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Jane and Thor's wedding was everything Darcy expected it to be, it was big, grand and incredibly festive. She wondered if all weddings on Asgard were like this, but then again this was a royal wedding. Guests flocked from different corners of the universe baring gifts and congratulations for the happy couple. Darcy worried that Loki would do something to embarrass Thor on his wedding day. Though they unexpectedly became good friends these past few days, Darcy would choke him an inch from his life if he dared ruin Jane's wedding. She saw him throughout the day but didn't dare walk up to him although she wanted to. As much as she loved Jane, Darcy wanted to explore more of Asgard with Loki by her side before her stay comes to an end. She was crazy to admit she liked Loki and his wickedness.
The moment after Thor and Jane's first dance as husband and wife Darcy was swept onto the dance floor by Fandral. She was lucky the dance was similar to a waltz; silently thanking her overbearing mother for putting Darcy in ballroom classes as a kid. Halfway through the dance she felt a light tap on her shoulder, hoping to see Loki behind her, but felt the empty feeling of disappoint to see a tall redheaded man asking if he could cut in. Darcy looked at Fandral to decline his request for her but he separate himself from Darcy and polity bowed to take his leave. Darcy looked at Fandral's retrieving back and figured she had no other choice but to dance with the other man. From then on Darcy didn't expect to dance with so many people at Jane's wedding. Every dance started with one person and ended with someone else but it got outrageous when two men agreed to dance her at the same time.
She caught a break when the musicians stopped for a breather, shamelessly running from her dance partner she went for a drink. Her feet were killing her, if she continued to dance for the rest of the night she wouldn't be able to walk right away. It will give a new meaning to waltzing through life.
Darcy thought why Loki hasn't asked her to dance; maybe he didn't want to be seen with a lowly mortal in public. What a dick, she mused bitterly, swallowing her wine.
Feeling a smooth hand on her bare shoulder, she desperately wished it not her last partner. Unfortunately, it was her last dance partner. Feeling his cool breathes on her ear, the elf asked why she ran from him. But before Darcy could answer she didn't feel him hovering over her anymore. The next thing she knew he was shoved away by Loki, his eyes filled with intense rage. The elf lost his balance and fell to the ground; shock filled the people around her as well as Darcy.
"Are you insane?" Darcy gasped at Loki. He had even the audacity to smile and say yes! Un-fucking-believable!
Loki grabbed her cup of wine and placed it on the table. Taking her hand, he proceeded to drag her out of the party. He better be taking her to see more Asgard and with any luck, a dance. Or else!
