♯ ⋮ 𝄞 you're clingy with them ! ༉ new gen 11 x clingy! gf reader
᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ vivian hugo
ever since you and hugo started dating, everyone around him slowly realized something that was very different about him, and it wasn't even because of him.
it was because of you.
you were naturally clingy, always wanting to be somewhere close to him no matter what you were doing. if he was sitting down, you somehow ended up leaning against his shoulder without even thinking about it.
if he was standing, your fingers would quietly find the sleeve of his jacket or the back of his shirt, gently holding onto the fabric while you talked to someone else.
if he walked away for even a few seconds, you'd unconsciously follow after him like it was the most normal thing in the world. it wasn't something you forced yourself to do, and it wasn't because you couldn't be alone.
being around hugo simply made you feel calm, so your body naturally drifted toward him without you even noticing.
at first, hugo didn't really understand it. he would glance down whenever he felt the familiar little tug on his sleeve, only to find you absentmindedly standing beside him with your attention completely somewhere else.
you weren't asking him for anything. you weren't trying to interrupt him. you just liked being there.
after a while, he stopped questioning it entirely. whenever he noticed you quietly reaching for him, he'd lift his arm just enough for you to comfortably wrap yourself around it before continuing whatever conversation he had been having.
if the team was waiting between training sessions, he'd automatically leave the empty spot beside him open because he already knew where you'd end up sitting. he never teased you for it or called you needy. to him, it was simply another part of you, just like the way you smiled or laughed.
the others, however, found it impossible not to notice.
"is that…normal?" one of them quietly asked after watching you spend nearly ten minutes standing beside hugo with your hand loosely hooked around his wrist while scrolling through your phone.
"they've literally been like that all day," another answered.
"i don't even think she realizes she's doing it."
"hugo doesn't either."
except he absolutely did.
he noticed every tiny habit you had, even if he never pointed them out. he noticed how you'd sleepily reach for his hand whenever you got tired.
how you'd gently bump your shoulder against his whenever you wanted attention but were too shy to ask for it. how you'd instinctively search for him in crowded rooms before relaxing the second your eyes landed on him. they were tiny things that everyone else overlooked, but hugo remembered every single one.
after practice one evening, everyone was exhausted from training, slowly packing up their things before heading back.
hugo was sitting on one of the benches, quietly drying his hair with a towel when you wandered over without saying a word. still sleepy from waiting through the last part of practice, you simply stood between his knees before resting your forehead against the top of his head with a quiet sigh.
"…tired?" he asked.
you only hummed.
he gave a small nod like that answered everything.
without another word, he wrapped one arm around your waist to keep you steady while finishing drying his hair with the other hand. it looked so natural that nobody would've guessed he had only started doing things like this because of you.
when he finally stood up, you instinctively reached for the back of his shirt again.
he looked over his shoulder.
"…ready?"
another tiny nod.
he waited until you had a better grip before starting to walk.
the hallway was busy with players passing by, but hugo never once tried to shake your hand off his shirt or tell you to let go. instead, he slowed his pace just enough so you wouldn't have to rush after him.
"you know," one of the players muttered as they walked past, "she follows you everywhere."
hugo looked down at your fingers still curled into the fabric of his shirt before looking back up with the same calm expression he always wore.
"…i know."
"…doesn't it bother you?"
he was quiet for a second.
"…if she stopped."
his answer surprised even himself.
because somewhere along the way, the tiny weight on his sleeve, the quiet hand finding his, and the soft warmth constantly beside him had become something he looked for without realizing it.
later that night, while the two of you sat together watching a movie, you had somehow managed to end up almost completely leaning against him, one arm lazily wrapped around his while your head rested against his shoulder.
you were half asleep, barely paying attention anymore, mumbling little comments every now and then before your words slowly became quieter.
hugo looked down. "…comfortable?"
your eyes stayed closed as you smiled. "mhm…"
"…good."
he adjusted himself just enough so your neck wouldn't hurt, gently pulling a blanket over both of you without waking you. after that, he simply stayed still, even when his arm slowly started falling asleep underneath your weight. he could've moved. he probably should've.
instead, he glanced at your peaceful face resting against him and decided the numb arm was worth it.
"…sleep well," he quietly murmured, almost too soft to hear.
and although he'd never admit it out loud, the apartment always felt a little emptier whenever you weren't absentmindedly reaching for him anymore. after all, somewhere between all those little habits of yours, hugo had unknowingly grown just as attached to your quiet clinginess as you were to him.
᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ michael kaiser
michael kaiser absolutely loved the fact that you were clingy, though he'd never admit just how much it fed his ego. in his mind, it simply proved what he already believed—you liked him the most, you wanted to be around him the most, and out of everyone in the room, you always found your way back to him.
no matter how many people were talking to you, how busy either of you were, or where the two of you happened to be, your body seemed to naturally gravitate toward his. if he was lounging across the couch, you'd end up curled against his side without even thinking about it.
if he leaned against a wall while waiting for something, within minutes you'd be standing beside him, your shoulder pressed against his arm or your fingers absentmindedly playing with the sleeve of his shirt.
you never seemed to realize you were doing it, but michael noticed every single time, and secretly, he looked forward to it.
unlike most people, he never found your clinginess distracting. if anything, it became something he expected. there were moments where he'd be scrolling through his phone or watching old match footage, only to feel your weight gently lean against him a few moments later.
instead of reacting, he'd instinctively shift just enough to give you more room, allowing you to settle comfortably against his chest or shoulder while continuing whatever he had been doing.
it became second nature. he no longer questioned why you always reached for him first because, somewhere along the way, he had grown used to your constant need for closeness.
whenever you weren't nearby, he'd catch himself glancing around the room before realizing you were somewhere else, and while he'd never openly admit it, the absence of your familiar warmth always made the space around him feel strangely empty.
there were times when your clinginess became almost impossible to ignore. if the two of you were relaxing together, you'd somehow manage to steal nearly all of his personal space without realizing it.
your legs would end up resting across his lap, your head tucked beneath his chin, or your arms loosely wrapped around one of his while you quietly occupied yourself with something else.
michael always acted like you were inconveniencing him, letting out dramatic sighs or rolling his eyes as though your affection was the biggest burden imaginable, yet he never once made any effort to move away.
in fact, if you shifted even slightly as if you were about to get up, he'd unconsciously adjust his position to keep you close before he even realized what he was doing.
by the time he noticed, it was already too late, leaving him to pretend it had been completely intentional all along.
he especially enjoyed how naturally you sought him out after a long day. the moment you saw him, your shoulders seemed to relax without you even noticing, and before long, you'd quietly settle beside him, leaning your weight against him as though all the exhaustion you'd been carrying could disappear simply by being close.
michael liked to tease you for it, often calling you attached or claiming you couldn't survive more than a few minutes without him, but beneath every smug remark was a quiet satisfaction he couldn't hide.
