#how did one boy make me think aboit him for 2 days straight is beyond me

[wolfish-trickster]

Care to dance?

Loki x female!reader

Word count: 3K

Summary: your best friend drags you to a dance lesson. After many training sessions with complete peaces of wood comes a handsome man to twirl you around

Warning: none, possible typos (as usual)

A/N: what you're about to read is word for word, action for action exactly the same as what happened to me 2 days ago. I can't stop thinking about that boy for some reason and this is my way of dealing with it, enjoy

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'Come on, it will be fun!' with these words your best friend from highschool invited you to join her on classical dance lessons. She was so excited, she always loved to dance. And since you liked to move around to music as well you agreed and joined her.

Until you found out how wooden some men can be.

One walked all over your shoes, the other always started with the wrong foot and there was this one guy who couldn't step to the rhythm to save his own life. Granted, there were some decent dancers, but they were so few and far in between you couldn't help but remember only the bad ones. But you didn't mind. Your friend enjoyed herself every single monday, nomatter who she danced with.

Today was supposed to be the last day of training with a big party at the end. Everyone came in their best clothes. Lena, your friend, took it a level further and brought a second dress as well.

"Why the heck would you bring it? One isn't enough?" you chuckled as you helped her zip up her black dress.

"In case I get sweaty. I wanna look my best for the whole night," she explained and twirled around showing off her black glittery skirt. "Time for the make up!" she said and happily skipped from bathroom back to the training room to do her make up infront of a huge mirror.

You akwardly stood next to her and admired both her and other girls moving little brushes along their faces. Every move, every stroke was done with such elegance. You were kind of jealous of them. How they could make it look so easy to do.

Lena glanced your way. "Don't you want to prettify yourself as well?"

"Huh? Oh, no. I already put make up over my acne and dark circles. That's enough for me."

"Oh come on! How about one thin eyeline? That won't hurt!"

"No," you sighed, "but everytime I wear eyeliners or eyeshadows they melt off of my skin and it looks like I was crying."

Lena pouted. "A lip gloss then? Please, wear at least that," she pleaded.

You rolled your eyes. "Fine, but can you put it on me please? I've always been sloppy with it," you chuckled.

Lena instructed you to open your mouth and stay still. When she was finished you glanced into the mirror. It didn't look that bad. The lip gloss was decent and you felt a little pretty.

"Alright, time to have sime fun!" Lena chirped and lead you hand in hand onto the dance floor. The teacher usually assigned all of the girls a male partner. This time it wasn't different. The only thing that was different was the fact there were too many girls, not enough boys. Some would have to dance with two girls.

A dark haired young man in black suit arrived and apologized for being late. You stared at him. You don't think you've seen him before on these classess. But some other men greeted him so he obviously was here before. Why couldn't you remember him?

"Excuse me," he asked, "with who should I dance?"

"You don't have a partner?" the teacher asked.

The young man shook his head. Teacher then turned to girls. "Which one of you doesn't have a partner?"

You and Lena shyly raised your hands. The teacher lead the young man to the two of you. "These ladies will dance with you tonight."

The man chuckled and leaned in to tell something to a tall blonde man standing infront of you. "I didn't have a partner and now I have two, what a start!"

He stood between you two then. The young man was taller than you, his dark hair kept falling into his blue eyes. You thought he looked cute. But you were worried if he was a good dancer or if you should say goodbye to your toes.

"Alright everybody!" the teacher clepped to get all of your attention. "We will start with valtz. First group please!"

All men lead their partners on the floor, with exception of some girls who didn't have partners and had to share just like you and Lena. The partner in question turned to both of you as if he wanted you to decide which one will be in the first group. You really wanted to put your cold hand into his warm one, but your anxiety won and you let Lena go first.

As soon as the music started and the pairs started dancing your jaw fell. The man dancing with Lena was incredible! The right posture, the right pace. Just beautiful. Looking at them was so satsfying you almost forgot to check the steps and refresh your memory.

The song ended, the man bowed and gracefully lead Lena to you. Just then you noticed his smile. Damn he was adorable.

Lena let go of his hand and you took her place. His palm was warm, a little rough. Maybe he did some kind of sport that roughens his palms. Climbing maybe? Martial arts?

As you got to the position you panicked. "With which leg do I start?" you asked, completely forgetting the fact you didn't know him.

The man smiled at you teasingly. "Let yourself get surprised."

