Multi-Fandom Imagines

Merry Go-Round of Life (Loki x Reader)

A/n: Hello everybody! Today is October 24, 2021. Welcome to Day 1 of 7 Days to Halloween! Everyday you will get 1 new oneshot pertaining to a different character. It's storming really badly right now, so what better to do than to write?

Ugh, look at him go.

Y/n watches Prince Loki twirl around on the dance floor with practically every single person with two functioning legs. Crowded in the ring of people surrounding the dance floor, she stands there, crammed between some official something-or-other.

Elbowing them to leave her a little bit of room, Y/n is able to stand up straighter, smoothing over her blood-red ruffled gown. Fussing over the drawstrings of the corset a little, she draws her bottom lip between her teeth, nibbling on it as she watches the cursed handsome prince bewitch practically everyone with his charm.

Y/n didn't have much of a title to her name, only an upcoming witch that is consistently outspoken. The only reason she finds herself here is Queen Mother Frigga's liking to her, insisting on her to attend the All Hallows' Eve Ball over tea last week.

The ballroom is magnificently decorated. From Y/n's maid friends, she had known that the preparations had spanned weeks to perfect it exactly to the Royal Family's likes. 

Candles are placed in every chandalier, sconce, and table, illuminating the grand gold hall in a whimsical yet eerie glow. Of course, as the season calls, arrangements of pumpkins, corn, and sunflowers are the centerpieces at every table lining the dance floor. Pumpkins also rest on the flat surfaces of the band instruments tucked in the corner, as well as trim along the room.

A prescence behind Y/n makes her back straighten, hairs raising on the back of her neck as her eyes gloss over, vaguely glued on the womanizer prince before her. "Lady Y/n," a booming voice says from behind her. "How beautiful you look tonight. If I may say, red certainly suits you."

Y/n turns around to find Thor standing behind her with a warm yet slightly arrogant smile, his hand outturned for her, awaiting her own. "Thank you, Prince Thor. Your mother had it made for me. Figured it would suit me," she says, placing it in his.

He leans down, bringing her knuckles up to smash against his lips a little roughly. "My mother," he chuckles. "A matchmaker and a minx is what she is. But, what the heck? Why not give her what she wants?" Thor offers, slightly tugging her off in the opposite direction.

Y/n begins to say something before a tap on her shoulder interuppts them. She turns around, loose curled strands of hair flying before she finds herself looking into the striking eyes of the younger prince. 

The music has changed, a slow piano ballad taking over from the jovial flute. "Alas, dear brother, Lady Y/n has promised me a dance prior. Surely, you understand?" Loki muses, an eyebrow quirked up as his hand wraps around Y/n's oposite.

Thor's eyes narrow as a shrill flute decrescendos. "Of...course, brother. You two have fun now," he says, backing off.

Y/n turns to Loki. "I promised no such thing!"

"Oh, but surely, you wouldn't turn a prince down?" Loki pouts. At Y/n's silence, he smirks, raking in her form. "Thor does have a point. That dress is practically delectable on you, but I have something else in mind."

The viola and cello pick up into a playful zigzag as Loki tugs Y/n through the wall of people. As they go through, her body tingles, growing heavier ever so slightly. Once they break through, she looks down to find her red dress gone.

Instead, it's been replaced by a soft, flowing deep green tulle gown, with a wired bodice and draping sleeves. Loki pauses, considering her. "There we are. Much better, don't you agree? You match the forest. And me."

Loki's hand wraps around her waist, tugging her against his chest. Cymbols crash.

Their fingers intertwine. The flute sings out.

Loki smirks at Y/n. The band begins plucking away in a jovial aggression.

With one step back, the song is in its prime, as well as the waltz. Unsure of where her dancing skill came from, Y/n has no choice but to follow the well-trained Prince, who, in fact, smiles down at her, leading her with a confident ease.

The slit provides her feet easy access to the ballroom floor without tripping, but the train of the gown swishes at the hem of the discarded maiden's dresses, causing them to gasp in disgust at the sight. 

Y/n glances down at her heeled feet, checking to see if her footwork is alright.

"Focus on me, darling," Loki mutters, nodding at Y/n solemnly as his fingers quirk her chin up to look at him. "You're doing brilliantly. A natural."

"I-I don't know how I'm doing this," Y/n stammers, allowing Loki to reach up and spin her quickly, her gown flying out and whipping at him before reigning her back to his chest.

"Hallows' Eve magic," Loki shrugs, a mischevious twinkle glimmering in his eye.

The music grows louder, speeding into a quick work of the climax. Loki still moves faster, drawing her into a spin before pulling her back in, freezing at the center of the floor. The violin decresendoes down quickly before it wanes down to the end of the song, Loki dipping her slowly, bent over her while his sturdy hands support her cinched waist.

He guides her back up, their faces terribly close. His minty breath wafts over her face, his intoxicating scent of wealth and pine flooding Y/n's senses. "Happy All Hallows' Eve, my darling. To many more."

AW SHUCKS MAN I LOVE THIS