knowing that your first instinct was always to look for him, to stand beside him, or to rest against him filled him with a sense of pride that only inflated his already enormous ego.
to everyone else, it looked like harmless teasing.
only michael knew how much he genuinely enjoyed being the person you searched for without even thinking.
the people around you noticed it almost immediately. they found it amusing how someone as prideful and self-centered as michael somehow became incredibly patient whenever it involved you.
the same man who complained about people invading his personal space somehow never minded when you leaned against him for hours or absentmindedly held onto his arm while the two of you sat together. if anyone else tried that, they'd receive an irritated glare within seconds. you, however, were different.
michael rarely acknowledged it aloud, but he unconsciously adjusted everything around your habits. he'd sit in ways that gave you more room to lean against him, slow his pace whenever you naturally reached for his hand, and remain still whenever you looked comfortable enough to fall asleep beside him.
he never thought twice about making those adjustments anymore because somewhere along the line, your quiet affection had become part of his daily routine.
despite all of his confidence and endless teasing, there were moments where michael revealed just how attached he'd become in return. on the rare days when you were busy or simply spent more time with someone else, he'd notice almost immediately.
he'd tell himself it didn't matter, insisting that you were free to do whatever you wanted, yet somehow he'd always find an excuse to wander into the same room as you or insert himself into whatever you happened to be doing.
he'd never admit that he missed the familiar feeling of you leaning against his shoulder or reaching for his hand without thinking, but the second you naturally drifted back to his side again, the faint smirk that settled across his face said everything he refused to.
in the end, everyone assumed you were the clingy one in the relationship, but if anyone paid close enough attention, they'd realize michael had quietly grown just as dependent on your presence as you were on his—he was simply far too prideful to ever admit it first.
᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ sae itoshi
ever since the two of you started dating, sae quickly realized that you were the kind of person who loved showing your affection through quiet closeness rather than words.
you never demanded attention or interrupted whatever he was doing, but your body always seemed to drift toward him without you even noticing. if he was sitting down watching game footage, you'd eventually wander into the room with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders before quietly settling beside him, leaning your head against his arm as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
if he stood in the kitchen making himself something to eat, you'd appear only moments later, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and simply standing there without saying a single thing.
there were days where neither of you exchanged more than a few words for hours, yet somehow you were always touching him in some small way, whether it was your fingers hooked around the sleeve of his shirt, your shoulder pressed against his, or your legs resting over his whenever the two of you relaxed together.
being close to him made you feel safe, and after a while, sae became so used to your quiet attachment that your absence felt stranger than your clinginess ever did.
sae himself wasn't naturally affectionate, nor was he someone who constantly sought physical contact, but he learned your habits faster than he expected. at first, he'd glance down whenever he suddenly felt your hand slip into his or your forehead rest against his shoulder, wondering if there was a reason behind it.
eventually, he realized there wasn't one. you simply liked being near him. that realization made him stop questioning it altogether. whenever you absentmindedly reached for him, his hand would already be waiting before yours could fully find it.
if you leaned against him while he was reading or watching something, he'd shift just enough to make sure you were comfortable without ever looking away from what he was doing.
even when he was focused on something important, he'd subconsciously adjust his posture so you had somewhere to rest, almost as if his body had memorized yours before his mind even registered your presence.
your clinginess also showed itself in the smallest moments throughout the day. whenever sae came home after training or traveling, you were always the first thing waiting for him.
you'd quietly make your way over the second you heard the door open, wrapping yourself around him with sleepy eyes before he even had the chance to take his shoes off. you never cared if he was tired or sweaty from practice; all you wanted was those few minutes where you could reassure yourself that he was finally home.
sae never returned your hugs with the same enthusiasm, but he also never pushed you away. instead, one hand would naturally come to rest on your back while the other gently stroked your hair a few times before he continued walking, practically carrying you through the apartment because you refused to let go.
after enough time together, he accepted that this was simply how you greeted him, and if one day you didn't come over to cling to him, he'd quietly find himself looking around the apartment, wondering where you were.
the people around sae noticed it long before either of you did.
they often found it amusing how someone so emotionally reserved ended up dating someone who practically treated him like a personal pillow.
during gatherings or visits, you'd always end up tucked against his side without thinking, your head resting on his shoulder while conversations happened around you. sometimes you'd doze off against him entirely, completely trusting that he wouldn't move until you woke up.
everyone expected sae to complain or gently move you away, but he never did.
he'd simply continue whatever he was doing with one hand resting absentmindedly on your arm, making sure you wouldn't slip off or wake yourself. the sight was so unlike the cold, distant image people had of him that it caught everyone off guard.
sae never acknowledged the stares or comments because, to him, this had quietly become normal. your constant need to be close wasn't something he tolerated anymore—it was something he unconsciously made room for, adjusting his own habits around yours until your presence became woven into every quiet part of his daily life.
there were even moments when you apologized, worried that you might be bothering him because of how often you found yourself reaching for him without thinking.
sae never understood why you worried so much. if your hand searched for his while the two of you walked together, he'd simply lace his fingers through yours. if you rested your head on him after a long day, he'd continue sitting there as though nothing had changed.
if you fell asleep leaning against his shoulder, he'd stay exactly where he was until you naturally woke up, even if his arm had gone numb long ago. he wasn't the type to shower someone with affectionate words or dramatic gestures, but his patience spoke louder than anything he could have said.
he accepted every quiet habit you had without making you feel embarrassed for them, and over time, you realized something that made your heart ache in the sweetest way possible.
you had become sae's routine just as much as he had become yours.
he would probably never admit it out loud, but on the rare occasions when you weren't there to absentmindedly cling to him, the silence around him felt just a little emptier than it used to.
᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ bunny iglesias
bunny never had a problem with how clingy you were.
if anything, he found it strangely comforting. there was something about the way you always ended up beside him that made even the busiest days feel quieter.
you never asked for much—you simply liked being close. whether you were sitting shoulder-to-shoulder while doing your own things, lightly holding onto the sleeve of his jacket whenever the two of you walked together, or absentmindedly resting your head against him whenever there was a moment to slow down, your affection always came so naturally that it never felt forced.
it was simply how you loved him, and before long, it became something he couldn't imagine going without.
at first, bunny didn't really understand just how often you searched for him. he'd look up from whatever he was doing only to find you already standing nearby, quietly existing in his space without expecting a conversation.
there were moments where neither of you spoke for several minutes, yet you'd still be leaning against his shoulder or sitting close enough that your knees brushed together. eventually, he realized you weren't looking for constant attention—you were looking for comfort. being near him settled your mind, and once he understood that, he stopped questioning your little habits altogether.
instead, he'd naturally make room for you before you even asked, shifting over on the couch, slowing his pace, or leaving one side of him open because he already knew you'd end up there.
your clinginess showed itself in countless little ways throughout the day.
