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In honor of Thor's name day, the Allfather held a celebratory feast. The Great Hall was pack with nobles and servants alike, sharing in the good cheer of the occasion.
Thor himself sat on his father's right, accepting the well wishes of those who spoke with him. During a lull in the conversation, Thor allowed his eyes to scan the room. His friends were seated at the table in the center of the hall. He noticed that Fandral and Hogun were in the midst of a drinking contest. He wished that he could leave the High Table to join them, but his father required him to spend the duration of the feast with his family.
Thor's eyes removed themselves from his friends and traveled over the table until he was studying the more prominent lords and ladies of the court. There was only one whom he did not recognize. Seated beside one of his father's council members, there was a maiden wearing an emerald dress. She had dark hair, flowing down her back.
"Father, do you know who the maiden in the green dress straight ahead is?"
"Ah, that is the Lady Loki. As I understand, this is her first evening at court." Odin paused for a second, but when Thor didn't say anything he prompted, "Perhaps she would like to dance."
"I shall ask her."
Without another word, Thor stepped down from the High Table and proceeded towards the beautiful maiden. Once he stood at her shoulder, Thor addressed the table, "Pardon me, but I have come to enquire as to whether or not Lady Loki would like to dance.
"Of course, my prince. I would love to dance." Her voice was soft and melodious, flowing from one syllable to the next.
Once she was standing beside him, Thor offered his arm to her. She took it, and he led her to the musician's corner. Other couples were gathered, swaying to the tune that filled the vast hall.
Thor took one of her dainty hands in his large one and placed his other hand on her waist. Her own hand came to rest on his bicep.
Dancing was not Thor's strongest skill, but he managed well enough. They spun around the floor, Loki gracefully following his every step. Thor nearly collided with several people because he was too busy staring into Loki's eyes which were a lovely shade of green. They were accented further by the color of her dress.
Growing bold, Thor slid his hand from her waist to the small of her back and pulled her slighter body flush against his own. A flush began to rise on her cheeks. Thor loved the way Loki's body fit into his as they danced. After no time at all, Loki was able to match each of his moves, and they stepped perfectly in sync.
When the song came to an end, Thor brought Loki's hand to his lips. "It has been a pleasure, my lady."
Loki blushed again. "Thank you for the lovely dance, my prince."
"Call me Thor, and you are welcome."
"Very well Thor. Please call me Loki."
"Will you allow me to escort you back to your table, Loki?" he asked her.
Loki wrapped her arms around one of Thor's muscular ones. "If you would be so kind."
Thor pulled Loki's chair out for her, but before she could sit down, Thor leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Good night, Loki."
He strode back to his place at the High Table.