#LongLiveLoki

[kaelyn-stocktonmil]

Loki.

Okay so...today is a sad day. My bestie, @cosmictyto's dog Loki, is passing away today. He's got cancer and it's just time. He was doing better- for one day. Yesterday, when they actually got him some medicine, but overnight the side effects were making him suffer more, and they have to do it today...she's going right now with her parents to put him to sleep. It's not fair. He's only 6 years old, which is still young for his breed.

And while he's not my dog, he's my best friends, and I am mourning right along with her. Good dogs don't deserve this. They never do.

By the time I post this, he'll probably be gone...and if you've followed me for a bit, you know I made a post a little while back about my dads cat, Clyde, passing away. Ty was there for me when he passed, and it's actually how we met. I know now that it was a blessing that we met that day, and I am so grateful to have her as my friend, and that she helped me get through that pain. And I've already told her, that I'm here for her too.

So Clyde? You, Bartelby and Montego? I want you to meet Loki when he passes. Let him know Ty's friend told you to be his friend, along with the other pets she's lost.

So if any of my followers see this, all 10 of you, go give Ty some love. She deserves it.

Rest in peace, bud.

Ty, if you want me to delete the post, I 100% understand and will.

You just say the word.

[heroesandvillainsgalore-blog]

No Loki in infinity war....? FIXED ALL HAIL THA KING 🖤💚 #ishouldstopwiththehashtags #lokiiscomingback #longliveloki #lokiedit #loki #posterdesign https://www.instagram.com/p/BxnVyoCnl9s/?igshid=1q5bphwfquhjx

[midzilla9957]

you know... I get that they really want to get rid of Loki... BUT  WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU END HIM LIKE THAT? WITH NO FUCKING LOVE AND JUST PAIN AND TEARS! THIS IS NOT OKAY

[muffininahandbasket]

@auntietitania @sdaponte94 officially confirmed Loki’s not dead because Tom Hiddleston is incapable of lying to cute children

“Is Loki really dead??”

@cenobitic-anchorite

Here’s your answer.

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[long-live-loki]

A Hundred Bucks

Word count: 433 Pairing: Loki x Reader Short drabble - can be found on my Ao3 account: longliveloki

You knew the second that you moved into the Avengers Tower that you would find this place to be heavenly. Not only were you becoming fast friends with everyone, but you got to live amongst the heroes you deeply admired (and found incredibly attractive).

You were a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent that had proved their worth on the battlefield, helping stop the Chitauri aliens and helping subdue Thor’s insane brother, Loki. That was enough to land you a room in the Tower, everyone happy to have a skilled agent such as yourself around.

After Loki had been subdued, Thor decided that he would keep him locked in the Avengers Tower for a while before taking him back to Asgard. Thor figured that forcing Loki to do menial tasks around the building would be a good pre-punishment. After a few months of Loki staying at the Tower, he was granted a bit more freedom, able to come to parties and walk around freely as long as it was during the day.

Tony threw a party to celebrate Loki’s newly found slight freedom, much to the dismay of everyone else (Thor must have begged Tony to do this). You and Natasha stayed near the bar, gossiping about the guys. You knew she liked Bruce, but she had no idea who you were attracted to. Joking around, she asked, “Would you kiss Loki for one hundred dollars? I know I would rather die.” You snorted and rolled your eyes. “Nat, I would pay one hundred dollars to kiss Loki.” Her eyes widened, clearly not expecting you to like Loki of all people.

You suddenly felt a bit uneasy, as if someone was staring at you. You looked around the area and locked eyes with Loki, who was leaning against the other end of the bar. He winked and smirked at you - clearly, he had heard what you said. You managed to muster a weak smile back. He saunters over to you, Nat leaving you both alone (curse her!). He barely leaves any space between the two of you, you heart is nearly soaring out of your chest at this point. He tucks some strands of hair behind your ear and leans forward, as if to tell you a secret.