if bunny stood still for more than a few moments, you'd wander over almost without thinking, gently looping your arm through his or leaning against his side while your mind drifted elsewhere. whenever the two of you were relaxing together, you'd somehow find yourself pressed against him, your head resting comfortably on his shoulder while you read, watched something, or simply enjoyed the peaceful silence between you.
you weren't trying to demand his attention; your body had simply grown so used to seeking him out that it happened without thought. after enough time together, bunny stopped noticing when you leaned on him because it had become such a normal part of his everyday life.
the people around you found the relationship amusing because they quickly realized how differently bunny treated you compared to everyone else.
he valued his personal space with most people, yet somehow you were the one exception. no matter how often you leaned against him or quietly followed him from room to room, he never looked bothered. instead, he unconsciously adjusted around you, making sure you were comfortable before thinking about himself. if you looked tired, he'd stay where he was a little longer so you wouldn't have to move.
if you accidentally fell asleep against him, he wouldn't dare disturb you, even if it meant sitting in the same position until his shoulders became stiff. to everyone else, those gestures were small, but to you, they meant everything because bunny wasn't someone who expressed his feelings with dramatic words. he showed them through patience.
there were even times when you worried you might be too much. you noticed how often you reached for him without thinking and wondered if it ever became overwhelming. every now and then, you'd hesitate before leaning against him, trying to give him more space than usual, only for bunny to notice almost immediately.
he had grown so accustomed to your familiar warmth that the sudden distance felt wrong. without saying much, he'd naturally close the space between you himself, settling beside you until your shoulders touched again or quietly resting an arm around you as if reminding you that you never had to second-guess yourself.
he never made a big speech about it because that simply wasn't who he was, but his actions always answered your worries before you could voice them.
over time, your clinginess stopped being something either of you thought about. it became part of the rhythm of your relationship, woven into every ordinary moment the two of you shared.
bunny grew used to feeling your hand find his without warning, to your head resting against him after a long day, and to your quiet habit of searching for him whenever you entered a room. it wasn't something he merely tolerated—it became something he looked for without realizing it.
on the rare days when you were too busy or simply forgot to drift toward him, he'd notice the empty space almost immediately. he'd never admit that he missed your constant closeness, but the way his eyes instinctively searched for you, and the quiet ease that returned the moment you settled beside him again, made it obvious enough.
to everyone else, you were the clingy one, but the truth was that bunny had slowly grown just as attached to your presence as you were to his.
᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ julian loki
loki was not someone people expected to be the type to indulge someone’s clinginess. with his calm personality, his focus on football, and the way he carried himself with quiet confidence, most people assumed he would prefer having his own space. but when it came to you, things were different.
your affection never felt like a distraction to him. if anything, it became one of the few things that allowed him to relax completely after spending so much time pushing himself. you had a way of making the world around him feel slower, and your constant need to be close became something he quietly appreciated more than he would ever openly admit.
you were naturally affectionate, the kind of person who always found small ways to stay connected to him.
you weren't always talking or asking for attention, but you were almost always near him. whether it was sitting beside him while he reviewed something, resting your head against his shoulder when the two of you had a quiet moment, or simply reaching for his hand while walking together, your presence always seemed to find its way into his routine. sometimes you didn't even realize you were doing it.
it was almost instinctive, like your body already knew where it wanted to be. beside him, close enough to feel comfortable, but never enough to interrupt his own space.
loki noticed those little habits almost immediately.
he was observant by nature, so he picked up on every small thing you did. he noticed how your mood changed when you were able to spend time with him, how you naturally relaxed whenever you were close, and how you always seemed to search for him first whenever you entered a room. instead of finding it overwhelming, he found it endearing.
there was something incredibly genuine about the way you loved him. you weren't attached because you wanted something from him—you simply enjoyed being around him. and for someone who spent so much of his life surrounded by expectations and pressure, having someone who just wanted his company meant more than he could explain.
because loki was so patient, he never made your clinginess feel like a problem. he never pushed you away or made you feel like you were taking up too much space. if you leaned against him while he was relaxing, he'd simply let you stay there.
if you held onto his arm while the two of you walked somewhere, he'd adjust his pace so you could stay comfortable. if you quietly followed him around during his free time because you wanted to spend more time together, he would just accept it as another normal part of his day.
he didn't need constant affection himself, but he understood that it was important to you, and that alone was enough reason for him to give it back.
the funniest part was that loki slowly became just as used to your closeness as you were.
your presence became something familiar, something he subconsciously expected. after a long day of training, he found himself looking forward to the peaceful moments where he could simply sit with you and forget about everything else. you were one of the few people who didn't see him as just a talented player or someone who always had to be perfect.
with you, he could just exist without having to prove anything, and your clinginess reminded him that he was loved outside of football.
others around him noticed the difference too. they were used to seeing loki composed and collected, always focused and professional, so seeing him quietly allow you to cling to him was something they found surprising. he would be in the middle of something important, yet the moment you came over and rested against him, his attention would soften.
he wouldn't stop what he was doing completely, but he would make room for you without hesitation. it was subtle, but anyone who knew him well could tell that you were an exception to the usual distance he kept with people.
there were even times where you worried you were becoming too attached. you wondered if you were bothering him or if he wanted more space, especially because loki wasn't someone who always expressed his feelings through obvious reactions.
but he always made sure you knew you were welcome. he wasn't the type to shower you with dramatic affection or constantly reassure you with words, but his actions always gave you the answer. the way he stayed close, the way he remembered your little habits, and the way he never once made you feel like your love was too much spoke louder than anything else.
eventually, your clinginess became something that belonged to both of you. it wasn't just a habit you had—it was a quiet part of your relationship that loki had grown attached to as well.
he became used to your hand finding his, your warmth beside him, and the comfortable silence that came from simply being together. and although he would probably never make a big confession about it, the truth was that your affection became one of the few things he never wanted to lose.
because even someone as disciplined and focused as julian loki needed a place where he could stop being a player and just be himself, and somehow, that place had always been right beside you.
᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ don lorenzo
lorenzo was probably one of the last people anyone expected to be comfortable with someone being clingy toward him.
with his strange personality, playful attitude, and the way he always seemed to keep people guessing, most people assumed he wouldn't care much about someone constantly wanting to be around him. but when it came to you, it was different. your clinginess wasn't something he saw as annoying or overwhelming.
instead, he found it oddly reassuring. after spending so much of his life feeling like he had to rely on himself, having someone who naturally reached for him, chose him, and wanted to stay by his side was something he never truly got tired of.
you weren't clingy in a way that took away his freedom. you simply loved being close to him.
it showed in the small things you did without even realizing it. whenever the two of you were together, you always found some way to stay connected, whether it was sitting close beside him, leaning against him during quiet moments, or reaching for him whenever you walked together. sometimes you didn't even need to talk.
you were perfectly content just being near him, existing in the same space while doing your own things. for you, his presence alone was comforting, and over time, don lorenzo became used to the way you always seemed to find your way back to him.
at first, he found it amusing.
he was used to people reacting to him because of his reputation, his personality, or the strange way he carried himself, but you were different. you didn't treat him like someone intimidating or impossible to understand.
you simply treated him like someone you cared about. your affection was natural and honest, and that was something that caught his attention more than anything else. you weren't trying to change him or expect him to act differently. you just accepted him exactly as he was, and for someone who had grown up without always receiving that kind of care, it meant more than he would ever openly say.
lorenzo slowly became accustomed to your habits.
he learned that when you were tired, you would naturally move closer to him without thinking. he learned that when something bothered you, you found comfort in staying near him rather than being alone. he learned that your way of showing love was through small touches and quiet moments together.
instead of moving away or teasing you too much, he simply allowed it. sometimes he'd act like he was bothered just to get a reaction out of you, but the truth was that he never actually wanted you to stop.
because beneath all of his strange jokes and unpredictable behavior, lorenzo was someone who valued loyalty deeply. your clinginess reminded him that someone genuinely wanted to stay. you weren't around because of his talent, his status, or what he could offer—you were there because you cared about him.
and that kind of affection was something he didn't take lightly. even if he didn't always know how to respond in the most normal way, he understood the importance of having someone who made him feel wanted.
the people around him would notice how different he became around you. lorenzo was still don lorenzo—still playful, still weird, still someone who could make everyone question what was going through his mind—but there was a noticeable softness whenever you were involved. he was more patient with you, more willing to listen, and strangely protective over the comfort you found in him.
if you leaned against him for too long, he wouldn't complain. if you stayed close during stressful moments, he wouldn't tell you to move. instead, he'd simply let you remain there, accepting your affection in his own quiet way.
there were even moments where he surprised himself by noticing when you weren't around. he was so used to your presence that the absence of it felt strange.
he'd find himself looking for you without realizing it, expecting you to appear beside him like you always did. he would never openly admit that he missed your constant closeness, especially because admitting something like that meant showing a softer side of himself, but the way he naturally relaxed whenever you returned gave him away.
your relationship with lorenzo was never about one person being clingy and the other simply putting up with it. over time, your affection became something shared between the two of you. you gave him the comfort of knowing he had someone who would always choose him, and he gave you the reassurance that your love was never too much.
behind the strange humor and carefree attitude was someone who appreciated being cared for more than he let anyone see, and your clinginess became a quiet reminder that he was no longer someone who had to face everything alone. you were simply the person who stayed beside him, and somehow, that became the thing he valued most.
᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ teddy knight
teddy was the type of person who made it difficult to tell what he was actually thinking.
he carried himself with a calm, almost unreadable expression, often keeping his emotions tucked away behind a quiet attitude and a composed presence. because of that, most people would assume that someone being constantly attached to him would eventually get on his nerves. but when it came to you, it was completely different.
your clinginess never felt like a burden to him.
instead, it became something familiar, something that slowly settled into his life before he even realized how much he had started to depend on it.
you were the kind of person who showed love through presence. you didn't need some grand reason to be near him—you just liked being around him. whether the two of you were sitting together in silence, walking somewhere side by side, or simply spending time doing separate things in the same room, you always found yourself drifting closer to him.
sometimes your shoulder would brush against his, sometimes you'd quietly sit beside him without saying anything, and sometimes you'd simply stay nearby because being around him made you feel comfortable. it wasn't about needing constant attention; it was about knowing he was there.
at first, teddy didn't really know what to do with it.
he wasn't someone who was used to having another person so openly seek him out. he was more familiar with keeping a certain distance, observing others rather than being the person someone naturally reached for.
so when you started appearing beside him more often, resting near him without hesitation, or instinctively looking for him whenever you entered a room, he didn't quite know how to react. he wouldn't push you away, but he also wouldn't immediately show how much he noticed.
teddy was the kind of person who would quietly take note of everything before deciding how he felt about it.
and eventually, he realized he liked it.
there was something strangely comforting about knowing that you always chose to be near him. your affection wasn't complicated, and you never expected him to become someone completely different. you didn't need him to constantly express himself or act a certain way—you were happy with the little things he already gave.
for someone like teddy, who seemed more comfortable keeping his thoughts to himself, having someone who understood his quiet nature was something he appreciated more than he could explain.
your clinginess became part of his routine in the smallest ways. teddy became used to feeling you sit beside him whenever there was an empty space. he became used to your habit of leaning closer when you were tired or reaching for him without thinking whenever something made you nervous.
he became used to the way you searched for him first, like his presence was something that automatically made things feel easier.
and while he might not always react dramatically, he always noticed. every single time.
he was also surprisingly patient with you.
if you stayed close while he was focused on something, he wouldn't make you feel like you were distracting him. if you wanted to spend time with him after a long day, he wouldn't turn you away. teddy wasn't the type to constantly shower someone with affection, but he showed care through small, deliberate actions.
he would make sure you were comfortable, remember little details about what you liked, and quietly adjust his own habits to include you. his affection wasn't loud—it was in the way he made space for you without needing to be asked.
other people would probably find the difference amusing. teddy, who could seem so distant and difficult to read, somehow became someone who allowed you closer than most people ever got.
they would notice how he didn't react the same way when it was you. someone else invading his space might earn a cold look, but you could sit beside him for hours and he wouldn't complain.
your presence became an exception, a quiet place where he didn't have to keep up any walls.
there would also be moments where you worried you were being too attached. you'd wonder if you were overwhelming him or if he secretly wanted more space, especially because teddy wasn't always obvious with his feelings. but the answer was always shown through his actions. he never pulled away.
he never made you feel like your affection was unwanted. instead, he would simply stay there beside you, allowing the silence between you to speak for itself.
over time, teddy became just as accustomed to your closeness as you were to his. he might not be the type to openly admit that he enjoyed having someone always near him, but he would notice when things felt different without you.
the room felt quieter, his routine felt slightly off, and there was a strange emptiness where your familiar presence usually was.
he wouldn't call it missing you right away, but deep down, he knew exactly what it was. because your clinginess gave teddy something he wasn't used to—a constant reminder that someone wanted to stay.
and for someone as reserved as him, that meant more than any big gesture ever could. you weren't just someone who followed him around or held onto him a little more than others.
you became the person who made his quiet world feel a little less lonely, and without even realizing it, teddy started making room for you in every part of his life.
Loki stood before you, brows knit, lips pursed in that skeptical way they did whenever you'd bring up something "midgardian" that he'd never heard of. You'd told him you wanted to do a trend that you had seen with him, refusing to answer questions, insisting it would ruin the point, which only added to his doubts.
And yet, because he loved you, here he stood, watching you prop your phone up to face towards the two of you, pressing the little red record button and padding back over.
"Are you now going to enlighten me on this 'trend' you speak of?"
You simply shook your head, giggling a little as you took his hands in yours, prompting him to raise them up over his head.
