I had seen a few pictures around of Loki in dresses, this made me want to try a story were he somehow ended up dressed as a girl. In the end I settled on a very strange version of Cinderella, so you can sort of say this is AU. This story is mostly inspired by the art work of Thacmis from Deviant art. Normal warnings at the starts, fluff, angst and man on man love, so if you do not like these things please do not read. I have dyslexia and do the best I can with spellings by using spelling software.

Masked confessions

Part one:

It all began with Thor and his fascination everything to with Midgard. This enthralment had led to the prince wanting to hold a masquerade ball on Asgard. Of cause because the prince suggested his idea to his father the idea was met with great acclaim and so it was that Asgard was to hold its very first masquerade ball. All the immortals had eagerly thrown themselves into the preparations, well nearly all...Loki took no part in making ready for the ball, this was mostly because no one wanted him to lay any traps to upset the evening. The other only other immortal not helping prepare for the event were of cause the guardian and Loki's friend Sigyn. The quiet goddess seldom had much to do with such big events so it was of no surprise to anyone that she should not help now.

Much to his surprise Loki found that he wanted to go to the ball. The immortal wanted to go in such a way no one would ever realise that it was him. The god of mischief did not actually want to go to cause trouble he had a different desire for that night deep in his heart. Loki wanted to spend the night with Thor, a night with no one judging him or expecting the worst of him. The god wanted to dance in the arms of the prince and confess a secret which ached to escape him every time he looked at the thunder god.

The trickster was well aware that there was only one person on Asgard who could and would help him to achieve his aim if he told them the reason he wanted to the ball. So it was that Loki made his way to see Sigyn and ask his old and faithful friend if she would help him in his quest. After even though he was good at illusions the trickster could only become people he had actually seen. Sigyn however did not have this problem she was extremely talented with actual disguises and had often supplied Loki with them when he needed them.

Quietly the god of mischief entered her rooms, he found the goddess sitting by a window embroidering. The brown haired lady looked up at the sound of Loki's entrance and noticing the serious look on his face put her embroidery to one side. "From the look of you Loki this is about to be a very serious conversation. I think you had best take a seat and then tell me what brings you to talk to me."

Loki settled on a chair, he let out a deep sigh and then spoke to Sigyn. "I want to go to the masquerade. I do not want to cause trouble but neither do I wish to be recognised. I want to use this occasion to make a heartfelt confession that otherwise I would not be able to make."

"I believe that you are alluding to the love you feel for Thor but keep concealed. You need not look so surprised, I have been your friend and confidant long enough to know you better than you think. I will consent to help you, but only on the understanding that you faithfully promise me you will cause no mischief."

"I promise you Sigyn, I will cause no trouble this night. After all to do so would be counterproductive to my desires."

"Very well, I will take you at your word because you have never broken your word to me and I do not believe you would begin such a thing now. Come to me on the night of the ball and I will conceal your identity, so that you may act on the feeling in your heart."

Loki gave the goddess a grateful smile. "I thank you. Might I ask in return that if any one makes enquiries about me after the ball you will not tell them who I was disguised as?"

"I promise Loki, I will not tell this secret." With a satisfied nod the god of mischief rose from the chair and left the rooms of the goddess. He was more than happy that she would take care of his disguise for the night of the masquerade.

So it was that on the night of ball Loki left his rooms, he slipped silently and unseen through the corridors of the castle to Sigyn's rooms. The goddess was waiting for him inside; she smiled at Loki and held a dress out towards him. The god of mischief stared at her for a moment with disbelief, the smile on the face of the goddess grew. "I thought for a great deal of time and came to the conclusion that I could disguise you as a fine lady. No one is going to suspect it is you if you look like a woman."

The raven haired man let out a deep breath. "Yes, I will confess you are correct, if I were to go to the ball as a female no one would think that it is me." Loki took the dress from Sigyn, he stepped into another room and changed into the beautiful gown.

Once he was changed the god of mischief turned to look at himself in a nearby mirror. The immortal could hardly believe how this forest green velvet dress with its slightly belled skirts made him look so much more feminine. The bodice clung to him making him look as though he had a female figure and the skirts gave the illusion of hips. The dress had a simple scoop neckline which helped to make sure that his lack of bust was not so notable. The close fitting sleeves made the most of long slender his arms. The selves and skirt were embroidered at the bottom edges with an elegant interweaving swirling pattern. Carefully he drew on a golden pair of shoes, which fitted onto his feat like a pair of gloves and glowed in the light of the room.

Now changed the god stepped out into the main room; Sigyn looked at him and gave a satisfied nod. "Just a few more touches and your disguise will be perfect. Please come here and sit down." The goddess said pulling a chair out before a mirror.

Loki carefully walked over to the chair and sat down. The goddess paced a simple charm on his hair so it grew in long waves to his waist. The lady placed a simple green chocker round Loki's neck; it was decorated with a jet rose at the centre and swags of gold chains along the bottom edge. Sigyn carefully drew the sides of the god's hair braiding it and tying it at the back of the head with a gold ribbon. The goddess then put some make up onto him, carefully making up his eyes and putting on some natural shaded lip stick. "There what do you think Loki?"

The god looked at himself in the mirror and couldn't believe the magic she had worked on him. "This is amazing. I look beautiful."

"Good, I am glad you like it." Carefully she slipped into his hair at the back three roses one gold one green and one black. The goddess now satisfied with this appearance, handed the god a green black and gold domino mask with rounded edges.

With a slightly nervous gulp Loki placed the mask on. He stood the trickster looked himself over and could find nothing wrong with his appearance. Sigyn smiled at him widely she then spoke to the god. "So what name are you going to take for yourself for the night?"

"Lorika."

"I cannot help but feel that name might be to near to your real name."

"You might have a point."

"Might I suggest Loria?"

Loki blinked at his friend for a moment then smiled softly. "Loria...Yes that sounds perfect."

"Good, I shall get changed for the ball. I think however it may be best if you come to the masquerade after me so no one makes any association between us."

"Agreed." The trickster waited for the goddess to remerge from her changing room. When she did Sigyn wore a lovely but simple shimmering blue dress and matching mask. Loki smiled at her and said sincerely. "How lovely you look tonight."

"Thank you Loki." The lady said softly crossing the room to the doors of her room. She halted there and looked back at the raven haired good. "Good luck with your confession to Thor my friend. However do be aware that all the masks will be coming off at midnight and try to have absented yourself from the ball before that time." With that warning and wish of luck, Sigyn left Loki alone in her room.

Once the god was reasonably certain that enough time had passed for their entrances to the ball not to be connected any more he slipped out of Sigyn's rooms and into the corridor. As soon as he was outside of the goddess's rooms Loki quickly looked up and down the corridor. The god of mischief was completely relieved to find that he was alone in the corridor. The raven haired immortal took a deep breath and with his a growing sense of nervousness the trickster made his way through the castle to the palace gardens were the masquerade ball was being held.