As the Avengers personal witch you were bombarded with task and favours daily. Most of the time you didn't mind but took joy in causing chaos and pranks when bored.
Loki being the god of tricks himself admired Y/n's skills in sorcery and mischief...
"Give it some time..." Nat grins, Wanda by her side with the same look, both obviously blessed with the knowledge of you and Peter's plan for an entrance of the century.
A sudden spark of blue flames burst in the centre of the party floor, the Avengers all grabbing their stowed away weapons. Though it fell from their grasp as they saw the centre of the explosion being you.
"Hades! Goddess of the underworld! At none of your services," Your hair flared up with trickles of blue, cascading softly in fake wind that only effected you. "How sentimental... I haven't been this choked up since I got a hunk of moussaka caught in my throat!"
Not an eyelash was batted which played perfectly.
"So is this an audience or a mosaic?" You saunter down the stairs to the Avengers who dropped jaws to attract flies.
"Hades!" Peter announced from the entrance making everyone turn to him. "Give me back Meg!"
"This little doll?" MJ turned up in your arms, bound by a velvet cloth of smoke. Of course she was part of this too, dressed in a silky purple dress. "Jeez, don't think I should," her feet fumbled over each other as you spun her around in a waltz.
"You're asking for it!" Peter plays along obviously showing it was all an act.
"Oh, I'm so scared," grasping at your cheeks, MJ was flung to Thor who was dressed as a firemen. "Hold that for me, big boy," Rubbing your greyed hands together a ball of flames spewed towards Peter after your directed breath.
A few blows were struck, though none worthy of noting considering this was all an elaborate trick. Loki trailed his eyes along your style of combat, using your precise magic to target Peter perfectly.
He caught sight of a pattern when you were to let Peter land a strike. Your nose tilted slightly with your lips. He found it quite enchanting, entrancing, call it what you must but he couldn't help but widen his hung open jaw into a smile.
Though it all ended when you and Peter both ended the act with you sinking into a deep pit of mewling souls pleading for mercy.
The crowd erupted with cheers at the act. Creating positive uproar when you turn up next to MJ and Peter with a curtsy.
"That was some show!" Bucky applauds as you make your way over, letting Herc and Meg mingle with Ned who enjoyed every moment.
"Thanks, not easy being a goddess," admiring your talon like nails, you cut your act short with a spontaneous chuckle. "You have no idea how long that took to plan! You guys liked it though, right?"
"Very much so!" Thor clapped yet again as the group hums.
Taking a solemn seat next to a normally dressed Loki, your brows knitted together. "Where is your costume?"
"I'm a vampire," He gestures to his suit, goblet of wine and fangs which revealed more noticeably when he widens his grin.
"Lame!" taking up a blood coloured lollipop you stick it in your mouth and lean back, enjoying the company of your companions.
"I do admire the attire, Enchantress," the trickster merged his hand through your flaming hair and laughed, his lips pursed and the air leaving through his nose. "Clever trick,"
"I'm glad you like it,"
"Drink up, Hades," the assassin dressed as that of a scientist glossed a shot across the table towards you. The pearly liquid landing droplets which dragged across the glass in smooth swirls. It's icy hot burn coating down your throat, knife against silk in a sense.
It seemed your flames felt the effects as they burned bright like a bonfire. "Didn't know that happened," Nat took your hand and dragged you to the dance floor with Clint who was trying to finish his jelly snake.
Despite the crude music, the sloppy surroundings, strobe lights, you managed to elegantly dance to each beat that boomed from the speakers louder than when his brother laughed.
Staring was all he could. Loki felt hopeless looking at you, a lost puppy wanting nothing more than your attention. Reveling in the feeling when you gave it to him, a feeling that caused his heart to skip one too many beats.
And at this moment he felt that. That one too many skips when you made eye contact with him.
The avengers watched with silent snickers behind their chosen drinks. Then of course, there was Thor who had downed all his Asgardian liquor. "Go to her, brother!" Loki was suddenly on the floor, being pushed over by Thor's large hands.
"Damn you, you oaf!"
"If you stare any longer you could paint a portrait, reindeer boy," Pietro smirks which caused his drink the freeze up in his hand and a scream to escape his lips.
"Quiet yourself before I freeze more than just your drink, snail," Loki stands up and combs back his hair with a scowl.
"Why are we threatening Pietro?" Loki spins to see you behind him.
"No reason, Enchantress,"
"Good," a spark shot through his nerves when you took his hand. "Because we are dancing,"
"I don't think-" but with that he was taken to the dance floor, your hand clutching his tight, "This isn't a good idea..."
"Of course it is!" As you moved to the tune, Loki stood stiff lipped, his feet planted to the ground as he observed everyone's random moves which made no sense to what the pattern was. Your finger brought his eyes to meet yours again. "This isn't the waltz, Lokes, just move how you want to,"
"How I want to?"
"Yup," now with both his hands in yours you started to move them along, back and forth, side to side, until Loki got the hang of it. "Let loose, Lokes," with you spinning beneath your interconnected hands he laughs quietly.
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