You rolled your eyes and quickly glanced at the pair to your right. The music started, few beats passed. The lady started with her left leg. And so did you.

The dance was one of the most pleasant ones you've had in a long time. He lead you across the dance floor and you let go and relaxed your shoulders. For the first time you genuenly enjoyed the dance and even though you were supposed to look over your partner's shoulder you stole few glances at him as well. You noticed some dark short hair on his jaw, few birthmarks as well. And he smelled incredible. Not too much of a heavy cologne, but just the right amount to make it comforting.

You almost hated the fact songs were so short. The song ended, you both bowed and he lead you back to Lena. She instantly noticed how relaxed you were and smiled. "Oh shut up," you whispered to her before she could even say something. However her smile was promising you few words after the handsome stranger is out of the earshot.

Teacher announced the romantic dance. Tango. The young man lead Lena to the dancefloor and they danced just like before. Gracefully, elegantly, satisfyingly to watch. You tried to pay attention to which leg starts and wehere to move but with such a handsome man few meters away from you, it was next to impossible.

Just as you and Lena exchanged places Lena told you quickly: "Relax, you know this one, just follow the music and you'll be fine!"

You hoped she was right.

You got to the spot and got in a position. This time you knew how to start. But your partner still looked at you with his bright blue eyes and asked. "Do you know where to go?"

You nodded and fixed your gaze on his chest.

"Good," he replied.

The music started and you started moving. You counted the steps in your head. Slow, slow, quick-quick, slow, slow, quick-quick.

Everything was going great. He held you just right, he never once stepped on your shoes, you relaxed and for once stoppwd counting to enjoy the feeling of his wamr rough hand wrapped around yours. Just as you let your guard down he suddenly let go of you and twirled you earning a surprised yelp out of you, then brought you back into the position as if nothing happened. He chuckled at the way you lost your count over which leg should go now.

Thank god your suffering was cut short when the song ended. Then as the man lead you back to your friend you turned to him. "That twirl wasn't in the plan! Don't scare me like that."

The man chuckled. "I'm sorry. But it was fun."

You could see the wide smile of your friend from miles. You're gonna get earful from her, aren't you?

Few dances passed and then teacher called for break. Thankfully or unfortunatelly, your handsome partner left along with hsi friends to get glass of water. While he was gone your friend turned to you. "I think he likes you!" she said cheerfuly.

"Why would you think that?" you tucked a peace of hair behind your face.

"Because he twirled you like that! It was sooo cute! Not to mention he smiled at you accassionaly"

"One twirl doesn't mean anything," you rolled your eyes, "even though he is kina cute..."

Lena's eyes sparkled. "So you like him?" she smirked.

"Yeah I guess. But it's stupid, I don't even know his name!"

"I asked while you were dancing, his name's Loki."

Loki huh? Cute name to a cute person.

The break ended and the dancing resumed. But after few dances you started to notice him limp a little.

"You okay?" you asked as he lead you to dancefloor.

"Yeah, I just have tight shoes that's all."

"Ah, I'm sorry about that," you placed your hand on his shoulder and got into position.

"I'll manage. As soon as there's another break I'm getting these shoes the fuck away from me," he chuckled and looked down on your high heels, "I pity you tho. I can't imagine walking in these things," he pointed at your shoes.

You shrugged. "I'll manage."

Few more dances passed and now time for chacha. Your personally least favourite.

As you mentally prepared for the disaster you notced Loki limp more and more but trying to surpress it. Once again you asked him if he's alright and once again he told you he'll be okay.

Then as you danced he started talking to you. "I wanted to twirl you again just now, but I decided not to," he smiled.

"Thanks for not doing it," you told him and looked in his eyes. The two of you held your gazes a little longer but then quickly looked away.

Chacha passed with zero mistakes on your side, which was a miracle on it's own. But the true disaster was just before of you.

Next came in jive. You could dance it quite good, no worries there. But Loki... As soon as the music started he did bunch of weird steps, never knew when to turn and where to step. It was awkward.

As you and Lena exchanged places and Loki once again lead you to the dancefloor he leaned down to your ear. "I don't really know how to dance this one, I'm sorry" he whispered with a hint of chuckle.

You waved your hand. "We'll survive."

It wasn't as awkward as you thought it will be. True, he didn't know what to do and was improvising most of the time, but so were you. His steps threw you off so much the both of you just stepped wherever you could to not step all over ypur partner's shoes. At the end of the dance Loki lead you back and both of you laughed at how terrible it was.

