A/N: Hi! I'm late once again - sorry (I should be more punctual)! I have somewhat mixed feelings for this chapter; I love it and yet some parts about it I dislike so much... What do you think?
"Which one of you, beautiful ladies, would join me on the ice?" Loke smiled at the women that had come to watch him. He took a hand out of his fur-lined pocket and with a slight bow extended it to them. "There are so many of you today. Ah, I wish I could dance with you all. If only I had all the time in the world to spend it with you…"
"Me!"
"I'm coming!"
"Loke, I love you!"
An army of girls had occupied Loke's little spot of the lake. Some things could never be avoided - the perils of popularity, after all. Loke smirked; only a fool would call all those lovely ladies a peril.
"Too bad, my sweeties. I can't spend time with all of you. it would be so unfair to give myself only to few of my fans and leave the others on the banks of my love. That's why," he slid away from the horde of women, "I will make a special show only for you!"
A single blown kiss sent the whole crowd in screaming ecstasy. Well, now Loke could not let them down - not that he would ever think he could let down his fans. "May the special begin!" Loke shouted and slid over the ice, his left leg first.
Nobody before had seen the program - Loke had styled it after all those dance parties had been invited to. A secret gift rehearsed at every free moment. The recipient - all those fans who adored him. He kept his eyes fixed on the circle of ladies, throwing kisses as if they were bouquets at a wedding. His legs dashed fast over the ice; he drew wide ellipses and snapped his fingers in the rhythm of the missing music. The first spin came and went; the fans cheered even louder.
"Thank you! Thank you so much!" Time to raise the stakes. Loke kicked upwards with his right leg, drawing an arch and then pushing himself left. His keens bent, preparing for a jump; his fans grew silent. All eyes locked on Loke, not daring distract him with a single sound. How could he leave them hanging? He propelled himself up - flying like a fairy - and spun three times before falling on the ice. The jump drew endless ovations from the women - and half of the program had not even passed yet.
There were few more jumps planned - Loke thanked his almost endless stamina when it came to sports. Each one caused even more cheers than the previous one - each one made the women adore Loke even more. He finished the last pirouette and bowed.
Rounds of applause filled the air: "Again! Again!"
"Oh, thank you so much! I can't disappoint you by leaving now, can I?" After all, the program was made to be shown off.
