Day Three: Floral (AU Time)
"It's the new fashion, Loki. Stop laughing," Sif murmured playfully, twirling in her new dress so her pale, charcoal eyes could roam over it adoringly, the tea kettle whistling noisily as it sat on the stove behind her. She splayed her slim hands over the thick material, smiling cheerily, her black hair swept up in a tight ponytail, wrapped up with red, polka dot ribbon, sitting high at the back of her head, her bangs combed apart, so that they arched over her head, as they covered her forehead, the curled ends of her hair brushing against the nape of her neck as she turned around to stare at her husband, who watched her curiously. The short skirt of her dress fanned out as she circled, the flowered print standing out in their plain kitchen, petals of red and blue and yellow mixed together atop a background of white material, and her waist was cinched with a thick, cherry colored band, which left the bodice loose around her frame, her pale arms thrown up over her head as she danced, the sleeveless top moving with each motion.
Loki leaned against the counter, laughing, his black hair cut short and combed over, parted at the side of his scalp, his grey suit wrinkled from his leant over position, shaking his head mockingly as he moved to grab her hands, pulling them down to her waist. Her black and white heels clicked against the vinyl, checkerboard floor as she scooted closer to him, laughing, her rosy cheeks heated with blood. He bowed low and kissed the back of her hand, his green eyes glinting up at her as he smirked against the skin of her fingers, and he straightened to twirl her around, the drifting notes from the radio matching every step she took, her hips swaying with the music as he danced around her, sidestepping as she moved forward to grab both his hands and twirl backwards, laughing as freely as she'd ever laughed, his smile in her mind.
He tugged her in and stretched both of their arms to either side, smiling as he leant forward to kiss her, a brief, fleeting contact that put the taste of watermelon on his tongue, and his black dress shoes tapped against the tiles as he let go of one of her hands to pull apart from her, using his momentum to take his place beside her, his right hand in her left as they both moved backwards.
He pulled her back toward him and twirled her a third time, placing his hands on her hips to steady her as she thumped against his chest, and she rested her chin on the lapel of his suit jacket, smiling with her red stained lips. He wrapped his hands about her waist and pinched the flowery cloth between his fingers, smiling thoughtfully.
"It's a nice look on you," Loki breathed quickly, and Sif stretched out on her tip toes, despite the three-inch heels making her taller, and wrapped her pale arms around his neck, pulling him down toward her as she pressed her lips to his, her warm palms slipping through his slicked-back hair.
"And you need dancing lessons," she murmured against his mouth, and swore she could feel the vibrations of his amused laughter deep in her bones, the heat of his body making her forget about the kettle, beckoning her attention, just behind them.
How was my AU attempt? :/ I don't even know..the idea was there, but...eh. And hopefully you can guess the time period, but probably not, since it's not very specific.
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