Hey guys! I've updated (at last) sorry- had lots of coursework to do! Here's some fluff for you to enjoy- and please review they're all appreciated and make me feel all warm inside! Enjoy! :D
The next day passed incredibly slowly. I had to find something to do for the entire day. In truth, I just wanted to find Loki. I knew I had to turn down the dance. I couldn't dance- and certainly not with the prince of Asgard. I just had to find him.
That morning, I had sat staring into my dresser mirror, brushing my long auburn hair. I tied it partially up, and plaited small sections of, wrapping it around my head. I slipped into my favourite purple dress, with a long free flowing skirt, and gold braid around my waist.
I walked through the corridors. It was early. I slipped my velvet cloak around my shoulder and pulled the hood over my head. I walked through the cold air, the icy breeze biting my face. I'd decided to go for a walk. Just around. I wasn't sure exactly where to go. But I needed to talk to him. But if I did decline his offer, then would he ask for the bracelet back? Or ask me for another favour? Well I wouldn't do it. But I still had to talk to him.
In the end, I gave up my search and went back to the library. The familiar musk of the books hit my nose, I picked up a book, sat down at the table, and then was very conscience of the fact someone was standing behind me.
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It was pointless. I had sat in the library, waiting. Waiting for her. I just wanted to see her. The first woman I had ever dreamt of. First woman ever, ever dreamt of. The first woman I had thought of as I lay in my bed that night, desperately trying to sleep, and the first thought that crossed my mind when I opened my eyes. Yet, here I was. I stood in the shelves, waiting, watching the door. And yet the one time I didn't instantly spin around, to acknowledge the latest visitor, it was her. Typical. And then my instincts took over. Under my cloak of invisibility, I edged closer. I watched her pick up a book and sit at a table with her back to me. I stood next to the closest bookshelf, watching her. And then I walked up very close to her, and she turned round to face me. I moved quickly to the other side of the table, and sat down opposite to her. Then I became visible.
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Suddenly, he appeared before me. He terrified me, just from the shear surprise of turning around and seeing his face. Finally. His face. Just his general presence. Recovering from the initial shock, helped by Loki's smirk which caressed his face. I watched him intensely.
"Ok stop it with this intense watching thing- its creepy" he said
"Wait- what? I'm creeping you out? You? The god of mischief and such like? Seriously!" Loki smirked as I said this. "Anyway, I'm kind of glad we've crossed paths today." I said, casually slipping it into the conversation.
"You are?" he asked, shifting into a more comfortable position, I imagined he thought this was going to be a long explanatory story, when it really wasn't. "Wait. Don't tell me. You're backing out of our deal?"
I smiled meekly, and stared at my hands, now curled into a ball in my lap beneath the table "I have to" I eventually said
"Why?" he asked, as I instantly tensed up, expecting anger in his voice- yet I found none
"Because, my Lord, I can't dance." I let the silence fall for a while, refusing to look up from my hands, which now traced my amber ring and my mothers' bracelet on my right hand. Refusing to continue with an awkward conversation I; unwillingly, stood up "Forgive and excuse me my Lord, but I must go"
Then he stood up. I'd forgotten how tall he was. "Come to the library again tonight. Please" he said softly. So I agreed, curtsied and silently left.
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She couldn't dance? What kind of a respectable, high class Lady, couldn't dance? It was obviously an excuse. As if she could ever want to dance with me? Obviously Thor had asked her instead, and her being a female, she naturally accepted, with a flutter of her eyelashes and a red blush embedded in her cheeks.
I paced through my room. I had a plan, but as I had formulated it in the Great Library, I had no idea about Thor. Because when I was with her, I didn't care. Thor could do whatever he wanted, because she was mine. I highly doubted she'd ever choose him over me, she didn't have the confidence in herself to think she'd ever deserve him, the same way I'd never think I'd deserve her. But she did deserve him. She could have her pick of any man, but she just doesn't believe she could.
And now, I couldn't wait for her to turn up in the library. Because I was going to ensure that she could dance with me.
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It was dark again. Under the cover of night, I crept back to the library. How could he possibly know I can't sleep? I closed the door behind me, and turned round to what I thought would be a deserted library.
Which it was, except there were candles everywhere. And Loki. Standing in the middle of them all, the candle light catching his face beautifully. I gasped quietly. I had no idea what to say, or what to do. Instead, I curtsied. He bowed slightly, then looked up at me with his captivating eyes, and held his hand out to me.
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I wasn't too sure about the candles. Would she be thrown off at the idea of flames by books? I paced around. Tonight would be the night she'd sleep soundly. I sighed. She wasn't going to come. And even if she did, this plan would freak her out. I'd have made a fool of myself.
Then I heard the door open, and I stood in the middles of the candles, praying that it actually was her. Which it was. I heard her quiet gasp, and the look of curiosity and surprise in her eyes. The way the candle light catch her face. Formalities out of the way, I extended my hand to her, which to my utter joy, she accepted.
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He pulled me towards him, placed my other hand on the top of his arm and his around my waist. He was going to teach me to dance! And who'd have thought the smaller brother would have muscles through all that leather? I blushed, and refused to think anymore. He muttered instructions to me, about my feet, and to not keep looking down and various other things. Other than that, we didn't talk. We just concentrated on dancing, until eventually; I didn't need to stare at my feet.
"See there you go!" he said, clearly proud of his student
I laughed and so did he. It was strange hearing Loki laugh. He had a nice laugh, and his face was drastically improved by it. I silently told myself to tell him that.
Eventually, we parted, and I headed for the door. "Thank you Loki. But I have to ask. Why did you teach me this?" I asked
"So that you can dance with me." He said quietly, his back to me "sorry, so that you could dance with whoever took your fancy."
He sounded sad "And who might that be?" I asked quickly
He turned to face me "Thor of course. Is he not the one every woman lusts after?" he was starting to sound hostile. I didn't like it. I was not going to allow him to ruin this moment for me.
I pulled on the door handle "Not me" I said. And calmly walked out of the door, leaving him standing in the library.
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"Not me" She actually said that? She said that she wasn't interested in Thor! Then I realised, as I blew the last of the candles out, that I had successfully ruined a moment. It was all perfectly fine, we were actually laughing as we danced. And I had ruined it, because I'd dragged her into a feud between Thor and me.
As I walked back to my chambers, I threw myself down on my bed, cursing myself. I'd ruined things with her.