Chapter 3
Draco was standing in front of the mirror admiring himself, he had worn a dark grey three piece suit with white shirt and black striped tie. He looked amazing if he says so himself. His nails were painted. His long hair was pull back in a bun and settled intentionally messy, small diamond stud was perfectly sat on his ear. He just needed perfect watch to get ready.
And he was anxious. This was the first time he was meeting Freyja, she was a goddess for heaven’s sake. He has yet to meet Hela, although Harry assures him that she is quite excited to meet “blondie” who has enticed her brother. How in the Seven did he get in the middle of Norse Gods?
“tu devrais porter ce zenith” (you should wear this zenith) came a voice behind him.
Draco turned around and saw Loki standing in his rooms, smiling slightly. He looked regal. Ofcourse he looked he might have just step out of a bloody fashion magazine Kaia is so obsessed with. Okay maybe he was also obsessed a bit. He wore an all black suit. Seriously did he own another colour than black and green? Anyway the suit hugged him amazingly at all the right places. His nails were painted as well and he wore rings on his fingers. His hair was loose around his shoulders, they look wonderfully soft. Draco wanted to pull them lightly. He worn bloody eyeliner. He cannot quite fathom how beautiful and fucking hot he looked. He suddenly felt parched.
Evidently, Loki noticed that and he gave Draco a smirk. And his eyes lit up with amusement. Loki clearly knows what effect he has on Draco. This party has been hosted by the Malfoy family since centuries. There has never been a party where a Malfoy was not the centre of attention. It seems today will be the day where this tradition maybe broken. Draco does not mind. He will be happy to stand in side all evening and stare at Loki. Does the sound creepy? He hopes not.
“oh?” Draco replied intelligently.
“chérie, cette montre te irait plutôt bien. tu ne penses pas?” (Darling, that watch would look pretty good on you. Don’t you think?) Loki said as
he walked over to chest of drawers where the watches are kept. He took one out with silver band and a navy blue face. It was beautiful watch. He came over to Draco and fastened the watch on his wrist. He breathed out as Loki tucked away a loose strand of hair behind his ears.
“you look beautiful, ñuha jorrāelagon” (my love) Loki whispered in his ears.
“you don’t look bad yourself.” Draco replied breathlessly.
Loki chuckled and kissed Draco’s cheek. Honestly, where was the modesty.
Loki is the most diva person he had ever met. He took care of his personal hygiene upto the point of OCD. He commanded every room he ever stepped in. his magic is so stifling yet so unobtrusive that it takes proper concentration to take note of it. His eyes are the colour of emerald. Does Draco even need gemstones when he has Loki’s eyes on him? His eyes are wildfire and he is ready to get burn.
“maintenant, pourquoi tes cheveux sont-ils en chignon? tu as l'air majestueux dans tes tresses.” (“Now why is your hair in a bun? you look majestic in your braids.”) Loki asked.
As if it was common for men to wear braids in their hair. Draco had always loved braids, they really do make him look like some sort of prince. Especially with wizarding robes and his utterly useless cane. Draco had loved braids even more when Loki started doing them in his hair with his hands. Turns out it was therapeutic for both Loki and Draco. It was nice to enjoy each other’s company in complete silence.
“pensez-vous que c'est une bonne idée de tresser mes cheveux?” (do you think it's a good idea to braid my hair) Draco asked anxiously.
“Darling, you do not have to worry about what people say” Loki replied firmly.
“But, your Mother-”
“my mother would absolutely love to see your triumphs presented in your hair” Loki said reassuringly.
“if you are sure” Draco acquiesced skeptically.
Loki tucked few loose strands behind his ears and Draco could immediately feel his magic braiding his hair. It sent a chill down his spine. He was always sensitive to magic. Especially Loki’s magic. He had a feeling Loki was used to hide his seidr behind numerous enchantments and spells but he never hid from Draco. Harry had never felt Loki’s magic and he was the bloody master of death.
“hmm, you look ravishing, ñuha jorrāelagon” he purred.
And that was a strike. He wrapped his fingers around Loki’s tie as a leverage and brought his face down to his level and kissed him. Draco finally felt like he was breathing again. Loki circled his hands around Draco’s waist and Draco curled his other hand in his hair, like he had dying to do a moment ago. Loki had always smelled of old books and ink and Lotus. Like he had spent days in library. But today he smelled of sandalwood and daises, also faintly of old books. Draco wanted to inhale him.
“I have missed you” Draco said as he started kissing him behind ear.
“I have missed you too, Darling” Loki tightened his grip on him and kissed him again.
“how much more time, Draco? You have to be fashionably late not rudely late.” Harry called as he knocked on the door.
Draco and Loki sprint apart as if they were caught doing something illegal. They groaned simultaneously.
“Just a minute” Draco called back
“oh and Loki, come fifteen minutes after our host has arrived. With your mother this time, please” Harry chuckled as he walked away.
“what in the Seven Hell? I can’t hide anything from this man” Draco cried.
“that is why he keeps you out of trouble, Darling” Loki said blithely.
As if. Trouble follows Harry Potter more than it follows Taylor Swift. If Draco didn’t know better one would think Harry’s the master of Chaos rather than master of Death.
“I beg your pardon?” Draco replied incredulously. Loki just grinned devilishly at him and he knew he is remembering all the time Draco had to call harry to save his arse.
“Nevermind. You should come after twenty minutes approximately. you will introduce your mother as the relative of the Kingdom of Tristhan, you know Harry’s Indian relatives.” Draco reminded him.
And the nerves started coming back up. Oh Seven he was going to meet the Queen of the Universe in a setting where she was just a relative of Harry. What will she think about us? will she think take this as a lack of respect? Should he bow when he sees her? Or should he curtsy? Hundreds of questions started running around his head.
Loki took Draco’s hand in his hands and squeezed gently. His touch anchoring Draco to the present.
“gīda ilagon, issa jāre naejot jorrāelagon ao” (calm down, she is going to love you) Loki said gently. He knows how much high valyrian calms his nerves and let him focus.
“ao pendagon sīr ?” (you think so?) Draco replied in small voice.
“kessa” (yes) Loki kissed Draco’s cheeks once more and let him go “iksan jāre. ūndegon ao isse lantēpsa. gaomagon daor zūgagon. kesan sagon lēda ao”
(i am going. see you in twenty. do not fear. i will be with you)