T'is yet another night for yet another of Thor's parties.

This time, though, I truly debated staying up at my chambers and avoiding him at all costs. Hel, t'is about to be a disaster, trust me and mine own judgement in that Thor is already, in fact, inebriated.

The lot of his guests begin to filter in and, surely, they art just hither to hath a grand old time, but I see no fun in this, no, only boredom. I greet e'eryone and stand thither, next to Thor, and try to dissociate mine own self from his... well, large personality.

After a while, we disperse and we art to enjoy the party. I believe Thor took that in a far too literal sense.

"Brother!" Thor announces like a buffoon, stumbling o'er to me like a madman nearly an hour later.

I catch him, as I suppose he would hath done for me if I had done the same, which, I most certainly would not hath.

"What is't, thine oaf?" I ask him, truly wondering what he could possibly want of me at a time like this.

"I hath been looking for thee! Thou art missing the party o'er hither in thine lonely corner. Join us!"

"I most certainly am not lonely, Thor. I am perfectly fine hither," I told him, attempting to push him away.

"Nonsense! Thou cannot be happy simply holding up the walls as such," he mocked my stance. "Hath a drink!"

"By Odin's name, no," I refused.

"Then come dance with me," he offered, extending his hand. "Let us go to the balcony, brother."

I looked at him as if he were truly the baboon he made himself out to be. I, then, took his hand reluctantly, as he ne'er would hath let't go, and off we were. We walked through the gilded door and left the party behind us, closing the door firmly behind as we stepped outside upon the balcony, our faces lit only by the stars in the galaxy before us.

"Is this not better than that which we hath left behind?" he questioned.

"I suppose thou art right, t'is rather wonderful out hither amidst the night," I replied, looking out into the abyss of the sky above us. "Though, who shall entertain the guests in thine stead?"

"I am sure they shall be fine on their own for a moment," he chuckled. "Now, art thou to just stand thither and watch the night unfold, or art thou planning to dance, as thou promised thou would?" He extended his hand to me.

"I made no such promise, Thor," I retaliated. "I agreed only to please thine drunken self, to which I see was a mere mirage. Methinks t'was but a trick, though, that seems to be something more of my likeness."

"Doth not be a bore, Loki," he came back. "Perhaps a simple trick t'was all thou required to hath some amusement." I looked at him like I was unsure about all this by cause I simply knew t'was a terrible idea. "Doth not look at me like that; I know thou need this. Take mine hand."

I took in a breath and placed my hand in his. He swiftly pulled me whence I stood to the place just before him. The music from within the castle walls flooded outward and surrounded us before we even started that which we hast planned.

The orchestra- they were playing a quaint, slow tune and't rang in my ears as the birds doth amidst the trees in the morrow.

His hand rested upon my waist and held me closer than I would hath expected him to be comfortable with. Yet, he appeared to be perfectly congenial as his eyes seemed to peer straight through me.

Our feet tapped wonderfully across the gilded tiles that had lain upon the balcony. T'seemed as though we hath done this exact thing but a million times, when't hath really only e'er been this once.

That steely look of his, withal, I could barely stand. How could he manage such a thing for so long? T'appeared as if he might wish to say something but was unsure how to truly go about't.

"Yes?" I began, hoping to spark his thoughts or, perhaps, push him to speak his mind.

"T'is nothing, truly," he assured me.

"Trust me and mine own judgement when I declare that I know a liar when I see one. Be frank with me, Thor, and spit't out," I demanded.

"I... t'is nothing but thine eyes."

"What of them?" I asked defensively.

"No, Loki... no. They look to be ethereal and seem almost superlunary. T'is as if they show nothing at all of who thou truly art and show nothing but innocence and candor. Dost thou know wherefore?"

I was at a loss for words. "I doth not know what to say... no, I suppose, I hath not a reason but a suspicion. Mayhap my innocence and candor in this moment art being reflected solely in mine own viridescent irises."

"Conceivably so, I suppose. Though, I cannot see what about this is so incredibly irregular. Surely thou hath danced with another before," he proposed.

"I am afraid not."

"By Odin, Loki," he appeared appalled. "I shall not bruit this amongst the partygoers, but dost thou hath a reason for such nonsense?"

"No, Thor," I returned his shock. "Perhaps, simply, there is not a damsel for mine own self."

"Poppycock," he announced. "Thither remains a lot of fizgigs at the room we left behind. Thou had plenty of choices thither that would hath taken thou well before thou even offered."

"And? Be't the business of thine likeness?" I defended my decisions. "I think't not."

"Loki, hath I offended thou?"

"No- thou should pore on the subject of this dance we might share hither and how this could be in the stead of that which thou propose."

"Then," he came back filled with tranquility anew. "Brother, let't be the first of many."

And, without another utterance, he began to lead our joined selves around the balcony beneath the stars. We moved so eloquently hither and thither, t'was so incredibly strange, this dynamic between us.

I looked down upon us both and how we touched together so wondrously, before feeling the simple touch of his golden locks upon my face. When I peered up at him and into his somehow voracious eyes, I felt mine own self getting lost in a facade created by none other than that which stood before me.

He was lit as if a candle was being held between us and, upon looking closer, his eyes appeared more so wistful and bright than anything else.

I found our faces drawing closer out of instinct, or, perhaps, be't an impulse. His intoxicated breath hit my face, as we were rather close, indeed. I watched as he seemingly examined my lips and I felt almost compelled to doth the same, but, more willingly, using our tongues in place of our eyes.

No, I cannot think that- can I?

The door began to creak and we pushed one another away as if we were bane in and of ourselves.

"What, on Asgard, art thou two doing hither?" Lady Sif pondered.

Upon little response, I jumped in. "Just breathing, Lady. I found't troublesome to intake such hot air in that ballroom. Forgive him, I only asked that he join me so that I might not be alone."

"Very well," she replied. "But, Thor, there art some of us inside awaiting thine return."

"Yes, Sif," he said, eventually. "I shall be arriving alongside thou, then."

He left my side and walked back in with her, not looking back at my bastard self for even a moment.

As for the rest of this terrible night, I spent't alone on the balcony... regretting whatever the Hel that was.