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Frigga wasted no time in finding a new house since she couldn’t tolerate the hour commute to work every day, and the group decided to meet there before prom. Sif arrived at the same time Thor was getting back with Jane. Jane was in a silver dress that glittered when she moved, and Thor had a silver vest to match, minus the sparkle. They both waved. As the three of them entered together, Frigga immediately came to Sif.
“Oh my gosh, honey, look at you! You look so beautiful,” she said. “What an amazing dress, wow, turn around for me.”
Frigga turned back to grab her camera, and Sif felt awkward about the way she had breezed past Jane to compliment her.
“She’s right, that really is an amazing dress,” Jane said.
“Oh, thanks; yours is too! You look flawless.”
“Thanks!”
“Oh, let me see you, too, honey,” Frigga said to Jane, finally. “Oh my gosh, how beautiful!”
Sif turned and saw that Loki had appeared in the hallway. They hurried toward each other and hugged. He was in his tux with his forest green vest that matched her dress. The suit fit him well; he looked so much older than usual. Loki always looked cute, but dressed up, he looked hot in a mature, sexy way. He was even wearing cologne.
“Wow,” he said, breathless, looking her over. He looked stunned.
“You look amazing,” she said, her hands still entwined with his.
“You look...god, are you sure you’re my date? Is this a dream?”
Everyone apparently heard him and laughed.
Sigyn and Patrek arrived, and their parents all took pictures outside. Riding in the limo to prom, they discovered sodas and champagne glasses and promptly made use. Thor almost looked too big for the limo seat, and Jane looked miniature beside him. Sif had a feeling Jane was very glad about coming to Asgard High. Everyone looked happy. Patrek was messing with the radio stations and stopped when he landed on “Chandelier,” and he and Sigyn immediately started singing and dancing in their seats.
As they arrived at prom, Sif ran into her track friends and found it very cool to see them in formal dresses. They all looked gorgeous. Inside, the tables were decorated in black and silver, with confetti and candles and fancy plates. When Sif looked over at Patrek, he somehow already had candy in his silver goblet.
After dinner, there was a slideshow, and then it was time to dance. They all danced as a group until a slow song came on. Sif smiled at Loki and put her arms over his shoulders as held her waist. It was weird to think that it wasn’t really his prom.
“You’ve been kind of quiet,” she said.
“I can’t stop looking at you,” he said. “You’re always beautiful, but...holy shit.”
“Thank you. Holy shit to you, too.”
He shrugged.
“Don’t be so modest,” she teased. “You know you look good.”
As they swayed to the music, Sif looked around at her classmates, all in fancy clothes, dancing in pairs. In months past, she might have looked at some of the more revealing dresses with distaste, but now she could care less. All she saw was other people having fun, teenagers enjoying a night they’d remember forever, wearing whatever made them feel good. Thor and Jane were not too far away from them, looking giant and tiny again, and smiling at each other like they were alone in the room.
Sif looked back at Loki and embraced him as they swayed, resting her head on his shoulder. Her senior year was so different than she ever imagined, and every choice had led her to this moment. When the song ended, she kissed him, and for a split second, Loki looked like he might cry. Then a faster song started, and the whole group danced together again.
Later, Sif was sitting on Loki’s lap at the table while they took a break from dancing, and one of her track friends came over to take a picture of them. She put her arms around Loki, rested her head on his, and smiled. It would turn out to be her favorite photo from that night. Second place was a photo of her dancing with Sigyn, who had Patrek’s tie on her head and a flower in her mouth.
After prom, it was time to change into costumes for the school's all-night after-party. Sif and Loki wore green shirts and alien antennas. Sigyn wore fairy wings. Patrek wore his clothes backwards for some reason. Thor and Jane had matching AHS senior t-shirts. It was odd to be going to school at night, and the halls had been transformed into a palace with sheets of gold paper and facades and music, with different areas for free food, games, and prizes.
“You know, if someone had told me I’d be going to prom with you, I would have thought they were insane,” Loki said as they sat at a table in the courtyard, trying to keep their eyes open in the wee hours of the morning.
She laughed, more at his lop-sided antennas than what he’d actually said.
“Well, they would’ve been right,” she said, and then kissed his cheek and leaned against him in exhaustion.
Loki put his arms around her and sat still enough that she actually fell asleep for a few minutes, smiling and breathing the scent of his cologne.
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Sif’s father came home in time to go with her and her mom to nationals for track, where she came in fourth place behind three pole vaulters who looked like warrior women. At graduation, she got pictures with Sigyn and Loki. It was weird to think that she was never going back to high school. It was weird to think that Loki was still a year away from his graduation. It was weird that Sigyn was leaving.
But at least there was still summer. A few weeks after school let out, the group decided to spend a weekend at the lake house together for Loki’s 17th birthday. Thor rented a small boat to take out on the lake, and as he brought it to the dock by the house, they all ran down to meet him.
Sif realized she forgot her sunglasses and ran back inside. When she came back out, they were all gone, and she hurried down the hill to the dock, where she found them all on the boat, staring at her. For a moment, she just looked at them. Jane in her cute coverup and Thor in his bro cap. Sigyn forcing Patrek to wear sunscreen. And Loki, shirtless and smiling. They all looked happy, and they were waiting for her.
“What’s so funny?” Loki asked.
“Nothing,” she said, walking down the dock.
“Well, come on, silver medalist,” Sigyn joked.
She climbed on board and Loki put his arm around her. Thor started the motor and soon they were moving.
“Are you okay?” Loki asked softly.
“Yeah,” she said, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Never better.”
He kissed her.
“Happy Birthday,” she added.