"Not yet!"
"My love, this is ridiculous, what purpose could standing in such a way possibly- mmph!"
He was silenced as you pressed your lips to his, your hands gently cupping his face, thumbs swiping across cheekbones. His arms remained in the air for a second. two. before slowly lowering, palms sliding down your sides before wrapping fully around your waist. He kissed you back softly, sweetly, like he all but forgot your phone still recording.
You pulled back, all bright eyes and softly smiling.
"You melted, that's the trend."
"Melted?" he inquired, head tilted.
"Into the kiss, you melted!"
For a brief moment he seemed confused, then lightly offended, but a quick kiss on the cheek from you softened his features all together.
"It was cute."
When you tried to slip out of his arms to cut the video, he caught your wrist, gently tugging you back. His arms wrapped around you once more, lips capturing yours again with a soft murmur.
you: *opens your eyes to see a green snake with a black belly with gold on it's head and other parts of it's body as it cosied up to you* hello you, where did you come from?
snake: *licks your nose affectionately*
thor: *bursts into the room* (name) have you seen- *sees the snake, notices the distinct colour pattern and smiles*
you: seen who?
thor: nevermind, i was looking for loki but i msut be mistaken to think he'd come here. *winks at the snake*
snake: *smacks itself with it's tail against it's head*
you: oookaaayyy...good luck finding him i guess.
thor: i shall! *leaves*
you: *you look down at the snake on your lap* you're not exactly sutble you know.
loki: blame that big oaf for the lack of being subtle my darling, i would've gotten away with it too.
Loki's getting used to you falling asleep at a conference table, lucky he's always there to carry you to bed.
Warnings: None! I don't think... sigh. Reader has hair. Don't come for my warnings :( I learnt it from the other creators...
Word count: 2.7k
It was late–3 A.M. on the dot, and Loki was still alone.
Although that was becoming increasingly normal for him as the weeks went on.
First it was the missions–you being put in charge of several S.H.I.E.L.D. task forces because the other Avengers were away on their own business. Stark trying to pick up the pieces of a crumbling relationship that Loki felt minimal sympathy for, the Captain on some business with an old lover whom he left in the past, even the witch and the robot decided to take a couple weeks off to visit Europe.
Which left you, his darling mortal, to eagerly take this opportunity to put your name down on a majority of the upcoming assignments. Even Fury was hesitant about signing off on it, but no, of course you waved him off and questioned his faith in you. Typical. Baiting the man who writes off on all your paychecks just for some rush of adrenaline.
Then again, Loki was in no position to talk since he was benched for the foreseeable future. Entirely unfair. He was framed. But it certainly added to your workload.
He tried to be supportive, he really did, but after about the sixth consecutive mission he helped pack a bag for, he was out of his mind. It seems his sanity correlates with your presence, or at least that’s what the diagrams he made showed. He spent three whole days using the poster boards that Hill created to demonstrate the correlations between Avengers and crime rates, drawing over the graphs to show the effects that missing you had on him. It was oddly sweet until you learned that Maria still had three more meetings with high-up S.H.I.E.L.D. officials that she needed them for.
The night you came back from your final mission, he was overjoyed. Ecstatic. Pacing your bedroom with a book in hand that he couldn’t calm himself down enough to read. Except the first thing you did when you got on land was crash. Slept sixteen hours in total. That’s fine, he should have predicted that. No matter, he had you all to himself.
Except he also overlooked the mission reports. Probably because he’s never filled one out despite Fury’s behest. Instead of having you in your bed every night, you were slumped over the desk, trying to recall which mission you shot out 46 agents and which one 46 agents shot out you.
This was the third time this week that you fell asleep in the conference room… It was Wednesday. And dare he admit, it’s not even out of selfishness–the desire to take up all your attention, but genuine concern at his favourite mortal overworking yourself.
He stops behind your chair, blue eyes taking stock of the way you’re slumped over the table, head resting in your folded arms. He takes a moment to just look, to gently push a strand of hair out of your face–you look younger. Almost innocent in a way he’s not. But it’s the clear signs of exhaustion that feels like a blow to his gut–the emphasis it has on your humanity and the contrast it has to his long lifespan.
He tries to push that thought to the back of his head, like he usually does, slender fingers lingering against your skin and tracing the contours of your cheek. He’s sure that the security camera in the far corner can pick up on his affection from here. His palm flattens against your back, drawing large circles as he bends to murmur in your ear. “Come on, my love, let’s get you to bed.”
When you only shift instead of waking, a muscle twitches at the corner of the God’s mouth. He should’ve expected you to be out like a light. With a huff of half-amusement and half-exasperation, he leans over, sliding his arms under you, and in one smooth motion he lifts you into his arms, supporting you easily against his chest.
“Stubborn. Even in sleep.” He mutters against your forehead, pressing a kiss to your hairline.
“I can hear you,” you mumble into his neck, arms coming to wrap around it.
He pauses in his turn towards the door, gaze flicking down to your face—eyes still closed. “Ah, you're not completely unconscious then.” He readjusts his hold on you slightly—making sure you’re secure in his arms as he makes his way out of the conference room. “So you can hear me, but you cannot be bothered to wake up, can you?”
“Pretending gets me carried. Waking up gets me a lecture.”
You don’t even have to look to feel the large smirk gracing your boyfriend’s lips. “Clever, love. Very clever.” His grip tightens once more, trapping you against him as he tries to fit you both through the doorway. Your knee bangs against it anyways and you tug on one of his curls in retaliation. “You’re becoming more cunning and manipulative, I’m impres– ow!”
“Manipulative?” You repeat, temporarily dropping the I’m-asleep-carry-me-please act in favour of pressing a sloppy kiss against Loki’s pale cheek.
He chuckles, the sound deep and velvet in a way that’s been affecting you long before titles were given to each other. It might not be something you hear often from the God, but it certainly is your favourite. “You feign sleep to avoid a lecture, preying against my affections for you. If that isn't a form of manipulation, I don't know what is. You're learning from the best it seems.”
You hum once more into his neck, tucking in closer as he walks you down the long corridor towards the elevator. Loki can’t help his breath catching, even for a split second, his heart skipping a beat from the feeling of having you in his arms once again. He’s missed you. Dearly.
He’s used to feeling alone. Being alone. After all, he’s spent millennia in the shadows of his brother, weighed down by what he now knows is his true heritage–the reason why Odin never gave him the attention and praise he sought–even when he acted out. And when Loki did find out, he spent the following years, albeit a lot shorter than the first, pushing the people he loved away for the sake of pettiness over the lack of shared blood.
And yet somehow…
Somehow that led him here. To you. Where even on the longest of physical separations–missions and mortal workloads–he never feels truly alone. Because if there is one thing he can count on, it’s that you are always on his side, even when he pushes back. Even when he did push back, on his most intolerable days before he captured your heart.
