Loki Laufeyson

Odin had told Thor to go to the royal ball next week, but as usual, he said he had plans with his friends and didn't feel like going. So, as a last resort, Odin forced Loki to go, despite him protesting quite loudly. He arrived on the day of the ball, wearing his black suit and green tie as he looked around the crowded room.

Many women came up to him, knowing he was Odin's son. They called him attractive, said he would be a lady magnet, flirted with him, common stuff. But he knew that at least over half of them were only talking to him because he was a prince and most likely next in line for the throne.

He knew he wasn't, that Thor was, but he entertained them anyway, only to watch them roll their eyes and walk away when another woman approached him. Loki could feel their looks on him, the whispers as he made his way through the room.

Until he spotted one person who hadn't even spared a glance in his direction. She was a Princess that was next-in-line for the throne, he recognized her since her father knew Odin, despite her being from another one of the nine realms.

She was sitting in the corner by herself, tapping her foot and staring at the floor. So Loki decided to approach her, walking over and holding a hand out to her.

"Loki Laufeyson; would you spare me a dance with such a pretty woman?"