eyes suggest how he admired his wife. He wondered how could his mother fall to a guy like him. Then he frowned, remembering once that his mother told him he was very much alike his father. Despite Thor who got their father's looks, it was him who got most of the king's attitude. The queen even laughed at that time saying that maybe it was because of their likeness that they could never stand sitting near each other for more than what is necessary.
He really craved for sleep but the moment his eyes caught a glimpse in the entrance, just like the first morning breath of the wind, the first ray of sunshine after a long season of rain, he saw someone who made his heart leap.
The maiden wore a gown of light green which reminded him clearly of his eyes. Her long brown tresses were curly which swayed with her gentle movements. Her angelic face gleaming with childish happiness and wonder.
Before he realized, he stand and then walked to her direction, ignoring the hopeful stares of those he passed since this is the first time he stood for the evening.
Her gaze settled to his. He noticed how her eyes reminded him of chocolate. He smiled, hoping it does not resemble the usual smirk he wore and took her hand as he bowed his head to kiss it, "A pleasure milady, will you honor this humble man your name?" he asked, suddenly thankful of his voice that was praised by many. He knew his mother is observing him. He will have to endure her remarks later on but for now, his goal is to know the lovely creature in front of him, suddenly wondering if she is real after all.
Jane stopped at the entrance of the hall. Her heart beat rapidly. Will she go? But what if her stepmother or her step sisters will see her? But then again, will they recognize her?
She shook her head and continued walking, ignoring the goosebumps that is creeping on her skin. She just can't afford to waste the efforts of those who helped her just to attend this ball. The first ball she will ever attend in her life.
At first, she didn't want to go, not confident of her looks. But they assured her that she was beautiful. As she entered the hall of the castle where the ball is held at, she can't help but gape at the beautifully decorated hall. She must be gawking for a little while until she realized a man was coming her way. His green eyes held hers and she can't help but to look. His black attire except for some green accents seemed a little out-of-place but the way he carried it make you think otherwise, just like an arrogant prince blessed with charm and beauty.
Without a warning he lifted her hand to touch his lips, "A pleasure milady, will you honor this humble man your name?" he murmured, his voice like sweet honey delicately touching he ears. She flushed, hoping it was unnoticed due to her light makeup. He slightly lifted his head to lock her gaze once again and Jane was again stunned by their rich color, green with a hint of gray.
Then it came to Jane. His dark attire, his raven hair, his pale complexion and those piercing green orbs. She gulped. The one bowing at her is the known dark prince of Asgard.
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