Hey guys, nice to see you all again! Please please review, I'm 6 away from 50! So this chapter was heavily inspired by the wedding dress scene in Twilight: Breaking Dawn Pt 1. It's so cute (I'm a major fan of Twilight btw).
I really wanted to see Natasha as a bit of a softy (and develop the NatashaxClint side ship I have going on in case you haven't noticed yet)
Song: Sleeping at last- Turning Page (Twilight Breaking Dawn OST)
Haunt me Chapter 13
"I'm used to this- back in Russia when I was in disguise I used to have to attend events such as this. I know where to shop and what to shop for. You have to hurry up and decide! The ball is tomorrow! Why didn't you prepare weeks ago?" Natasha insisted, her tone getting increasingly angrier.
"I know. But back in Asgard we don't prepare until…" I was trying to defend my Asgardian nature.
"This isn't Asgard, Sigyn. This is Midgard. And here the dresses are far different. It's survival of the sexiest." She interrupted with a joke. She stopped laughing when she realised I didn't understand her reference. We were perched on the bed in my chambers. She had been rooting through my wardrobe for something appropriate for me to wear.
"Fine! What are you wearing?" I was exasperated- I had been pettily arguing with Natasha for almost an hour.
"I'm wearing a satin ball gown in black."
"What length is it?"
"Normally at balls we wear long dresses, so mine reaches the floor, give or take a few inches."
"It sounds beautiful." I admitted with a soft sigh.
"It is- I can't wait to wear it."
"I'm sure Clint can't wait for you to wear it either." I said cheekily.
"Shut up! Anyway, it looks like I'll have to dress you." She sighed, slamming shut my wardrobe. The glass upon it shuddered like ripples in water. I began to blush.
"What're you blushing for?" She peered at me. I didn't answer her, but the slam on the door that made the room echo told her all she needed to know.
"Oh." She turned away to busy herself with her clothes, despite the fact they were flawless.
"I'm up here." I called, just so he was aware. I heard the first step creak like a tree in a breeze and quickly called to him again.
"But don't come up here! I'm getting changed." I laughed at his obvious embarrassment. I could sense it on him a mile off.
"You two are so close." Natasha commented. I had briefly forgotten of her existence. I felt guilty and stood up.
"Yes. Just like you and-"
"Don't you dare say Clint. If you do, I'll show you how I interrogate people." She intercepted.
"What is between you two anyway?" I ventured bravely, painting my tone to be only mildly interested.
"We're just colleagues. We stuck together in the hardest of times, and that is all there is to it." She explained. I nodded and studied my nails with sudden false fascination. After several minutes of me staring at my cuticles, she spoke up, making me jump in surprise.
"Okay! This would look awesome on you!" She exclaimed, pulling out delicately from the burrows of my clothes a long green dress. The hem of the dress would trail along the floor. The shoulders were like veils, embroidered with dark green synthetic jewels. Although the dress had no sleeves, the shoulders of the dress would slip down my arms to expose my collarbones. Natasha turned around and I slipped on the dress. It was stunning. The green suited me well and contrasted with my golden hair and azure eyes. My hair flowed to embrace my abdomen. The shoulders slipped down my arms, and the dress showed a scandalous amount of cleavage, but it was beautiful.
"Has Loki prepared a suit yet?" She asked as she fiddled and adjusted the corset at the back of the dress.
"He has several in his possession- he's using his smartest one." I gushed.
"I'm sure you two will look beautiful. Plus I think he'll like the colour- he seems to have a preference for green." She noticed. I nodded in agreement. I was pleased that Natasha did not speak as crudely of Loki as she once did. There was still undeniable tension between the Avengers and Loki, but they ought to thank him because his invasion motivated Fury to bring the team together.
"Well, now your dress is sorted, all that's left to do is your hair and make-up. I shall come over and do it for you. I want you to look your best for Loki." She gave a warm smile. I took the dress off, put back on my clothes and hugged Natasha.
"Thank you."
"It's nothing. I'd best be off then." She concluded. We walked down the stairs where we met Loki. She and Loki did not talk. They stared at each other as they passed. The room almost felt colder when they brushed each other. I looked down anxiously, unable to watch the two people who meant the most to me look at each other with such hatred. Natasha mumbled a hushed goodbye and ran swiftly out of the door, slamming the door behind her.
"That poor door must be so fed up with the abuse it receives." I yelled at her, knowing she could hear.
"Where is the ball to be held?" He asked, walking away to sit in the living room.
"There's a special hall concealed beneath the foundations of the building. It's quite large- they showed me it. It'll look fantastic when it's decorated for tomorrow." I clasped my hands together and to my chest in delight.
"What if it's actually really disappointing?" He teased.
"Then I'd cry." I said, pretending to joke when I knew it was the truth.
"Good morning Loki." I managed to say amongst my rushing. I was speeding through my breakfast, too nervous to like it anyway.
"What has you in such a hurry?" He was incredulous to my nervousness.
"Because I'm nervous for the ball." I admitted, stopping to take an un-ladylike gulp of my fruit drink.
"What is there to be nervous of?" He asked; his tone was hard and emotionless.
"It doesn't matter. I suggest you make yourself scarce in an hour. Natasha is coming over and I don't think you should be near each other, especially since tension is mounting in preparation for tonight."
"It's tonight- why are you getting ready now?" He smiled at my panic.
"Because it's 1 o clock, Loki. I got up an hour before you did. We overslept!" I cried, pointing at the clock that hung on the wall rather precariously. His lips formed an o shape, but he made no sound from those lips.
"Indeed." I commented, before shoving him lightly out of the room.
