Request: Hi! Can I request a Loki x reader fic where Loki realises heâs in love with the reader but tries to hide his feelings for fear of rejection from the reader? P.S I get so excited whenever you post a new fic! You are SO talented and should be really proud of all your previous work!â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
A/N: It has been so long since I have even looked into my requests, this year has been something else. I figured it might be a nice distraction for me to write and for people to read some downright angsty fluffy Loki fanfiction to escape this lovely hell we are living in. That being said.....I hope you enjoy!!Â
You had known the second prince of Asgard for years now, though time had seemed to stop when you met him. It was a rare rainy day on Asgard and you had run into the library soaking wet from the downpour. Walking over to the fireplace you decided to delve into another world whilst you dried off. Grabbing a book you sat on the ground, throwing away the etiquette the court taught the young nobles. No one ever visited the vast library, but why that was you couldnât understand.Â
The dark woods of the shelves were lined with endless tomes, scrolls, and novels, it was a dream. You hadnât noticed the noise of the doors opening, being too engrossed in your adventure, until you heard a scoff from above you. Startled you jumped and clutched your chest, the book you had been reading falling to the floor unceremoniously.
âI see the teachings of the court have seemingly evaded you.â
Prince Loki stood tall and proud before you, a mischievous smirk dancing on his lips.
You were lucky he was amused, and had happened to glance at the title you were reading, something he had been fond of. From then on the two of you were inseparable. Between his training and your lessons with the noble women you would sneak off into the library and find new treasures amongst the shelves, sharing your finds. The time had passed from that day like nothing.
 The only indication anything had changed was how Loki had grown. His face seemed to chisel out, his once soft cheeks now sharp as stone, his hair had grown longer which you secretly preferred. You always liked to secretly imagine running your fingers through it. His demeanor had seemingly changed too, and it had been bothering you for a while. Where there was once comfort and ease, there was now an invisible force permeating in the air between you. Loki had become standoffish not showing to the library as much, making some lazy excuse as to why he wasnât there.
Being a loyal and caring friend you had let it go, amounting it to princely duties and stress. That was until one night something in you snapped. You had seen him in the great hall laughing with a few eligible noble women, his signature smirk plastered on his face, the beauty of the women not escaping your notice. Tears pricked at the edge of your eyes remembering his brief remark on how he had a meeting with Thor and Odin this evening. Yet here he was.
A few hours had passed before you decided to sneak off to the library, a sneaking suspicion in your mind that he may be there. As charming as he was, there was something he couldnât resist about dwelling with the books, even if it wasnât with you. Your nightgown brushed the floor as you tucked a piece of hair behind you ear, stealthily sneaking through the doors without making a sound. Loki was observant and his guard was normally up, but as you rounded a corner you saw him nose deep in his latest find, the fire crackling loudly next to him. The crease that was normally fixed in his brow was gone, his eyes soft, his broad shoulders loose.
âI hope your meeting with the Allfather and your brother went well today.â
Though you spoke softly the weight your tone held seemed to scream into the air.
Loki jumped slightly, eyes quickly taking in his surroundings and you. The crease in his brow returned almost instantly. He cleared his throat.
âIt was as dull as I had expected it to be.â
The nonchalant tone flowed smoothly from the silver-tongueâs lips.
âOf course, I noticed the bright turquoise dress your brother was wearing, though how he changed into a shapely woman and managed to grow his hair so long and luscious I know not, perhaps you could ask him for me.â
His brow quirked as he kept his composure still, not giving away any real emotion.
âSo I have been caught, I am sure you did not mind having the time to yourself.â
You shrugged as you moved closer to his sitting form, his once relaxed demeanor now tense on the luscious couch.
âThe loneliness I did not mind, your lies however are a different matter entirely.â
There was a sting in your eyes again as you tried to maintain your composure.
âIf you have grown tired of my presence I would at least hold hope you would have the decency to tell me to my face Loki.â
Tugging on the sleeve of your nightdress you crossed your arms across your chest, looking stern, though in truth, secretly comforting yourself.
âI know I do not compare to the ladies of court, I do not pretend to hold that attention Loki, but I had hoped after all these years we were at least companions.â
At this statement his facade seemed to break, the carefree act breaking away as his eyes lit with anger. You assumed he would yell at you for assuming to be friends with the prince, something along the awful rumors you had heard but never chose to believe.
âDo you truly think so low of yourself y/n?â Â
âYou act as though your actions would give me any indication to assume otherwise, I am not one of your dull empty headed admirers Loki I see right through you.â
The raven haired prince stood at this, tossing the book to the side as he stalked towards you, his breathing heavy.
âYou see through me do you?â
His tall frame leaned over yours as he stood in front of you. There wasnât much space between the two of you now and you could feel the coolness of his breath on your face.
âYou are nothing but a man Loki, all men eventually lose their interest in friend or lover, I am not unaware of my fate in your eyes.â
The sadness trickled into your words and you refused to look into his emerald eyes for fear of losing you composure.
âI was the fool to think you cared beyond having a reading partner, I see now I was wrong to think a friendship from this.â
You felt a hand turn your face, and you gazed intoâŚ.terrified eyes. Tilting your head in wonder, you went to speak, but he stopped you with a short shake of his head.
âYou foolish girl, are you so blind?â
He laughed nervously, before taking a deep breath.
âWhen I found you on the floor of this library huddling next to the fire enraptured in words I felt something I hadnât before.â
Slowly uncrossing your arms you silently urged him to continue.
âYou have ruined me y/n.âÂ
Bewilderment filled you as you tried to take in what was happening. Before you could think any further, a strong arm wrapped around your waist, and a hand behind your neck, and soft lips met yours. Your eyes fluttered shut and your arms automatically found their way around Lokiâs neck, your fingers gently tangling in his raven hair. It was softer than youâd imagined and you smiled slightly at this. He tasted of wine and mint you noted, as he deepened the kiss before pulling away suddenly, breathless. For once the silver tongued prince had no words, only love in his eyes.Â
You smiled as you nestled into his chest. Pulling yourself close to his solid body, he snaked his arms around you, gently resting his chin on the top of your head. The hurt and anger you had before melted away in his embrace. You truly were blind, never realizing the glances he stole when youâd read to him were of you and not the books. All this time you had assumed the worst, and for once you were glad to be wrong.
âIf I could spend one lifetime in here with you or a million traveling the stars, I would be happy in your arms Loki.âÂ
He chuckled softly, nudging you to glance upwards, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. You gasped as you looked up at the ceiling. There were stars glistening as far as you could see, the sheen of green magick laced with the golden haze.Â
âSo I shall give you the stars and more.âÂ
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