Something neuroscience-y that helps with prose: attention is selective. A character will not notice everything in a room. They will notice what matters to their goal, fear, desire, training, wound, or obsession. A jealous character notices hands. a hungry character notices food. A soldier notices exits. A lonely character notices pairs. Description becomes character when attention has a bias.
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A/N: You escape to the rooftop in search of solitude, trying to forget about a certain trickster god...
I wrote this for @sarahscribbles and her Big Follower Celebration! The prompts she gave were Rain, Rooftop, and Pining. I hope I did them justice! Congratulations, Saz, my love!
Genre: Light angst with a happy ending, idiots in love, thirst, smutty thoughts (no actual smut), fluff, mild language
Word Count: 1.9k
The first raindrop hit the skin of your upturned face with a quiet pat, and you softly gasped, your eyelids fluttering in response. Even though you had expected the rain — welcomed it, even — its coolness against your heated skin momentarily stole your breath away.
Gradually, the droplets increased the tempo of their melody and you were soon enveloped in the crescendo of their percussive rhythm, with the low rumble of thunder in the distance providing its own accompaniment. The symphony of a summer storm.
You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath through your nose, enjoying the petrichor that radiated from the freshly dampened soil and wrapped your consciousness in a blanket of its pleasant aroma.
From behind your eyelids, you could sense a flash of light; you snapped them open and could see electricity dance across the night sky, some distance away. Nature brought her own light show to complement the symphony. At once dangerous, beautiful, and fleeting, the lightning felt like a cruel metaphor in that moment.
A metaphor for the heated night of passion you had shared with the God of Mischief, the dark prince. Loki.
Last night may have been spent in his bed, but sleep was perhaps the last thing on your mind. You recalled the details like flashes of lightning in your memory…
Writhing in the cool, damp sheets as he showed you the power of his silver tongue. Moaning his name and gasping for breath as he stretched and filled you with his godly cock. Singing for him as he relentlessly brought you to the edge and toppled you over into ecstasy. Over. And over. And over again.
He invaded each of your senses with his intoxicating presence, and you feared that he would never leave.
The feel of his alabaster skin, sliding against your own during the throes of your shared passion.
The sight of his perfect face, framed by unkempt raven curls; jaw clenched and pupils blown wide with lust, betraying the extent of his own desire.
The sound of his grunts and moans as his resolve unraveled around you, his husky voice whispering filthy promises in your ear.
The scent of him — smoked sandalwood and lemongrass mixed with the musk of his own hot, wet arousal — wafted through your nostrils and embedded itself in your brain.
Even the taste of him — of his lips, his throat, his fingers, his cock — lingered on your tongue.
Everything, everywhere was Loki. You could not escape him.
You had stepped outside and climbed to the rooftop to allow the storm to completely engulf your senses. To bathe you in its own sounds, smells, sensations and sights, washing away the traces that Loki had left in his wake. To force you to be present, so you could get your mind off of him, even for just a few moments.
Because you were tired of crying.
But even the storm mocked you with its reminder. Dangerous. Beautiful. Fleeting.
Dangerous because you were bound to get hurt. Badly. Loki was your friend. Dare you say it — your best friend. Crossing that line with him was like striking a match in a forest plagued by drought; the whole thing was bound to go up in flames.
Beautiful because Loki has been the singular object of your desire for some time now. The way your stomach erupted with flutters of nervous excitement whenever he entered a room, and the way your heart ached for him — longed for him — when he was not near, told you that it was more than just desire that you felt for him. It was love.
Fleeting because how could it not be? Loki could have anyone he wanted. He could have someone different in his bed every night; there certainly was a long enough waiting list. And now that he'd had you, why would he want you again? He was royalty. A prince. A god. And you were, well... you.
“Darling…?” His familiar voice, smooth as silk, caressed your ears and pulled you from your thoughts. Your thoughts that were — unsurprisingly — about him.
Somehow, he was both the last person you wanted to see right now and the person you most longed to see.
“I came to find you when I realized it was storming. I wanted to see if you would join me in the atrium to enjoy the show…” he began, his voice laced with concern and caution.
Of course he’d come to find you during a storm. He knows you love to watch them, and as long as neither of you had other obligations, you’d always find yourselves sitting in the atrium together where you could enjoy nature’s spectacle while remaining dry. And why should anything be different now that you’d spent a night in his bed, wrapped around his cock? As you had suspected, last night changed nothing for Loki.
But little did he know, that for you it changed everything.
Even though it shattered your heart, it was oddly comforting that he’d fallen into his usual patterns, confirming your theory. Dangerous. Beautiful. Fleeting.
Loki’s rich baritone continued. “…and when I couldn’t find you in your quarters, or the common area, or the training room, I began to worry. But then I remembered you told me once that you like to come up here sometimes to think. Are you alright?”