"What are you going to do anyway?" I asked in confusion. I had been so busy planning what to wear and mentally preparing myself I'd left out Loki and his plans.
"I'm to spend some time with the Avengers- Fury's orders." He grimaced and stared at the door that loomed ever closer.
"I'm sorry. I hope their kind to you." I warned.
"I will mirror their behaviour." He smiled.
"That's what I'm worried about." I called just as he closed the door behind him. I dug out the phone from my leather jacket (kindly donated by Steve) and pressed the 2 button on it to call Natasha. After the third ring she answered.
"When can I come over?" She didn't even greet me; merely ask when she could visit.
"I was about to bath. You can allow yourself in; I'll be out in about 30 minutes." Whilst I spoke I jogged up the stairs and opened the creaking bathroom door. I clicked on the light which flickered slowly to produce a dim luminescence. I turned both the hot and cold taps to the left and it gushed suddenly, making my ears ring.
"Okay- I'll just watch TV or something until you shout out to me." She concluded, before ending the conversation. Rather abrupt. I thought. I wonder if she's nervous. I poured in a rose essence and swirled it in the tepid water. I sat staring emptily at the dingy corner of the room the light failed to reach. After several minutes of blank expressions, I turned the taps off, pulled off my silk dressing gown, locked the unstable lock and slipped in. I sighed in happiness at the sensation of the warm water seeping into my skin and cleansing me. I inhaled the rose scent that clung to the air heavily. I pushed my head below the water and felt it rush over me. I became still and stared at the minute ripples that quivered above me. I closed my eyes and relaxed. I faintly heard the door open and close. I knew it was Natasha and so I ignored it. I sat up slowly and pleasurably to breathe again, and leant my head against the edge of the bath. I lathered lotion and soft moisturiser on my skin. I then leisurely massaged it off and left the water as I found it- peaceful and luscious. I slipped on my sating dressing gown and called to Natasha. I sat on my large bed and observed myself in the large mirror. I heard her clonk quietly up the wooden stairs into the room. My jaw dropped as I took in her appearance. She wore a black gown that revealed a moderate amount of her breasts. It reached her legs and curled out, and twirled as she did. It clung to the skin, making her curves noticeable. She looked stunning. She wore more make-up than usual, and her hair was curled so it looked like red serpents entwined on her.
"Tash… you look beautiful." I gasped. She looked down with a bashful smile.
"Thank you. But I want this to focus on you. So if I look beautiful, you're going to look incredible." She winked as she fiddled with my hair.
"You can shut your eyes if you want and have a doze whilst I do this- I'll be a while." She said as she pulled out from the wardrobe my dress and a large red sack that bulged at every corner.
"Thank you again, Tash. I want to look beautiful. I've never been given the chance before." I admitted, my turn to be bashful.
"That's fine. I don't know what the deal is in Asgard with things like this, but you're gonna get a make-over Midgardian style." She chuckled. I felt her cool, bony fingers trail through my hair, spraying it with substances that smelt of Ambrosia and chemicals, brushing it and tying it and using metal rods to curl it.
"I'm gonna curl it, curls go best with your dress and you in general." She explained as she pulled out a large and unrecognisable object and curled strands of my hair around it. I shut my eyes and allowed her to continue. After a while the smell of burning hair had evaporated and my hair was left alone. She began working on my face, powdering it, lining my eyes with a charcoal coloured ink, brushing my eyelashes, and dabbing my face with white powder. I lost track of time, but after a while she spoke again.
"Okay, time for the dress." My eyes snapped up to look in the mirror, to find she had covered it with a sheet and was stood in front of it.
"No. You're not finished yet." She crossed her arms and gestured with her nose and chin once more to the dress that lay ironed on the bed. With a sigh, I took the dress gingerly in my arms and padded to the bathroom. I slipped it on and smoothed it. With no mirror to guide me, I walked tentatively back into the bedroom, my hands fiddling nervously with each other. She gasped and her eyes widened, before she handed me a pair of shoes that had high heels. They weren't too high, but made a satisfying noise when hitting solid ground. I slid my feet into the shoes and stood once more. Natasha now at the same height as me fiddled here and there, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Finally, she took a step back and admired her own work. Her jaw was slack in mild shock.
"You look so beautiful." She whispered.
"And it's all thanks to you." I said with a beaming smile. Natasha turned and peeled the sheet off the mirror. Then she ran to me, covered my eyes with her hand and guided me in front of the mirror. Then she revealed me. She was right- I did look different. I couldn't see beauty, but I could see a pleasant difference. I beamed in happiness. I wore heavy eyeliner on my eyes with green and gold eye-shadow circling my entire eye. The eyeliner flicked out of my eyes, making them larger than usual. My hair curled lovely, and the gold suited the green.
"Loki's colours." I murmured in fascination.
"Yes, you didn't think I was gonna give you colours not to Loki's satisfaction?" She teased.
"You didn't do so bad yourself- Clint likes purple." I said, pointing to the purple lacings on the dress and her eye-shadow.
"Shut up." She teased, before picking up a small purse she had on her possession.
"Now, if you don't mind, can you use those skills of yours to transport me to the ballroom?" I nodded and quickly recalled the spell in my mind.
"Thanks again Tash." I said, before touching her, whispering the spell and sent her shooting to the ballroom. I laughed at her small scream as she evaporated away. The door clicked open and my heart began to pound painfully in my chest.
"Are you ready?" I heard Loki's smooth voice call anxiously.
BALL SCENE COMING UP SOON GUYS (SO CUTE AND A REMINDER I'M SINGLE AND ALONE FOREVER LOL)