“You know, love, I would be more than happy to give you that kiss - but of course, I require something in return. Something I’m certain would be very… pleasurable for the both of us,” he purrs into your ear. You can feel your heart nearly burst.

This man will be the death of you.

[nikkiserenity]

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[ao3feed-lokiangst]

Spicy Hot

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2rFFr0t

by longliveloki

When your average Wendy's commercial somehow turns a nice cuddling session into something a bit more... spicy.

Words: 727, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Thor (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Reader

Relationships: Loki (Marvel)/Reader

Additional Tags: Loki x Reader - Freeform, loki x you - Freeform, Thor is such a cockblock, and a major perv, why did I make this lmao, Loki needs a lot more than just a hug, but then again, so does the reader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2rFFr0t

[livelifeloki]

Monday inspiration. #LongLiveLoki

[originalityis-beautyy]

I think friday totally proved how obsessed i am with #loki and the actor #tomhiddleston. A true #hiddelstoner and i have definetly been Loki'd (oh how i wish) 😉 anyways peace out #longliveloki

[kimdirect]

Up close and personal with the wonders of #Asgard. #DamnThor #LongLiveLoki #Disneyland (at Innoventions)

[heroesandvillainsgalore-blog]

OMG HE IS COMING BACK I KNEWWWW IT 🖤🖤🖤 ••• comment down if you thought he was alive or not • . • . • #antivillain #disneyplus #lokiiscomingback #longliveloki #frostgiant #tomhiddleston #superhyped #cantwait #ishouldstopwiththehashtags https://www.instagram.com/p/BxmwC8UFoIW/?igshid=7ird4osr0356

[long-live-loki]

Beauty and the Monster Ch. 3

Word count: 499 Pairing: Loki x Reader Multi-chapter retelling of Beauty and the Beast, where Loki is our dear “beast” Can also be found on my Ao3 account: longliveloki 

 As soon as (Y/N) closes the door in Tony’s face, she hears a small *boom* go off below her. She hurries into her basement, worried that maybe her father had been hurt in the explosion. “Papa? Are you okay?”

Stan is sitting at his workbench, rubbing the soot from his face. “I hate this dreadful thing,” he grumbles, kicking the machine he’s currently working on. “I’m just about to give up on this dang contraption! There’s no possible way I can get it to work by tomorrow,” he sits down and sighs miserably.

(Y/N)’s heart tears seeing her father like that. “Papa, you always say it will never work, but it always does! I know you’ll win the competition tomorrow, you’re the best there is for miles.” She hugs her father, knowing that should cheer him up. “You’ll become a world famous inventor!”

Stan seems to cheer up quite a bit. “Well then, what are we waiting for?” He shimmies his way underneath the machine, holding out his hand to (Y/N), “Can you hand me the wrench on the rocking chair?” He goes to fasten a bolt on the side of the machine. “Ah, yes, that’s better. Now, did you have a nice time in town?”

(Y/N) smiles and pulls out the book she was given. “I got myself a new book!” She looks down, her brows furrowing, “but papa, do you think I’m strange?”

Stan sits up, a pair of ridiculous looking goggles over his eyes. “Strange? Why would you think that you are strange?”

Hearing the concern in her father’s voice, (Y/N) tries to seem like she doesn’t mind too much. “Oh you know… I just don’t feel as if I fit in. I don’t have many people to talk to.”

Stan chuckles while he tinkers with his machine. “What about that handsome fella, Tony? He seems to enjoy talking with you quite a bit.”

Shuddering, (Y/N) can’t help but grimace. “Papa, Tony may be handsome, but he is pig-headed and crude. He is definitely not the one for me!”

Stan tightens one more bolt, wiping sweat off of his brow. “Well, don’t you worry then, dear. After I’m finished with this invention, we can start a new life someplace else!” He finishes his sentence off with a small kick to the machine, causing it to whir to life and cut wood automatically, just as it should. “By the Gods, we did it!”