Another misstep. You’d completely forgotten that you told him about this spot. It was on the side of the rooftop opposite the lavish bar and luxurious lounge area where Tony hosted his massive parties. There was a secluded alcove in the corner, behind a decorative planter, where you could hide away from everything. Where you could think. Where you could just be.
Somewhere no one would think to look.
No one except for Loki.
You could not escape him.
As you turned to face him, nothing could have prepared you for the sight that met your swollen, bloodshot eyes. You had already determined that dressed-down Loki might be your favorite Loki, but this... this was dressed-down and soaking wet Loki.
His luscious ebony locks clung to the sides of his face and the back of his neck, winding in inky, serpentine tendrils. His wet, porcelain skin seemed to glimmer in what little light remained of the stormy summer evening, his sharp cheekbones and chiseled jaw slicing through the rivulets of rain that ran down his face, spoiling any hope they had of making it to his neck unscathed.
The phthalo green V-neck tee he was wearing adhered to his torso like a second skin, leaving the sculpted planes of his chest and abdomen exposed to your roaming eyes. And the gray sweatpants... they already left little to the imagination when fully dry and hanging sluttishly loose around his hips. But now, as they grew heavy with the rain that had begun to soak into them, they hung even more loosely, sat lower on his hips, and the fabric stuck to him in ways that could only be described as indecent.
He may be a god, but the thoughts he provoked within you were far from holy.
"I'm fine, Loki," you lied. "I just... decided to take my storm watching to the next level. I wanted a more immersive view."
His bluish-green eyes bored into yours, probing for the truth. You knew it was useless trying to lie to him. God of Lies and all that...
The response he gave you was eerily calm, considering the chaos of the storm that surrounded you. "Talk to me, Y/N. Tell me what is troubling you."
"Why do you care, Loki?" You had to shout to be heard above the roaring wind and pounding rain. "You've had me already. You can add me to your list of conquests. You don't have to play this part anymore."
"...What part am I supposed to have been playing?" There was an urgency to his voice, but still, he exuded calmness. It was irritating.
"The part of my friend!" You shouted again, but not purely out of necessity this time. The ache in your heart was worsening, and you could feel it. This was the part where the forest went up in flames.
He paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts before responding to your outburst. A flash of lightning illuminated his face and for a split second you could properly see his eyes. The panic within them betrayed his calm exterior.
"Is that truly what you think of me? That I've been playing a part all this time? Pretending to be your friend, spending countless hours in your company, all to lure you into my bed, have my way with you for one night, and dispose of you like a common whore?"
Your bottom lip trembled as more tears threatened to fall. Hearing him say aloud the words that you had been thinking to yourself since last night stung almost more than you could bear. You lowered your head and waited for him to drive the knife even further into your heart.
Loki strode forward, closing the distance between you. When he was but mere inches away, he placed a long, elegant finger under your chin and tilted your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze with your own. A crack of thunder sounded in the distance as if giving him encouragement to say whatever he was going to say next.
"While your beauty is unmatched, and without a doubt would warrant such a large investment in order to experience it fully for one night, I must admit, love, that I am much more selfish than that." The panic was gone from his eyes now, and a playful smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "I want to experience your beauty for all my nights."
"Loki..." you gasped, "...what are you saying?"
"I am saying, darling, that I am in love with you." He said it so matter-of-factly, as if it should have been the most obvious thing in the world.
Your heart skipped a beat upon hearing his words; part of you was convinced that you were dreaming. You had to be, right?
Loki inhaled deeply and grasped your head between his two large palms before he continued, "Perhaps you're right, darling; perhaps I have been playing the part of your friend all along. But only because I longed for more than your friendship." He paused for a moment, carefully measuring his next words. "That's why I didn't tell you the true nature of my feelings last night. I — I was afraid that you didn't want the same thing I did, and I was afraid to ruin what I did have with you. I couldn't risk losing you. But I can see now how foolish I was. I should have told you everything last night."
You wrapped your delicate hands over his — a small gesture of reassurance. Now it was your turn to be the calm one.
"I love you too, Loki." You uttered the words as easily as breathing itself.
Loki's face lit up, but not from the lightning this time. He chose not to say a word and instead closed the rest of the distance between you and slanted his lips over yours in a warm and passionate kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth and danced against your own with gentle strokes. This kiss felt different from all the ones you shared last night. This one felt more assured, more... calm.
A calm in the storm.
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''there is no righteousness in suffering alone and isolating yourself from everything is never the answer because you'll eventually start to lose sense of who you are as you spiral further into depression and suicidal ideation this is why you need to let people help you and allow yourself to believe in a better future even if it feels impossible at times''
you look like the kinda girl who'd open up ms paint back in the day select the spray paint tool and click and hold to watch it slowly turn into a perfect circle
