It was late and the nightclub you had entered was jam-packed. Everywhere you looked there were people dancing to the explosive beat that pulsed from the large speakers, and drunken souls making fools of themselves. Normally, you weren't comfortable in places such as this, but tonight you had made an exception. Because tonight you had every reason to party.
From your place at the bar you could see everything that the club had to offer. From its flashing lights, to its excellent sound-system and wide variety of beverages, it was pure heaven. Well, to any hardcore clubber at least.
You sighed gently as you took another sip from your glass of water, and moved to ask the bartender for another when someone exhaled loudly right next to you. You already knew who it was before you turned to look, but it was a sad fact that you couldn't blow off your companion forever. No matter how tempting the idea might be.
Darcy Lewis stood in all her glory- hands on her hips- with an annoyed frown covering her pretty face. And you knew what was coming next.
Darcy had been your best friend for almost three years now, and as such she knew most everything about you. This often times meant that she was prone to sticking her nose where it didn't belong, and pushing you further than you wanted to go. Not that either of you minded too much. Seeing as you both had grown accustomed to the routine of it all. But still, you internally cringed at the thought of the coming reprimand.
"(Name)," Darcy said slowly, as she gazed at you through her stylish glasses. “Why aren't you out dancing with some hot hunk already? Or getting drunk? Or doing anything enjoyable?”
“You know I don’t drink,” you replied with an easy laugh as you downed the last sip of your ice water. “And so far the songs and men aren't doing anything for me.”
Darcy lifted her hand to her temple, and muttered something under her breath before she huffed, “Do I have to beat you, (Name)? We came here to have fun, and so far you've done nothing but people-watch and drink water! Stop being a wallflower and do something out of character just this once! Come on, you promised!”
At her whining and pouty face, you felt a wave of guilt pass over you. Because you had agreed to go clubbing with Darcy and participate in something you normally wouldn’t. And in return she had made a similar promise to indulge in an activity of your choice at a later date; a special sort of compromise that only two complete opposites could have achieved.
The reason for such a deal was simple: both you and the spunky intern had graduated several days prior, and as such, both you and Darcy had agreed that ultimate partying would happen.
And that was how you currently found yourself in a club, out of your comfort-zone, wearing an outfit you usually wouldn't be caught dead in, with an empty glass pressed against your palm.
“Alright, Darcy,” you conceded, placing your cup down on the counter with a ring of finality. "I’ll go dance.”
Darcy smiled in satisfaction. “Good. Let your inner skank come out, and stop worrying about appearances.”
You lifted an eyebrow at the inner skank comment, but before you could say anything to interject Darcy continued.
“Now, I've got to run to the little ladies’ room, and when I get back I expect you to be in full bump-and-grind mode.”
You laughed as you stood and mockingly shot her a flamboyant salute. “Aye-Aye Captain Lewis! I shall do my best!”
“Very funny, (Name). Now get going!” Darcy called over her shoulder before she disappeared into the designated girl’s bathroom.
Though you were hesitant to set foot in the space of writhing bodies, you forced yourself to move forward. Once you were officially on the dance floor you began to move. You weren't familiar with the song, but the beat was perfect, and all too soon you were lost to it.
Darcy would most likely scold you for dancing by yourself, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. There was only the feeling of letting your body go and becoming one with the song. Your hips moved of their own accord, and you swayed back and forth to the tempo with ease. And though you had never had any real instruction, you had natural rhythm and it thoroughly aided you.
You didn't realize you had closed your eyes until the song ended and a new one began. Your gaze was unfocused for several long seconds because of the strobe lights, but they once more grew accustomed to the strange colors at your insistent bidding. And it was as you shifted your newly focused, (e/c) gaze that you met a pair of shining green eyes.
The intensity and beauty of those eyes made a shiver run down the length of your spine, and you quickly looked away.
Cursing yourself, you once more chanced a peek.
Initially you hadn't meant to stare, but you really couldn't help yourself. Not when the owner of those startlingly deep eyes absolutely breathtaking.
He wore black pants and a green dress shirt, which was an added bonus- you had always loved a sharp dressed man. He was tall and quite lean, and it was obvious that he had hidden strength from the way his clothes hugged his frame. And to top off the already good list of positives; he had long, black hair the shade of raven’s wings that hung to his shoulders, and features that were perfectly chiseled and angular.
It seemed that there was a good-looking man on the dance floor after all . . . But you’d never have the guts to go chat him up. . . Not when there were already several chicks checking him out and so openly flirting with him.
So, you turned your back to the handsome, green-eyed creature and once more fought to get lost in the animalistic beat.