(Y/N) cheers with her father, “Oh papa, it’s working! I’ll go hitch Sleipnir so we can get you off to the fair early.”

(magical fast forward to when Stan is leaving)

Stan hops onto Sleipnir, who huffs happily, nuzzling (Y/N)’s face as she feeds him an apple. “Alright papa, I hope you have a safe ride to the fair! I know you’ll win,” (Y/N) says, giving Stan a kiss on the cheek.

And with a final goodbye, Stan gallops down the town’s roads, eager to get to the fair before the sun goes down.

[long-live-loki]

Beauty and the Monster Ch. 2

Word count: 942 Pairing: Loki x Reader Multi-chapter retelling of Beauty and the Beast, where Loki is our dear “beast” Can also be found on my Ao3 account: longliveloki Swinging the front door open, (Y/N) happily bounces down the streets of the quaint village she grew up in, eager to get to the bookshop seeing as she finished her book in one day - again. Waving to all of her village friends along the way, (Y/N) hastily makes her way down the streets, ignoring all of the strange looks she gets from many of the younger dames. They clearly don’t understand the beauty of reading, instead happy to sit down and do what their husbands say. Oh well, their loss. More books for me! (Y/N) can’t help but roll her eyes when she hears the girls whispering. After a few minutes of hurried skipping, (Y/N) arrives at the bookshop, her heart skipping a beat as it always does when she looks at all of the books surrounding her. “Hello? I’m here to return the book I borrowed yesterday!” The book keeper turns to (Y/N), astonished that she’s back already. “(Y/N), how wonderful it is to see you again. Have you finished that book already?”(Y/N) smiles happily, “Yes, I finished it just last night! Have you anything new today?” She wanders around, tracing the books’ spines with her fingertips.The book keeper just shakes his head, chuckling, “Dear (Y/N), I’m afraid I haven’t anything new, and I certainly wouldn’t get anything in one day!”Figuring as much, (Y/N) grabs a very familiar book from the shelf in front of her. “Well in that case, then I will borrow this book here!” “(Y/N), you’ve read that entire book three times!” The book keeper can barely keep the astonishment off his face. He knew (Y/N) loved that book, but not enough to read it a fourth time.(Y/N) twirls around, sighing dreamily, “I know, but this book is my favorite. The magic, the romance! There are fire-breathing dragons and knights who save princesses. It’s a story I don’t believe I will ever grow tired of reading.” Seeing how smitten (Y/N) was with the book, the book keeper puts a hand on her shoulder, laughing heartily, “Then, my dear, that book is all yours!” (Y/N)’s eyes widen almost comically, “Oh, thank you sir, thank you! How kind of you.. I will treasure this book for the rest of my days.” She kisses the book keeper’s cheek and waltzes out the door, ready to head back home and start reading once again. As (Y/N) dreamily meanders her way back home, she completely misses what everyone is saying about her, too wrapped up in her daydreams.

