There it was the moment you wanted nothing more than to escape. You exhale lightly as you gently readjusted the straps on your dress, your eyes staring at your reflection in slight discomfort. You never grew to love your body, despite all the ways you’ve managed to heal your old wounds, you knew deep down that some part of you will never accept your curves. You hated how quickly your mind can determine the outcome of your mood, wishing more than anything you can look as beautiful as the women you see in magazines. You swallow down your nerves as you take in your emerald satin dress, your curves fitting beautifully against the fabric.

Beautiful. You hear a familiar whisper behind your back as your eyes glanced up to meet Loki’s from the reflection of the mirror. Your heart began to race uncontrollably in your chest as you take in his appearance. His eyes pierced into yours with clear fascination as you felt vulnerable to his gaze.

You’re staring. You point out nervously as you turned around to properly face him, despite your pulse going a hundred miles per hour. Loki lightly chuckles at your startled state as he carefully moves closer towards you, his eyes never leaving yours.

Can you blame me? He wondered with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You look absolutely ravishing darling.