He spent the three hours prior to his trip to the conference room looking at the text you sent to his little, black rectangle: Missing you with a picture of your screwed up face in faux-anger.
It was adorable and saved instantly to his… cloud?
“You're overworking yourself. You've been on non-stop missions for days now. And now you’re doing all that… boring stuff,” he says, coming to a stop at the elevator. He must’ve used his powers, you think, because there’s no awkward bending, no request for help to push the button. Just a sudden ding as it makes its way down to your floor.
“You mean the required mission reports?” One of your hands tangles in the inky curls that is tragically Loki’s hair–’so unfair you have prettier hair than me. You don’t even do haircare!’ you’ve told him more than once. It’s softer in the nights, a little more tangled that has your hand catching in the ends.
“Yes, the blasted required mission reports.” He rolls his eyes, all exaggeration. “They're tedious, time-consuming, and utterly beneath you. You shouldn't be doing such things to begin with, much less at this hour while your eyes are drooping." He glances down at the body still in his arms, your weight starting to get to his arms (though he’d never admit it). He’s somewhat glad you still have your eyes shut because he’s all too aware that he’s failing at hiding his concern.
“It’s that attitude that has Fury so pissed with you, by the way.”
“Fury is always… pissed with me,” he replies, the word dripping with disdain. “And those reports are a colossal waste of your skills and intellect.” He pushes down the other thought, the one along the lines of: 'and they exhaust you, and you look tired, and I hate seeing you tired'. He has a reputation to uphold after all–even if it’s shrinking with every day he spends with you.
“You did kinda try… Y’know… World domination.”
“That was years ago… And it was strictly New York if you must know,” he huffs, a hint of defensiveness in his tone. “Do you still hold that over my head every time I speak against your precious Director?”
The elevator opens up once more–this time with your boyfriend stepping out on the floor with everyone’s accommodations. He turns a corner, footsteps quiet against the vinyl floor.
“Just saying,” you half-shrug in his arms. “That was one hell of a headache for him.” You press another kiss, this time at the junction of his jaw.
He scoffs, though it comes out a little softer in time with your affection. “A headache? That's an understatement. The man has had a permanent migraine since my arrival on Earth. Though I do take satisfaction in that.”
Another kiss to his cheek–more forceful than you intended with the drowsiness that has you halfway between conscious and asleep. “Just a week or two then I’m caught up,” you yawn.
He can’t help the way his heart stutters in his chest, or the slight hitch of his breath that he knows you felt–not with the way you’re still trying to burrow in closer, the way you hand out affection like it’s advice. “A week or two?” He repeats, a hint of resignation. “And then what? You'll be sent out on some other mission, no doubt with more reports to fill out.”
“Rest of the team will be back then. Won’t have as many.”
“Correction. You won’t have any,” he declares. This time he’s more careful going through the doorway of your bedroom–magic to open the door and stepping in sideways. You even hear his back scrape against the frame, no longer surprised that he’d take the hit for you. He instantly crosses over to your bed, setting you down with actual surprised gentleness, adjusting the pillows for extra support–usually he just tosses you in the general direction and hopes for the best. “Your turn for a vacation.” His tone is authoritative, leaving no room for argument. It almost makes you want to argue. Or at least you would if his hands didn’t fall to the hem of your shirt.
“Where?” You ask, raising your arms to help him.
“Somewhere… secluded. Far from Director Fury's jurisdiction.” He pulls your shirt off with ease, folding it neatly to place on your desk chair–a neatness that could only come from a prince, and not like most men you’ve dated. He may have tried to take over the wor– sorry, New York. But at least he folds clothes!
“Somewhere without paperwork, boring meetings, and mind-numbing reports. Better yet somewhere there isn’t cell service.” Long, slender fingers tug at your sweatpants–the ones you especially wore today for comfort–tugging them down your legs and leaving you in your underwear.
You unclasp your bra, leaving it on the edge of the bed for Loki to add to the pile of clothes he’s made, before lifting your arms again to signal for one of his sleep shirts. Clearly you’ve both built a routine.
Like the dutiful boyfriend he is, he slips the oversized shirt over your head, watching with a hint of fondness as it swallows you–if you notice a trace of hunger in there too then that’s not on him. He waits until you’ve slid under the covers, until he’s finished up with your clothes pile and he’s taken a moment to prepare himself–to ask for something.
“Asgard,” is all he says.
You pause in your attempts to burrow under the covers like a hedgehog during hibernation. “What about it?”
He stands over you for a moment, taking in the sight of his girlfriend cozy under the duvet, eyes blinking heavily from tiredness–where she belongs. The bed. Not the tiredness. His hand reaches out, almost of its own volition, to brush a knuckle against your cheek. He plops down on the edge of the bed. “We’ll go to Asgard. Maybe you can meet…”
“If I meet your mother, that’s not a vacation. That’s a very stressful environment.”
Loki snorts, poking your nose. “I’ll have you know, Mother is a delight.”
“Still your mother–still the QUEEN of a wholeass realm. The person who loves you most in the world. Second most. No, most. I can’t compete with her. Couldn’t be more intimidating if she tried.”
He laughs, a low rumble against the silence of the night. “You’re right. She will interrogate you thoroughly.” But Frigga was good, in all the ways Loki wasn’t. Kind in the ways he’s often dismissed as weakness. He doesn’t say it, or even show it, but she’s the strongest woman he knows–or now, one of the strongest women he knows. The thought of her meeting the mortal he’s claimed for himself… well, it’s a good thought to close his eyes to.
“Plus you don’t have plumbing.” You add, hand pulling his away from your face to intertwine them together. “Peeing in a pot is beneath me.”
His jaw drops at your blunt declaration–a laugh of disbelief and surprise mixing together to make your favourite sound. “Pissing in a pot is beneath you,” he repeats. “What about that time in Bolivia when you had to—“
You sit up. Fast. Pointing a finger at Loki. “We agreed to never bring that up!”
His grin widens, clearly the memory of his girlfriend in a MORTIFYING situation like Bolivia–is funny as shit to him despite the shame it inflicts upon you. He HAD promised not to bring it up again. Swore under duress… But he was never one for keeping promises, and you should really know that by now. “Oh, but it was so memorable. You’re so adamant about not lowering yourself to 'such primitive means' yet there you were—”
You hit his shoulder. “Now I’m wide awake you asshole! Gonna give me nightmares.”
“Hey!” Loki rubs at the target of your attack–already planning different ways he can make it as dramatic as possible. But the sight of you looking up at him with wide eyes, trying to stifle a yawn despite your previous proclamation… Well… he wasn’t a monster. Not anymore. He leans down to press a kiss to your cheek. “Close your eyes, my love, you’ll need the energy to shout at me tomorrow when I tell you I’ve already made arrangements with Heimdall.”
You huff, eyes narrowed. He’s already– Tomorrow. You’ll deal with him tomorrow. So instead you turn on your side, burying yourself deep in the covers. If you see the look of unabashed affection on Loki’s face, you don’t say anything.