“She looks out of it, is she ill?” “Wow, no wonder her nickname is Beauty!” “I can’t believe that she still isn’t with Tony, he’s so handsome!” One man in the crowd hears all of the commotion about (Y/N), his ears perking up at just the simple mention of the (H/C) haired girl. His companion, Wade, can’t help but gawk at all of the pretty dames circling about. “Wow, Tony, look at all of these beautiful girls! I’m sure you could have any one of them!”Tony didn’t seem impressed, instead almost grimacing at the thought of someone like him being with girls that aren’t his gorgeous (Y/N). Being a heartthrob was almost akin to a curse for him, as he could have any women he desires, but the one woman he does desire cannot stand to be around him. Nevertheless, Tony pushed his way through the crowded streets, stalking after (Y/N), desperate to talk to her again to see if she has changed her mind at all about being his lady. Wade followed begrudgingly, knowing exactly how this situation will pander out.(Y/N) walked fast through the streets, Tony having a hard time keeping up, stopping for a moment to flash his muscles to a group of girls swooning over him. Ever determined, though, he pressed on until he got to (Y/N)’s house just a moment after she did. “Why hello there, (Y/N). Fancy meeting you here,” he purred, a huge grin on his face.(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Yes, fancy meeting you here, at my house.” She deadpanned, wanting to wipe that smirk off of Tony’s face. Tony took a step forward and grabbed the book she was holding, flipping through the pages with a perplexed look on his face. “How on earth can you read something like this? There are no pictures at all! What boring rubbish!” He huffed, throwing the book on the ground, “You should start paying attention to me, I am the talk of the town, all day every day.”(Y/N) picked up the book and dusted it off, hoping that none of the pages were damaged. Tony tsks, “It’s not healthy for a woman to read, anyways. Soon they start to have their own thoughts, and where is the fun in that?” Not believing he actually said that, (Y/N) snorts, “I believe you’re stuck in the dark ages, Tony. Now if you will excuse me, I have a book to read and a father to help out.” She curtsies, shooting a piercing glare at Tony before heading inside, slamming the door shut in his face. For a moment, Wade thinks that maybe Tony has reached his limit seeing as he is completely silent. Suddenly, Tony turns around, a star struck look on his face but determination burning in his eyes.“Ah, Wade, the more she fights me, the more I want to make her submit. I simply cannot wait for the day I make her mine.” Tony saunters off, leaving a creeped out Wade behind. During rare times like these, Wade wonders why on earth he looks up to someone as strange as Tony.

( If you haven't figured it out: Tony = Gaston Wade = Lefou )

[long-live-loki]

Ástvinur Ch. 3

Word count: 1,211 Pairing: Loki x Reader Multi-chapter fic that can also be found on my Ao3 account: longliveloki Ástvinur translates to “love friend” (beloved/darling)

Prince Loki drags you to the middle of the dance floor, quickly pulling you towards him, wrapping his arm around your waist, the other taking your hand in his. You shakily put your other hand on his shoulder, trying desperately not to show how nervous you are. He seemed to notice how nervous you were, for as soon as the song was about to start, he gently rubbed his thumb over your hand, saying, “Relax, my Lady. Forget for now that I bear the title of a Prince. Right now, I am simply a gentleman wanting a dance with a beautiful woman.” You feel yourself flush at being called beautiful, but you smile gratefully, feeling your body begin to relax.

Dancing with Prince Loki is nothing short of amazing (and a little bit embarrassing). He dances so elegantly, not missing a single beat. You struggle a little bit to keep up, messing up a few times. Each time you mess up, Loki covers it up be twirling you, chuckling when he notices how red your cheeks are. Time seems to fly by, the song ending much too soon for your liking. Reluctantly you both pulled away, you dipping into a deep curtsy. “Thank you for the dance, my Prince. I had a wonderful time,” you say, softly smiling. He grabs your hand and kisses the back of it. “My Lady, I had a magnificent time myself. If you would like, as I can see your cheeks are rather flushed, would you accompany me for a stroll through the palace’s garden for some fresh air?” You cannot believe your ears. The Prince was asking you to take a walk with him? All you can do is nod, Loki chuckling at the confused and mystified look that’s adorning your face. He takes your hand and leads you away from the ball.

Once outside of the ballroom, Loki leads you through a series of hallways, you sincerely hope he will be kind enough to escort you back as you don’t think you will be able to remember the path. You take a few more twists and turns, and then you’re in the gardens. The sight of all the flowers is nearly overwhelming - there has to be thousands of them! You feel a sense of peace wash over you, the scent of flowers always calms you down, until you remember that Loki is standing right behind you. You turn around, ready to apologize for ignoring him, but you see him smiling at you rather fondly. “I take it that you adore flowers, am I correct, my Lady?” He asks, taking a step closer to you. “Yes, my Prince -” you begin to say, but he cuts you off, “Please, you may call me Loki when it is just the two of us.” You feel incredibly uncomfortable calling a Prince by his first name, but since he asked, you obey. “Yes, Loki. I’m quite fond of flowers. Their scent helps ease my nerves. And, if I may ask of you, please call me (Y/N).” You congratulate yourself on saying all of that without stuttering. Loki chuckles and links his arm with yours, “Alright, (Y/N), let me show you all of the flowers this garden has. I’m sure you’ll be shocked at how many types we actually have.”

