Only When She Danced
Title: Only When She Danced
Pairing: Mob!Loki x Stripper! Female Reader
Warnings: Explicit Content, Minors DNI, 18+, Mob Activity, Adult Entertainment, Obsession, Possessiveness, Implied Power Imbalance, voyeuristic leanings, forbidden attraction, dark vibes.
Words: 272 words
A/N: Entry for January Jumble Scribbles @societynsoelsscribbles - This is connected to your Lion and Mouse Mob!Thor AU @crazyunsexycool (bit of a soft launch for these two, but couldn't pass up a chance to let them have an outing with this prompt…)
Prompt: Jan 7th ‘Do you love me now that I can dance?’
He didn’t used to come at this hour.
There had been no need. His business here never required him past ten. Still, here he was. Again. Standing in the far corner of the VIP balcony like a shadow that slipped through the cracks, just late enough that the music was slower, the lights dimmer, and you had taken the stage.
He told himself it was convenience. That the timing made sense, that his presence here kept things in check. That the club manager paid better attention when he watched.
But it was a lie.
Because the truth was: you moved like sin wrapped in silk. Loki couldn’t stay away.
You never looked at him, not directly. But he saw the shift in your hips the moment you knew he was watching. He watched the promise you gave the crowd.
You were a master of suggestion. Smoke and mirrors. An eternal tease.
And Loki? Loki was a man who hated to be denied.
He came when the show had worn its glamour into something molten. When the sweat gleamed on your skin and the lights carved you into something ethereal. The other men watched with their mouths open and their minds empty. But Loki watched like a scholar faced with holy scripture.
You, a sin he could name in every language.
He shouldn’t want you. Not here. Not like this. Not when the club was technically ‘family business’, you were beneath him, in structure, in system, in status.
Yet….
Loki leaned on the railing now, drink untouched, tie loose. Eyes fixed on the slow arc of your body as your heels clicked across the stage. He should leave. The buzz in his pocket breaking the spell. Small mercy as he turned his back.. Family, Empire.. that had to come first.