The urge to climb in himself, to hold you, now that he’s finally got a fraction of your time is overwhelming. He inhales, steeling himself and capturing the mental image of you tucked in and eyes fluttering shut, before he then lifts himself off the bed.
“Sleep well,” he murmurs, the words coming out tender with such ease.
“Where are you going?”
He halts in his tracks, pausing to look at you over his shoulder. With a sigh, he turns back, making his way to the door with his hands plastered on his hips. “I'm going to do something incredibly dull and entirely beneath me.”
And because he doesn’t have the heart, or perhaps because he has too much pride, he doesn’t tell you that he’s about to spend that next few hours in that conference room, filling out those mission reports using your memories. Perhaps it’s because he isn’t doing it for the recognition–but because it would make your life easier. It seems… he has learnt to love.
Newest Loki fic in the series
Taglist for Loki's Guide to Falling in Love with a Mortal:
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Minors DNI, explicit sexual content, lotus position sex, overstimulation (f & m), creampie, sweat, slick, body fluids, deep kissing, filthy talk, possessiveness, mutual desperation, slightly unhinged levels of need NO BETA!!!!! Hell no second read over LOL
Word Count: 736 words
A/N: Want to start putting on more drabbles for everyone, but Loki is at the top of that list. Is that something people might want?
You didn’t know who started moving again. Maybe you never stopped.
Loki’s cock was still inside you, still hard, buried to the hilt, and you were still in his lap legs tangled around his waist, arms clinging to his shoulders, your body shaking as you ground down helplessly onto him.
It was instinct now. Muscle memory. Addiction.
Neither of you could stop.
Not when it felt like this.
He was soaked with sweat, the long strands of his hair sticking to his forehead, to your cheek, to your neck where he kept pressing open-mouthed kisses between gasps. His back was damp beneath your nails, his skin slick and burning. You were just as wrecked, hair plastered to your fingers as your hand stayed in his hair, thighs trembling with aftershocks, your body flushed and twitching from too many orgasms.
Still, he moved.
Not fast, but deep. Slow, dragging thrusts that made you sob quietly into his skin, your hips bucking despite how sensitive you were. The wet squelch of your cunt echoed in the space between you, filthy and relentless, his come dripping out of you and smearing between your thighs and his lap, making each movement even messier.
“Gods,” Loki rasped, forehead pressed to yours, his voice unsteady, nearly delirious. “You’re still so tight. You’re clenching me, sweet girl-do you feel that?”
You did. You felt everything.
Every slow, grinding roll of his cock inside you. Every twitch. Every drag along your swollen walls, the stretch of him still making your whole body tremble. You were oversensitive, overstimulated, overwhelmed, and still it wasn’t enough.
He kissed you again, sloppy, open-mouthed, tongues tangling, moaning into each other like the only thing keeping you alive was the taste of the other. You tasted like sweat and salt and Loki’s spend, and you could feel your own slick smeared across your inner thighs, coating both of your skin.
“I can’t stop,” he whispered against your lips, broken and reverent. “Gods, I should, I should stop but ugh I can’t. Not when your cunt keeps pulling me back in like this. Not when it feels like I’m going to live inside you.”
His hands were everywhere. One gripped your ass, kneading it to tilt your hips into a sharper grind. The other slid between your bodies, fingers finding your soaked clit-swollen, aching-and rubbed slow, tight circles that made your thighs jerk around his waist.
You cried out, voice cracked and desperate, and he growled into your mouth.
“Come again,” he ordered, voice low and harsh. “I know you can. I know you’re right there, trembling for it. Don’t fucking hold back-I want it, I want to feel it.”
Your eyes rolled back as your body locked, muscles seizing around him, and your orgasm hit like heat lightning, sharp, bright, violent. You sobbed, legs tightening around him, nails dragging down his back as your pussy fluttered and spasmed around his cock, milking him again, again….
“Fuck, fuck, yes,” Loki gasped, eyes wide, pupils blown. “You feel so good when you cum I can’t-gods-”
He snapped his hips up once, then again, and then he was spilling into you with a stuttering groan, voice pitched low and needy as he held you close and poured every last drop inside your pulsing cunt. His cock twitched, throbbing deep, and you both shivered with the raw intensity of it.
And yet, again he didn’t pull out.
Neither of you even thought about it.
You were still clinging to him, your face buried in his neck, lips brushing sweat-slick skin, your whole body still spasming with aftershocks. His hands cradled your waist, your back, holding you together, thumbs stroking your skin like he needed the connection to stay sane.
“Such a messy girl,” he whispered, voice distant, dazed. “Still leaking around me. Look at us…”
You couldn’t.
All you could do was pant into his neck and hold him tighter as his hips started rocking again. Shallow. Gentle. Just enough to keep it going. Just enough to make your clit twitch and your thighs jerk.
“Loki-” you whimpered, half-plea, half-warning.
“I know,” he murmured. “I know it’s too much. I don’t care. I want to feel you until there’s nothing left of us but sweat and cum and this.”
Another kiss. Another slow thrust. Another wave building.
Summary: Loki x fe!Reader -> The last person you thought would come to your aid, or even be on your side was Loki. And yet, he turned out to be the first one.
Disclaimer: Dislike (to friends) to lovers, pining, yearning, hidden feelings, hurt/comfort, one bed trope-ish, nightmare trope, Scott, Joaquin and Kate being a trio. Fluff, angst, little swearing, long(er) fic.
Thor had brought you to Asgard just after you collapsed in the training room with the rest of the Avengers. Usually, you could keep up. But…something happened.
Something Jarvis could even explain through multiple scans.
“Perhaps Thor would be more suited to finding a doctor.”
“Jarvis, what does that mean?”
“It means…whatever is in Y/n’s system is not of our world.”
Clint had looked around the entire room. “But she’s never even left Earth.”
Before you knew it, Thor was cradling your head gently as multiple beams of light flashed around you. And ever since, you’d been laying on a golden table whilst Asgardian nurses rushed around your bedside, fixing and scanning things.
“What’s she doing here?”
Despite the shivers that were starting to take over your body, you managed to roll your eyes. “Here to visit you, clearly.”
“Aw, it still has a sense of humor.” Loki said.
“Bite me, asshole.”
Loki smiled, “Only if you ask nicely.”
“Enough you two,” Thor cut in, his voice deep and demanding. “Loki, have you seen mother?”
“A meeting, I believe.”
Two sets of heavy gold doors suddenly opened. “I’m here.”
As Thor launched into a long winded explanation of what had happened, Frigga turned her full attention onto you.
Between the heat of your body, despite the fact you felt like you’d been shoved under a constant freezing shower, and the pain beginning to grow in your bones, you could barely register the feeling of her hand on your forehead.
“It’s okay,” she said, her voice gentle. “You’re going to be alright here. Our Doctors are some of the best.”