Loki parades you through the mass of flowers, giving you little tidbits on each type. You can’t help but feel that this is a bit intimate, especially for a Prince and a commoner, but you go with it. Loki is very sweet and quite charming after all. After what seems like mere minutes, you and Loki have already walked through the entire garden. He leads you to a stone bench in the middle and you two sit down. Everything is quiet and calm, but you’re rather curious and gain a bit of confidence to ask, “Loki, you seemed to know so much about the flowers. Do you perchance enjoy reading?” Reading could be a touchy subject for some, as not everyone learned how to read. But you figured that he must read or at least has been taught about the fauna. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I love to read. I see it as a fantastic way to learn, and a way to escape into another world for a while.” You break out into a huge smile, “I agree! I love to read fairy tales and stories about other worlds.” You begin to feel a bit more comfortable talking to Loki knowing that you both have a common interest. “Do you read often? It’s been some time since I’ve last read, unfortunately,” you admit. “I read almost every day. You may think being a Prince is fun, but it’s actually rather dull. Seeing as my oaf of a brother will be King, I don’t have as many Princely duties, which allows me the time to read,” he explains as you notice his hand on the bench has gotten closer to yours than it previously was. Pushing that aside, you decide to ask the important question, “Seeing as you’ve most likely read many books then, which one is your favorite?” He smirks, “My dear (Y/N), you mean to make me choose? Fair enough, I would have to choose “Of Silver”, by Sigurd.” Your eyes near pop out, he likes the same book as you! “That book is my favorite as well, my mother used to read it to me when I was small. I’m quite surprised you would like such a romance-heavy fantasy novel, Loki.” You can’t help but giggle when his brows furrow, but before he can respond, you both hear a chiming bell in the distance, which marks the end of the ball.

Reluctantly, you both stand up, neither of you wanting to leave now that you’ve found common ground. “I believe I should escort you back to your mother, (Y/N). I’m sure she’s wondering where you may have gone.” Loki links his arm with yours again as you nod solemnly, not wanting things to end. When you arrive back at the ballroom, Loki turns to you and grabs your hand, kissing the back of it. “I had a spectacular time with you, (Y/N). I do hope I will see you again.” You softly smile. “I certainly hope so as well.” With one last kiss to your hand, he saunters away.

After a few minutes of squeezing through the mob that’s trying to leave, you spot your mother. When she sees you coming towards her, she smiles and rushes to hug you. “Oh my sweet little angel, did you have fun today. “Yes mother, I hope I get to come to the next ball!” You can see your mother is happy to hear that. You had been dreading the ball for a month, but seeing as she constantly goes to them, she wanted you to enjoy your time as much as she always does. When you two get home, you rush upstairs to take your gown off, carefully hanging it up. You put on your favorite nightgown and climb into bed, fully aware that sleep wouldn’t come easy tonight.

You spend the next few hours replaying everything that happened before slipping into a deep, dreamless sleep.

