A Blue Evening (V-day one shot)

Out of all of Odin's children you were the only one that could travel between the nine realms without the use of the bitfrost. Of all the places you could go you preferred Jotenheim. Not that you didn't like Asgard of course, just that it was a bit too chaotic sometimes.

You were sitting on an icy ridge, tears frozen to your cheeks when you felt the cold hand wrap over your shoulder. Unsheathing your knife you spin to face your attacker. "Prince Loki?" You're relieved to find that it is only the Prince.

"Sheath your weapon, good (god title)." You nod apologetically, sliding the knife into your waist band.

"What brings you here Prince? Should not you be at your brother's wedding?" Thor, the soon-to-be King was wedding Lady Sif.

"Should not you be at your future king's wedding?" He grins softly. touché . "Have you been weeping (god title)?" He grimaces, taking your cheek in one hand and brushing away the frozen tear with his thumb.

"It is nothing Prince. Come, shall I take us back to Asgard?" He nods. Closing your eyes you picture the small street where you grew up. In a flash of white light you are transported through the space of the nine realms to the streets of Asgard that surround the palace.

"That really is quite a magnificent gift." He smiles, taking his hand away from your cheek. "If you still wish to attend the ceremonies I know a way that we can sneak into the palace. We should be there before the banquet begins." He grins mischievously, his crisp emerald eyes bearing into your soft (e/c) ones.

"I shall follow you Prince." You smile back. Towing you along behind him he slips down an alley way and runs up to a dead end. "Loki where are we going?" You ask softly.

"A muro usque ad portam." from a wall to a door He murmurs. With a flick of his wrist, he taps the wall, which wiggles like gelatin. He tows you straight through the apparently-not-a-wall into a dimly lit tunnel. "I have knowledge of 18 secret entrances to the halls of the palace." He tells you, as the two of you jog through the underground tunnels.

"Wait, Prince Loki, I cannot attend the ceremonies like this," you nod down to your traveler's garments, "I'm sorry, you'll have to attend without me." You pull away from his grasp.

"Nonsense, the palace has an extensive collection of garments that are made for the nobles, who don't even wear them." He leans in to whisper in your ear. "I wouldn't want my date to this lovely eve to feel under dressed." Blushing, you thank the cosmos that the light is too dim for the Prince to see your rosy cheeks. Re-claiming your wrist, the two of you make your way into the palace halls and slip into a large gallery of dresses and coats.

“Is this to your liking, my Prince?” You ask, twirling sweetly in a long emerald frock. “It is of the perfect size.” You smiles softly, twisting your hair up in a large mirror and pinning it with a single onyx barrette. As you lean back to admire you reflection Loki appears beside you in a stunning tuxedo, holding a cane in one hand [the same outfit he would later wear on Midgard].

“quam pulchra es.” you are beautiful he murmurs, planting a soft kiss on your collarbone.  “Come! We best hurry if we are to make the banquet.” He says, clasping a large single pearl around your neck. You follow after him, supporting the skirts of your dress with one hand as you navigate the labyrinth of halls.

The entire banquet passes in a blur as you sit next to Loki, near the head of the table. You do not speak often though the all-father does press questions to you about your ability. The whole night, Loki keeps one hand either on your knee or clasped with your own. When someone you do not recognize speaks he leans into your ear and whispers to you who they are. They are often senators of the nine realms or representatives from the burrow cities of Asgard.

After the banquet, while the newlyweds where thanking all their guests and saying their good-byes, You convince Loki to sneak away with you. The two of you share a large sating armchair near a roaring fireplace. Sitting between his legs, you lean back against his firm chest. His arms wrap around your middle as you begin to doze off. Then, he kisses your forehead, whispering ever so softly, “I think I’m in love with you (full name).” For the first time in a long time, you feel honestly, truly happy.