˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ RAE'S NOTE. so i'm trying to get back into writing, kind of. for such reason i'm using my latest revived hyperfixation, shuumatsu no valkyrie, as my muse.
˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ pair. loki × gn! reader
˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ warning. might be a little occ, i'd say
It was strange, certainly curious at the very least.
Not only had he voted in favor of the complete extermination of humanity, but he also had the nerve to seek a semblance of tranquility in the arms of one of that kind.
The dichotomy of a being, who yearns for two worlds that rarely touched each other for centuries, was not forgotten.
His head rested comfortably on your chest, the gentle beating of your heart beneath his ear a pillar for his troubled soul. Something as simple as the pumping of blood by an organ, a pulse full of vitality that seemed to grant him a peace he had never known before. The rhythm of the vibrations guided his heart not only by slowing it down, but also by conjuring a fine mist in his mind, a cloud that blinded him from his usual chaotic thoughts.
At that moment, he wasn't the Norse god of trickery and mischief; rather, he was Loki. Banal and essentially Loki, just another being in creation.
—I voted for extermination. –The words came out of him like the undeniable reality they were. —I voted for the extermination of humanity.
He waited for a few seconds, waited and waited for even the slightest reaction against his already made decision. However, no such rejection materialized; there was no change in the dynamic, no shouting or turning away. Nothing more than a soft humm of acceptance.
And, perhaps, that haunted him more than any dispute he could have imagined.
—I can spare you, –he added as soon as the silence became too much for him to bear. —And I will, even if the rest of the world burns. –In an attempt to gain the upper hand in a dispute that didn’t even exist, he pulled away from your chest as far as he needed to to meet your doubtful gaze.
The emptiness gleaming in your eyes sent a quiet wave of dread through him, sinking all the way to his bones, an affliction he tried to bury beneath a mask of apathy and self-absorption.
—I didn't do it against you. I did it because I am who I am. –His eyebrows furrowed slightly, his voice taking on a firm cadence. —But, –a brief pause, a hesitation in his speech, —you are the exception. My only exception.
With a calm gesture, he took your hands, hoping to feel something, however slight, of yours. His thumb slid lightly along the inside of your wrist, unconsciously searching for that pulse that so captivated him, resonating beneath his fingertip.
—What if I don't want to be the exception? –That simple question sliced through his heart with the cold precision of a surgeon’s scalpel. The wound was emotional; it couldn't possibly bleed, and yet, why was the pain in his chest so agonizing?
Without giving you time for more, a shadow fell over his features. —Then you'll have to hate me... While I continue to love you. –The silence that followed was voiceless, the absence of any other sound filling the air a clear indication of the palpable tension. —My vote wasn't out of cruelty, it was out of conviction... Because I can't betray who I am. But I can't betray you either. –Slowly, he leaned down until his forehead rested against yours, his eyes still fixed on yours. —Despise me, curse me, do whatever you want... That will never deny that you are my truth.
In that moment, he finally felt for himself one of the horrors that had haunted humanity since its earliest days: the primal terror of hurting a loved one right before his eyes. That realization came in the form of a single tear, a meager drop of salty water that fell from her right eye with fragile sensitivity.
—Even if everything else is a lie, –his hands rose to your cheeks, cradling the face of the one he loved the most, —you will always be my truth. –His thumb wiped away the trace of that treacherous tear, wishing to erase from his mind the memory of having caused it to appear in the first place. —And even if you hate every decision I make, I won't let anything or anyone touch you. Not even the gods.
The confidence that emanated from his words clearly showed the conviction of his resolve.
That possessive nature showed through the cracks of his seemingly indifferent facade. The union of his intense devotion and his inherent insecurity was reflected in every promise he made. —I can promise you that as long as I exist, you will exist.
No amount of crying could stop him, not when his palms held you with greater certainty, keeping you perfectly still where he wanted you to be. And with a slight tilt, he captured your lips in an accomplished kiss, the final seal on a commitment over which, from the very beginning, you had never had any say about.