[nikkiserenity]

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[long-live-loki]

Ástvinur Ch. 2

Word count: 1,798 Pairing: Loki x Reader Multi-chapter fic that can also be found on my Ao3 account: longliveloki Ástvinur translates to “love friend” (beloved/darling)

You awaken to the sound of your mother screeching your name like a harpy. “(Y/N)! What in the Gods names are you doing?! You should be nearly dressed and ready to go!” You sit up and glance out your bedroom window, panicking when you realize it’s almost dark out. “Mother, I’m sorry! I simply wanted a small nap.” Your mother sighs and drags you out of bed. “Well come on, we need to rush to get you ready. Let’s figure out what to do with your hair.” You put on a robe and sit down in front of your vanity. Your mother starts by brushing out all of your tangles, and since you recently slept, your hair looks like a bird’s nest. You always swore your mother must be a sorceress, because she can untangle your hair in the blink of an eye without so much as a wince from you. Not that you’re complaining, of course. After your hair is looking more like actual hair, your mother pours some oil onto her hands and runs it through your strands, making them feel nice and hydrated. She begins by pulling your hair up into a tight ponytail, separating about a half an inch of the ponytail and making it into a braid. After she uses the rest of the ponytail to make a pristine bun, she uses the braid to wrap around the bun and pins the braid to make sure it doesn’t uncoil from the bun. When all is done, you can’t believe the transformation your hair just went through. You looked - dare you say it - regal. “Mother, thank you so much, my hair looks amazing!” Your mother just smiles at you and motions towards your dress. You hurry over and pull it over your head, careful not to mess up your hair.

When you’re done putting on your dress and smoothing it out, you take a look in the mirror and barely recognize yourself. Your mother finishes the look with a necklace of diamonds with matching earrings your father gave her for their wedding. You looked magnificent, a word you never thought you would ever associate with yourself. After ogling yourself for a good while, your mother clears her throat. “Dear, I think we had better go. I have some nice shoes downstairs that you can wear.” You, not being accustomed to wearing such a large dress, awkwardly make your way down the stairs, nearly tripping a few times. You pop on the small heels and head out back to kiss your father goodbye while you wait for your mother to dress. Thankfully, she’s always been fast at such seeing as she’s so used to going to the balls. She and your father hug and kiss, and off you two go, deciding to walk the whole way to the castle since the weather is glorious.

Your house is only about a twenty minute walk, but with heels on your feet, the entire walk feels like Hel. “Mother, why do women wear such horrid things on their feet? It feels as if my feet are being squished.” Your mother chuckles. “Darling, you are aware that your heel is barely an inch, right? Don’t worry, you’ll forget all about it once you find a handsome man to dance the night away with,” she teases, winking at you. You can’t help but blush. You’ve always been more of an independent kind of girl, just being yourself, not worrying about what society thinks. But now that you’ve been invited to a royal ball of all places, you can feel the stress of having to be prim and proper. Not that you mind, though. Being pampered feels quite nice, and you’re sure when you get there that you’ll immediately want to be invited back. Who wouldn’t want to go to a royal ball?

The closer you both get to the castle, the more nervous you become, however. The castle is enormous, towering high in the sky, looking as if the entire outside was made of gold. It makes for an impressive looking castle, but it’s almost too royal looking. When you and your mother arrive at the entrance, you nearly gasped as you ascended the stairs. The doors at the entrance alone were made of marble so white it almost blinded you. It had veins of gold running through it, and the handles seemed to be made of gemstones. It was overwhelming, and you haven’t even entered yet! You make your way up the stairs, the guards stationed at the front greeting you with a curt, “My Lady,” which made your heart skip a beat. You both are ushered inside and shown the way to the ballroom. You bump into one of the guards, so lost in the amounts of gold, bronze, and marble that adorns the entirety of the castle’s inside. Your mother links arms with you and pulls you to the ballroom, which, if you had to guess, was more than likely ten times the size of your house, and since your family is quite well off, your house is quite large. The ballroom had the same marble, gold, and bronze theme, but the ceilings were adorned with maroon tapestry and beautiful, glistening chandeliers. You were in complete and utter awe.

