A/N: It’s a try, I guess. The first chapter of my fanfiction. English is not my first language so message me if there’s fault ( well I reread it more than twice so I hope there’s not) and tell me if you like it or not, I would like to read your comment about my writing’s skill because I’m a beginner and I’m in lack of advise...Have a good day !
Summary : (Loki x Reader) Reader has the capicity of travelling in time to watch or rewatch events of the past. She also don’t understand why Loki left her months ago. And even if she’s trying her best, she just can’t get over her break-up and is traveling in time to live again her relationship. However, it’s never good dreaming too long of the past and to forget to live.
Words : 842
Warnings : None.
NOSTALGIA : From the Greek “Nostos” Idea of returning home from a long journey and from the Greek “Algos” Literally pain.
Feeling of pleasure and also slight sadness when you think about things that happened in the past.
Maybe you should stop that, that torture, the nightmare you're living in. Maybe you should stop thinking about him. About his glacial eyes and the way he looked at you. As your friend, Steve, says : “You're torturing yourself [Y/N],he does not worth your time.” and he might be right after all, maybe you should stop spoiled your life with sadness and cries for him...
Your thoughs are driving away by his apparition, he doesn’t give a look at the room and he’s immediatly leading to the bar where he commands a glass of beer. You know he hates it, but he looks like he don’t care anymore about that kind of stuff. Even if you’re sitting at the back of the bar, you can glimpse the wince he’s making at the taste of the beverage, that make you laugh...And think that he’s cute. He’s looking at the crowd filling the room. You know, by heart, every movement, every step he’s going to make : so it’s without surprise you see him walking to the table next door.
You take some time to describe him, and as always, you can’t help yourself and think he’s handsome. His hair, his smile,his gloomy look... He’s wearing his traditionnal white shirt, and even if he often denies it mortal’s clothes used to suit him very well.
There it is, he sits in front of her. You want to throw up as the pain in your chest raises immediatly. However, even if it's hurt, your eyes still lock on the table where he's trying to drink his beer. He talks, camly, to the woman sitting in front of him. Some words are coming to your ears as she starts crying. “Can't do this anymore...” He says as she grabs his hands firmly, and her eyes meet his. “It doesn't work. We have to split up.”
“Loki, please..No...What did I do..I'm sorry, don't..” Her face is covered by tears, her hand’s gripping Loki's harder. “ Don't leave me. I love you.” He stands, she doesn't let his hand go. She wants to understand what is going on, but before she could ask a question he states :
« Our story was a mistake. You are a mistake and I never want to see you again.»
The woman's hand falls as Loki leaves quickly the room. She sits on his empty chair.
He even doesn’t take time to give her a last look.
“ Hold him back. “ You whisper, looking at that stupid woman crying her eyes out, even if you know that she can't hear you. “Hold him back !” You shout, however, as always, no one hear you and she stands there. Her [y/e/c] eyes looks up as she drinks the rest of the beer. Quickly after that, she disapears and you're in your bed, sobbing like every night since Loki left.
Steve was and is right, you should stop. You should stop using your power and going back in time just to understand why the God of mischief left you. You should stop torturing yourself with your memories. But you just can't. When you try to forget, his face is always coming back to you as an evidence. His smile and then his eyes, his laugh and his kisses more than everything.
You sit on your bed, trying to stop your cries. The door opens sudently, and you turn your head as quickly as you could : who could come in your room without asking permission ?
“Steve.” You say, not even trying to hide your sadness.You smile at him,as if you didn’t hope of someone else in front of view, as if you didn’t hope for Loki. “[Y/N]...Are you alright ?” Steve is one of your closest friend and you can’t help but burst in tears when he reaches you. No of course, she's not alright, she's crying,you idiot. Thinks Steve as his arms make their way to you, pulling you into a hug.
“Shh...It's ok sweetheart, I'm here.”
Steve is the only person you need to recover from crying. He is loving and keeps an eye on you at every moment of the day and even sometimes at night. More than all, he’s too polite and too scared of hurting you to speak about Loki. He just listen to your question, dry your tears when you’re not fine and hug you to show you he cares about you.
Finally, after a few minutes,you stop crying but shivers still run through your body.You start to be sleepy and a yawn escapes your lips. His finds your forehead and in a caress he asks “ I can stay ?”, in fact it's more an affirmation than an question. However, you nod. God yes, you need someone to rely on, someone to dry your tears, someone to answer the questions you are asking yourself for months.
In a snort, you put yourself closer to your friend’s chest as you ask :
“ Why did he left ?”
Steve shrugs a little, his grip tighens, he doesn’t know the answer of your question.