After everyone in the room danced all 15 dances you learned it was time for men to ask random girls to dance. You, a wallflower your entire life, sat down on a free chair and watched other men take theri new dance partners for the first dance. Loki took Lena. You weren't jealous or anything. You were sad, because no one came to take you. You'll always be the spare it seemed.

The dance ended, men bowed to their ladies and lead them back to their seats. You just sat there and fidgeted with your ring. Loki then extened his hand towards you. "Do you want to dance?"

Your brief depression got exchanged by joy as you slided his hand in his. "Yes! At least someone will dance with me tonight!"

"What, you're not used to men asking you to dance?"

You shook your head and smiled like crazy. Just then you realized you had no idea what dance was next. "Crap, what are we dancing?" you asked.

Loki smirked. "Surprise."

"Well, thanks a lot," you mumbled and he chuckled. Turns out the next was rumba. You and him made little smalltalk over the dance, it was mainly him cursing his shoes and you suggesting to stuff his them with napkins to avoid callosity.

The dnace ended and you reluctantly said goodbye to him in your mind. The rest wasn's so bad. Out of 15 dances you danced 7 times. Six more men chose to dance with you. First was a blonde friend of Loki's. You hoped it was Loki who suggested it. Even if it wasn't yoi were still happy someone chose you.

Then it was time for the women chosing new partners. You didn't know that many people in this group. You went to get Loki but he was already snatched by some other girl. Instead you went for the only other guy you knew, Loki's blond friend.

"Can I dance with you?"

"Sure," he downed the glass of water he was holding and took your hand. He was such a bad dancer himself. Randomly in the middle of the dance he asked. "What's your name?"

"I'm y/n."

"I'm Thor. Nice to meet you," he smiled.

"Nice to meet you too," you smiled back and finished the dance.

You sat for the next round and waited for it to be over. When it did you quickly stood up and made your way over to Loki. He looked quite spent.

"You good?" you asked first. If his feet hurt too much you wouldn't preassure him and ask someone else.

To your surprise he nodded. "Yup, I'm good."

"Well," you shifted awkwardly, "care to dance then?"

He smiled at you. "Of course."

You danced together for the last time and you enjoyed your time. You didn't even shy away and admjred him from upclose. There was a huge possibility you will never meet again so you tried to remember every single detail about him.

Unfortunately, the dance ended way too soon and he lead you back to your seat. After few more dances where you asked two or three guys you happened to know the formal part was officialy over. Next was plain old party.

Lena used this time to take you to a secluded area. "So, how was it?"

"Quite good. And you were wrong, he doesn't like me," you told her sadly.

"What? Did he tell you?"

"No, but-"

"Then there's still hope! Besides you were talking together! He didn't talk to me at all," she tried to cheer you up.

"I don't know Len, we don't even know eachother..."

Lena took your hand and lead you back where the party was. "Let's fix ut then!"

But ass soon as you stepped foot into the room again Loki was nowhere to be seen. You glanced at the clock on the nearby wall. Maybe he was too tired already.

"Ah, what a shame," you said sadly.

"Hey, don't be sad! I know few people who are his friends, we'll find a way for you guys to meet again."

"Thanks Lena," you hugged her. She really was a great friend. "Now, let's break the dnace floor!" you took her hands and lead her to the center of the room.

*

When you opened your eyes the last thing you wanted to do was to move out of your cozy warm blankets. So you searched for your phone on the nightstand to browse through youtube. As soon as you turned your phone on you saw multiple messages from your friends. But one of them stood out the most to you.

You opened the chat you have with Lena to see what she sent you. There was just a screenshot of an instagr account with one single message saying 'found him :D'. You read the name of the acount and realized it's Loki's! How Lena managed to find him was beyond you.

You quickly thanked her and searched him up on instagram. As you were about to click on the follow button you stopped yourself. Isn't it gonna look too desperate? Too weird?

You smiled sadly to yourself and shook your head. Of course it will. It always does.

You pulled back your finger and looked at his profile. No pictures, no posts, minimalist at the heart. And it was private as well. You took a screenshot and switched to youtube. You'll worry about the follow not follow thing later. Now it was time to play some songs and funny vine compilations. You had a way of contacting him in the future. That's the only thing you needed for now.