After the stupor wore off, courtesy of your mother pinching you rather harshly, you look around at all of the guests of the ball. You (rather smugly) notice that most of the women aren’t in as lavish a gown as you are. While that works to feed your ego, it also makes you quite nervous as you can see some of the women giving you nasty looks. You suck in a large breath and put on a small smile, trying not to let the looks get you down. You turn to your mother, or rather, where your mother was supposed to be standing, but she’s nowhere to be found. You walk around searching for her for a few minutes with no luck. When you hear a very deep, authoritative voice carry throughout the ballroom, you stop and look at the source. King Odin stood on a balcony overlooking the ballroom, looking as Kingly as ever. His armor seemed to be made of pure gold, his eyepatch as well. “Welcome everyone, I would like to announce the start of this year’s ball with a performance by the talented, Sigrid. Tonight is a night for celebration, so please, enjoy yourselves!” Everyone cheers as your mother gets up on a small stage situated on a balcony, much like the one Odin stood on but larger. So that’s where your mother went, what a sneaky woman. Clearly she wanted to try and push you to socialize, which unfortunately isn’t something you’re the best at. You walk towards one of the sides of the ballroom, trying to make yourself as invisible as possible for now. You wanted to assess the situation, the dancing, and what men you could clearly tell are looking for dancing partners.

After dreamily watching the women dance for quite a while, their dresses swishing in time with the music, you’re startled when someone puts a hand on your left shoulder. You turn to see who it is, thinking maybe it would be your mother, as she was not singing for this particular song, but to your dismay it was a rather short and stout man. He must have been about your height, partially balding, what hair he had looked unkempt and greasy. His image certainly did not match the rather expensive looking clothes he wore. He held a rather dirty looking hand out to you. “My my, what is such a .. delectable looking woman such as yourself doing all alone?” He moved closer to you, so close you could tell he was most definitely not wearing cologne. You suppress a shiver, not wanting to offend someone who looks like he was a walking nightmare, and manage to squeak out a weak, “Not one for dancing, sir.” He threw his head back and laughed like a horse, grabbing your hands in his and dragging you rather harshly into the dancing crowd. “Nonsense,” he exclaimed over the music, “I’ll show you how a real man dances.”

The creepy man places his hand very low on your waist, his other hand holding your left hand tightly. He motions for you to put your right hand on his shoulder. You begrudgingly do as he requests. The man proves to be a rather sloppy dancer, stepping on your feet often. He also proves to be a rather perverted man, pulling you into him as if on accident so he can sniff your hair. You hold on for as long as possible, going through nearly three songs with him before you’ve had enough. “Sir, I’m quite sorry, but I’m rather tired and I feel slightly dizzy. I’m afraid I will need to sit down after this song is over.” He gives you a nasty, hair raising grin. “Oh no, my dear, you’re going to dance the entire night with me. I doubt I could find a more physically pleasing lady elsewhere,” he says, his hand on your waist going to rest on your rear as he pulls you impossibly close to his body. You attempt to protest again but he willingly ignored you.

The horror and disgust on your face must have been very evident, as not even a few seconds go by before you hear a smooth, but angry voice behind you. “I’m sorry, Lord Olav, but we do not tolerate men throwing themselves like beasts at women who are clearly unwilling.” The man is ripped away from you by two guards, growling and cursing. “I’m quite sorry, my Lady. Had we known that he would assault anyone like that, we would never have invited him.” You turn around to thank the man who had saved you, only to be face to face with none other than Prince Loki. All at once, the air in your lungs is promptly squeezed out. You wrack your brain for a proper way to thank a Prince, choosing to just wing it. “My Prince, I am forever indebted to you. How can I repay such kindness? You truly saved me,” you say softly, dipping into a deep curtsy. You may have never met royalty, but you were taught proper manners. Prince Loki chuckles, “My Lady, please stand up. How about you join me for a dance? I believe a dance would be proper repayment.” He holds out a hand to you, waiting for your answer. You choose simply to put your hand in his and smile, not trusting yourself to say something eloquent enough.

And with that, you’re whisked away to dance with a Prince.