-o5o-By the Moonlight-oOo-
Loki is changing... And it all started with a meeting under the full moon's light.
AN: I know, I know that this is beyond late but I have reasons! That I will not bore you with so instead I will just tell you that Tomorrow, Sep 9 is my birthday and this is a present to myself!
On other notes, about the last chapter, no, I did not use Pluto wrong, I am using the Marvel's definition for him. Where he is defined as Pluto, The Olympian. So yeah.
I will try to fix the confusion between the Hollows and to which God the go with but I have to do a little bit more research on it. If you wish to help me with that please send me a Message. :)
Enjoy!
Harry mentaly sighed in irritation, really John was a nice guy and all but to Harry he just seemed so... So... So fake. He briefly wondered if maybe it was his age, true he might look 17 but in truth he was 31 and the mentality of a 20 year old did not seem so appealing to him.
He mentally signed again as he listened to John tell him about something that was suppose to be humorous but Harry could not make himself pay enough attention to actually know what it was that the muggle was actually saying. He tried to look around the establishment, wishing desperately for another costumer to need John's attention but had no luck, as they were the only ones sitting outside.
He felt John's hand on his arm for a moment. Maybe it was a touch that was meant to be casual but in the end it lasted for a second to long. And then he felt it, a wave of power, of pleasure. It made butterflies dance in his stomach and goose flesh rise on his skin, it made his heart skip a beat but most of all it cause happiness rise from his core until he could not keep it inside for long. It bubbled and spilled from his lips in one long bout of laughter. John seemed to take it all in stride, probably thinking that it was over something that he had said.
Harry tried to keep himself from glancing at Loki, the only possible explanation for the power wave that still had his own power dancing under his own skin; but the action proved impossible to the point that John's words became no more than background noise, an annoying buzz in his ear that Harry wished he could just slap away.
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Murderous, Loki was sure that that was the only word that could describe the feelings cursing through his veins. How dare he! How dare this- this VERMIN dare to make such a suggestive, crude, dirty request of someone of Harry's standard. He did not even bother to cover it up well, as if Harry was some whore working on the streets, in need of anything. Ha! It would have been funny just for the reason that Harry had more money than what he knew to do with it, key word would, if it wasn't for the fact that he was in such a rage.
He turn to see Harry reaction only to fine those jewel eyes on him, scrutinizing him, drinking him like a thirsty man's last drop of water. With desperation and a light in his eyes that Loki did not wish to evaluate for the sole reason that he knew that it was useless to hope for something that he could not have. So he smiled, that same smile that he gave his Mother whenever he did not wish to hurt her, when he did not wished for her to see the pain in his eyes.
Maybe it was because it was the first time that he had ever used such a look on Harry or maybe it was because he did wish to lie to the beautiful man that had shared his home with him but he was sure that the look was not as convincing as he wanted it to be.
And he was right, Harry's concern eyes locked with his immediately, wordlessly asking him a million questions per second. Whats wrong? Everything. Was he alright? No. Did he want something? The human dead; Him. Did he need anything? Yes, HIM. And how desperate the last answer sounded in his own head, how he wished that he could say it aloud. But it was the last question that made him pause and really think: Did he wish to leave? How desperately he wished to say yes, to nod his head, and leave the worthless human there, all alone as HE took Harry home, true it was Harry's house but that was beside the point. Ohh how he wished to but what about Harry? Did he wish to leave? Could he be that selfish. He froze, what the hell was he thinking, he was Loki, God of mischief, and Silvered Tongued, he was selfish and possessive and cruel if wished it.
So he nodded and watch in glee as the human's face contorted from confusion, and then self righteous anger as they got up and prepare to leave. And then just as Harry turned around and faced away he let his power flow, and he watched as it crawled over the mortal and settle in his groin. Ha! Let see him get it up now!
Loki walked after Harry with a satisfied smirk, waiting for him to finish paying for their lunch before they walked out together. The trickster could not help himself so he looked back and smiled sardonically at the human, looking every bit like the god he was.
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They stayed in town for a couple more hours, buying the rest of their necessities and browsing through store after store at Loki's whims until they ended up in a store that at this time and age would have been considered an antique store.
It was there, among the aged woods and worn books that Harry found it: an old 1920's radio. It stood at about one foot tall, its mahogany wood was discolored from age and its metal worn and slightly rusted. The metal knobs that had once been a glossy black were now a dull almost brownish color. But it was beautiful in its age and elegant in its antiquity.
And then Loki in all of his technological ignorance, (not that he would ever admit it) flips the leaver on the side, the words 'on' and 'off' Relieved* on each side.
The sound of trumpets and drums fill the air and then comes the base and other instruents that cannotbe identified yet bring a slight swing to the beat and its only the base and:
~Well, it's a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
And Loki wants to laugh at the rightness of the song
A fantabulous night to make romance
Neath the cover of October skies
And then he does laugh as Harry starts swinging his hips in a manner that should be silly but seems much too sensual for Loki's libido.
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
And all the nights magic seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush~
And Harry is pulling Loki to him, and they are dancing together. And the light of the Chinese paper lanterns above seem to brighten, or maybe the world around them seems to darken but its just them now, dancing to the beat of the drums and the trumpets and the base and the other unknown instruments.
~Can I just have one a more moondance with you, my love
Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love~
~Well, I wanna make love to you tonight
I can't wait 'til the morning has come
And I know that the time is just right
And straight into my arms you will run
And when you come my heart will be waiting
To make sure that you're never alone
There and then all my dreams will come true, dear
There and then I will make you my own
And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside
And I know how much you want me that you can't hide~
~Can I just have one a more moondance with you, my love
Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love~
~Well, I wanna make love to you tonight
I can't wait 'til the morning has come
And I know that the time is just right
And straight into my arms you will run
And when you come my heart will be waiting
To make sure that you're never alone
There and then all my dreams will come true, dear
There and then I will make you my own
And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside
And I know how much you want me that you can't hide~
~Can I just have one a more moondance with you, my love
Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love...~
By the time the song is over they are both breathing a little heavy and for Loki its not because of the dance. Well maybe it is but it is also because of their closeness and the way that Harry is blushing so and their heads move closer, just a little bit more and-
The bell at the front door rings and the moment is lost, but maybe not forever, but for now it's gone, leaving behind awkwardness.
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They leave the town in a still slightly awkward silence, looking at the each other in secret and in Harry's arms is the old, 1920's radio.
Moondance by Michael Bublé
AN: No they did not forget the stuff they bought, Loki just sent is to the house.
Relieved: from the word Relief s in the form of art that rises from a flat plain, like a coin. Next chapter we will get a massive Plot advancement. :3
And Harry is pulling Loki to him, and they are dancing together. And the light of the Chinese paper lanterns above seem to brighten, or maybe the world around them seems to darken but its just them now, dancing to the beat of the drums and the trumpets and the base and the other unknown instruments.