As your senses were once more overcome, you swayed with precision, noting the way that the music seemed to reverberate through you as your hips moved with a mind of their own. You actually knew this song and it showed. Before when you had danced it was merely child’s play. Now as you spun and bounced, you let yourself go. No more timid hand motions or half-placed steps. You were dancing, and life was good.
Then, as you once more swung your shoulders and head, you felt two hands take hold of your waist. Surprised, you quickly turned to see who had invaded your space, and was once more met with stunning light green eyes.
It was Mr. Hottie!
You had stopped dancing when he had grabbed you, since it had been unexpected. But now, as he drew you closer to him and tightened his grip on your waist, you started to dance again.
His hands guided the rhythm of your hips with the fluid mobility of a master, and you unconsciously leaned back into his chest as he moved you across the dance floor. Your steps weren't your own as you let the stranger lead you, but you couldn't bring yourself to challenge his unspoken authority. Because you found that you actually didn't mind it. Not when he was so careful and gentle in his leading, and made you feel as if you were floating on air.
Then, just as quickly as it had started the song ended.
You felt disappointed as you began to pull away, but your retreat was denied when your partner didn't loosen his grip.
“Would you not humor me with a second dance?”
You felt like your legs would melt as you heard him speak for the first time, but you did a good job of hiding it as you replied.
“I thought that you would prefer to dance with one of the women that have been making eyes at you.”
You didn't know what you had expected, but when the handsome devil smirked at you, you had to admit that you were somewhat surprised.
“There should be no fear of that.”
“Why,” you wondered aloud.
“They bore me.”
You did a spit-take. He was bored when all the best looking chicks were drooling over him? Then what on earth was he doing holding onto you?
“And I don’t?” You asked in a small voice.
“You seemed shocked by my revelation,” he offered as he once more began to lead you through the crowd.
“Yeah,” you admitted. “Just a bit. . . But the question is: why am I not boring you like the others?”
The man turned you around to face him, and dropped you into a graceful dip before giving any answer.
“I have watched you all night, and you haven’t disappointed my first impressions of your character. Which is more than can be said for the other mortal women I've danced with this evening.”
At his straightforward confession you were confused, flattered, and a bit wary. What kind of expectations had you unconsciously lived up to? And why had he used the word ‘mortal’?
“Well . . . I suppose it’s good to make a decent first impression.”
The man smiled, and you were in awe of how straight and white his teeth were.
“Indeed, favorable notions are imperative more often than not. . . Though, I still don’t know your overall opinion of me yet, Midgardian.”
What was with this guy and strange words/phrases? Perhaps he just liked using different speech patterns than the normal populace. . . Well, whatever his reasoning, you found that you actually did like him. Even with his physical beauty and wonderful dancing skills aside, he was charismatic and fun to talk to.
Slowly you felt a blush spread across your face, as your mouth opened without your permission.
“Well, you dance very well,” you complimented sincerely. “And you carry on a conversation without any trouble. So my first impression would be positive.”
You watched in fascination as a radiant smile broke across his handsome face, before he came to stop you both at the edge of the crowded dance floor.
“If I have your favor, then I suppose tonight has been worthwhile.” Then, he took your hand into his own and placed a kiss to your knuckles, “Farewell, mortal. Until we meet again.”
You stared at your hand and then back up at the man who flashed you one last smirk before he turned on his heel and made his way back towards the center of the nightclub.
“Bye,” you called softly with a giddy wave of your hand, before you too turned away and walked back to the bar where you saw Darcy waiting for you.
Your steps were light, and your mood a happy one as you approached Darcy where she had been watching, and gave her a dazed smile. “Hey there . . . How was the bathroom?”
Darcy immediately ignored your attempt at small talk, and gawked at you with an open mouth.
“No freakin' way!”
“No freakin' way what?”
“Do you know who you were just dancing with?”
“No, should I?”
Darcy shook her head in amazement. “You just got hot and heavy with a Norse God! That was Thor’s big bad brother! You know: the burdened-with-glorious-purpose-guy?”
“. . . Say what?”
“You just danced with the dude that almost blew New York City off the map!” Darcy said, flailing her arms for emphasis. “(Name)! That was LOKI!”
You turned rapidly to look for said Trickster, but found that he had effectively disappeared.
Once you had given up on finding him, you stood perfectly still as the news sunk in, and for once you weren't sure how you felt. For how many people could say that they had danced with a mythological being while they were visiting a nightclub?
. . . But then, after a minute, your lips upturned into a large grin.
Crazy, lying, murderous God or not, this Loki fellow was a fabulous dancer.