The young prince
(1?) You knew you would get in trouble if you was seen by the guards, but the second you saw him you forgot all about it. The smirk he send you from across the room sent chills down you spine in anticipation for what to me. For him you was most likely just another one to keep him warm at night, but got you was the prince of Asgaard so much more. The live music and roars of laughter filled the air, but you could have sworn you heard him whisper your name. Thor as usual was the center of attention, telling tales about their adventures. Which meant that nobody likely saw Loki gesturing for you to come close, or the fact that though your brain told you not to do it, you still felt yourself walk across the room towards him. For who had ever been able to say no to the dark haired young prince with the magic hands when he called upon you? Certainly not you, a thing you always cursed yourself out for when you was sneaking out of his chamber the next morning. He reaches out his hand and at this point by instinct you let him swirl your closer, now pressed up against his chest. He leaned down, his cold breath giving you goosebumps as he whispered. “How about we go somewhere a little more private.” His fingers slide down your arms until they entangle with your own and he lead you away from the festivities.
—Now, it’s been wayyyyy to long since I been working on fanfic due to working on a original story. But if you guys will like to see more of my crappy writing don’t hesitate to ask ✍🏽🧐 (otherwise I might so I don’t bombard you with cringe worthy material 😂 ) hope you all staying safe and keeping hydrated!
