Haven't been in a relationship before either so… But what about one feeling distant from the other (Loki or the reader)? Like, feeling left out, forgotten or unloved?
thank you for the prompt ahh i thought i’d give it a try! not a super angsty fight, maybe only for a little, mostly make up fluff :’)
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Loki doesn’t exactly have friends.
He’d tagged along with Thor’s little entourage, yes, but even when he would brave the jump and call them his friends, they’d laugh and sarcastically agree: he’s just the little brother, kept around because his mom told them to be nice…not that he knew that, of course.
When he and Thor were just children, Loki liked to think they were laughing because of him—seeing them laugh gave the young god some fulfillment of his namesake.
It quickly became clear they were laughing at him.
He doesn’t laugh much anymore.
See, the problem is that now Loki doesn’t want friends; he finds them distracting and pointless, a waste of effort, and just another thing for him to mess up, to lose.
He has you, and though he had decided to skip the phase in the relationship where he would’ve called you a friend and go straight from “associate” to “lover,” he swears that’s all he needs.
You’d called him a friend all the while he barely smiled at you, and you didn’t mind; he’s a pretty cold and distant guy. It’d take time to break through his ice.
But you have friends.
You’re with them right now, again, you’d flounced out the door with a wide grin, stopping only to press a kiss to his cheek from behind the couch and slamming the door behind you.
He doesn’t want to go with you, you’d offered. He won’t go do anything better with his time either, so he sits there with his nose in his book, reading the same sentence over and reading the same sentence over and reading the same sentence over until the inevitable pity party kicks into full swing.
If you’re not there to crash said party, the god just spirals. By the time you’re slipping back through the door late that night, waving goodbyes to your ride, he’s sulking—and lonely.
You round the couch, dropping your bag on the coffee table and grinning at Loki; he’s laying down now, on his side with his arms crossed, half his face smushed into the pillow.
Cutie.
“Ugh, these shoes are killing me.”
Flopping into an armchair across from him, you lean down to unlace your shoes, kicking them across the room and hoisting your feet onto the coffee table with a relieved sigh.
Loki blinks. “I take it you enjoyed yourself?”
“Mmhm.” Your arms reach into the air as you stretch your sore muscles. “Danced my soles off, you missed quite a show.”
“Hmm.”
He sounds unamused. Oh dear.
“What’s your deal?”
“My deal?” He shifts on the couch, tightening his arms over his chest and frowning. “Oh, you know my deal. Just another lovely night in good company.”
Your hands come up in front of you. “Hey, I invited you, sunshine. You turned me down.”
Still giddy from your outing, you fake a little pout as you say it, crossing your arms and cocking your head to the side to mimic his position.
“Put that cursed lip away, good gods,” he groans and rolls onto his back, draping an arm across his eyes when you laugh. “Clearly you didn’t need me getting in the way of your good times.”
“C’mon, Loki, don’t say that.”
“It’s true, isn’t it?” His head lolls to the side again to look at you. “Go have fun with your friends, I’ll be here whenever you decide to come home…as always.”
You frown, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you scrutinise your sulking lover. “Do you not want me to go out with my friends? Is that what this is about?”
“Well, I certainly wouldn’t be opposed to that option.”
“…tough luck, Loki.” Pulling yourself out of your chair with a huff, you shake your head at him, grab your shoes, and stomp off to the bedroom.
How wonderful. Now he’s lonely, you’re upset, and your shake of the head almost felt like you were disappointed in him. He groans, punching a hand into the pillow.
“I only missed you,” he calls out into the quiet room, hoping you hear. “I miss you when you’re gone, you know.”
There’s only the sound of opening and shutting of drawers coming from your room as you move around getting undressed.
“My love?”
That normally scores him a few points.
“…darling?”
Groaning loud enough for him to hear, you lean onto the dresser and drop your head to your chest. “Get your butt in here if you’re gonna apologise, doofus.”
He’s glad you can’t see him scowl when he rolls off the couch and trudges into the room. You look pretty, he notes as he drags his feet to stand in front of you, your hair messy and makeup smudging under your eyes from whatever party you had been to.
“I miss you,” he repeats, lifting his hands to rub down your crossed arms. “I won’t deny it, I get lonely when you leave me.”
“That’s not an apology, Loki, that’s an excuse.”
“I—ugh.” His head drops to his chest and he leans his forehead against yours, and you can hear his teeth gritting together. “Sorry…”
Uncrossing your arms, you close your eyes and smile. “You can’t keep me here forever, y’know. I’ve got my own life too.”
“I know…” he sighs, offering you a sad little smile. “And I am sorry. As much as I’d like to keep you for myself, your time would be better spent elsewhere.”
“No, that’s not what I’m saying,” you chuckle and wrap your arms around his waist, squeezing him tightly. “I love your clingy ass. And I miss you when I’m gone too, you know what I was doing the whole time tonight?”
“What?”
You grin and pull him in for a kiss. “Bragging about you to all my friends. And the bartender. And the Uber. And—”
“Oh, just shut up and accept my apology.”
His cool hands find your hips and those lips you missed so much curl into a smile against yours.
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