The smile on her face reminded you of Loki, though it was more warming to your soul than twisting to your stomach.
“It’s a good job you brought her when you did.”
“Are you sure?” Loki asked, loud enough for you to hear.
With a groan, you looked at Frigga. “Your son’s an asshole.”
Frigga, in the same way you’d seen Thor do, tried her best to hide her smile. “Ignore him, dear. He’s just being a pest because he’s not the centre of attention.”
“Hey!”
Through the pain, you managed to crack a smile. “Ha, I knew I’d like you.” Then, you managed to look at Loki as he stood on the other side of the bed. “I like your mom.”
Loki hummed, though it was all in good humor. “Well, she has her favourites.”
You managed to smile, but it quickly turned as a large pain shot throughout your body.
“Mother, there must be something you can do.” Thor was standing somewhere by your feet, not that you could make him out through the tears in your eyes.
Frigga nodded, determined. “There is. But I’ll need the room. And time.”
“How much time?”
Frigga looked at her sons. “I’ll come and get you when I’m finished. Oh, and boys? Ready the blue room. It’ll be calming for her once she’s in recovery.”
Loki and Thor nodded before taking their leave and Frigga began giving her orders to the staff, as they brought herbs and liquids.
“Now, dear, I can’t promise this will be pleasant but I can promise you, it will work.”
Still shaking, you nodded. “What…whatever you need to do.”
“Brave girl.”
You passed out from the pain after fifteen minutes of her beginning her cure.
“Will she be alright?” Loki asked his brother as they watched staff prepare the Blue Room.
Thor didn’t know what to say. “Mother will take care of her. Since when do you care for her wellbeing?”
Loki shrugged. “It’s not that I don’t, but I don’t like the idea of her dying, either.”
“I need to go.”
“What?”
Loki tracked his brother’s movements as he travelled down the hall, past the next bedroom which Loki just happened to be staying in, and towards the exit.
“Thor-”
“I need to find out where she’s been in the last week. I need to know where she contracted this infection.”
“You can’t just leave her here.”
Thor smiled as he turned and looked at his brother. “Sure I can. She’s got you.”
“Wha- no. Thor, no.”
“Yes.” Thor said. “You said it yourself, you care for her wellbeing.”
“No,” Loki corrected. “I said I don’t like the idea of her dying.”
Thor shrugged. “Same thing. Take care of her, brother.”
Loki shouted after him, but he was already flying towards the rainbow bridge.
“Shit.”
“My Prince?”
Loki turned quickly on his heels to see a familiar member of staff.
“Your mother is asking for you.”
Five minutes later, passing the golden hallways and the newly finished bedroom, Loki was entering through the heavy golden doors.
“How is she?”
“Sleeping,” Frigga told her son.
The final cohort of the nurses had passed him in the hallway just as he entered. Now, it was just himself, his mother and you.
Loki let his fingers trail beside you on your bed before, without thinking, he reached out as gently brushed the hair away from your forehead.
“She’ll be okay,” Frigga said, a warm smile on her face, as she approached the table. “She’s a strong woman.”
“Strong willed, strong-headed.”
Frigga nodded. “All the best of us are.”
Loki smiled, looking towards his mother, before looking back at you.
Laying on the golden top table, you still looked as drained as when he first saw you. But, you were no longer in pain. Your breathing was steady and even, as was your heart rate.
You’d be okay.
But it would be a process for your body to recover from.
“She’s going to need a friend,” Frigga mentioned, seeing the way Loki looked at you. “When she wakes.”
A wall came up inside of him as he stepped away and let you go.
“I-I’m not really a friend.”
“Perhaps not before,” Frigga hummed. “But she’ll still be in need of a familiar face.”
There was a pained expression on his face as he looked to his mother, before his gaze landed back on your sleeping one.
“Hopefully…hopefully Thor will find his answers soon. Then he can be her familiar face.”
You remained asleep for five days.
And in those five days, as different maids and nurses came to check on you, and change you, it became a rare occurrence to not see Loki by your bedside.
“What are you doing here?”
Loki looked up from his book to see you, finally, awake. Upon closing his book, he smiled.
“I live here.”
You scowled, trying to move. “Were you watching me sleep?”
He held up his book. “It’s pretty interesting. The female lead pretends to hate the male lead, but she’s actually in love with him.”
You barked a laugh.
“How are you feeling?”
Settling against the pillows, you sighed. “Aching. Sore. A little dizzy.”
Loki nodded. “That’s all normal.”
“How long have I been out?”
“Five days.”
“Did you find out what it was?”
Loki nodded. “Thor’s currently trying to find its origin in case anyone else contracted it. To us, it’s like a common cold. But, to mortals…”
“It sends us to our death bed.”
“Pretty much.”
You let out a puff of air. “Bet you were praying for it to work on me.”
Loki nodded. “Oh, certainly. I’d at least get a floor to myself in your so-called Tower.”
You let out a small laugh. “Oh, please. You could just share with Thor.”
“I already have done that for the last thousand years. I don’t need another thousand of it.”
Again, you chuckled. And so did Loki. But you couldn’t lie and think about what it meant since it wasn’t long before his mother, Frigga, and some of her ladies-maids waltzed in and kicked Loki out.
With a small bow, he closed both doors as he made his exit.
Going through similar questions with Frigga, she helped you bathe and get dressed into Asgardian robes which had you questioning the quality of your own clothes at home.
“I don’t think I’ve thanked you yet,” you said, turning to face Frigga properly.
“No need, dear.”
You nodded. “But I do. You saved my life, so…without knowing how I can repay you…thank you. For everything.”
Frigga smiled a warm and gentle smile as she took your hands in hers. “You are welcome, my dear. But you needn’t worry. And, although I have to admit, it’s not the way I thought we would have met, I am glad to finally be meeting you.”
“You are?”
“Loki has mentioned your name a few times. Still does, especially when he talks of his time on your Earth.”
“He has?”
Frigga nodded. “Oh, yes.”
You chuckled a little, watching as she let your hands go and crossed the room towards the shelves.
What followed turned out to be the three weirdest weeks of your life.
You began to learn about Asgard and their people, about Frigga and how she became Queen of Asgard. You began to hear stories of when Thor and Loki were just kids.
And, perhaps the oddest thing of all, you saw Loki.
And not just physically.
You began to see him.
Was he still an asshole? Yes. You figured he always would be. He wouldn’t be a Trickster without being a little bit of an asshole.
But you saw how he treated the people around him. And how he treated his mother. You saw how he acted when he was alone, thinking no-one was watching him.
There was something calming about him.
For a while, you stood in the doorway of his room which was right next door to yours. He was no longer in his full royal attire but rather trousers and a shirt.
Having discarded his black tie over the back of one of the chairs, he was walking back and forth between his desk and the floor to ceiling bookcase.
Most of the time, his nose was buried in at least one book. Though, you had seen him read two at the same time, flipping between the chapters as he made notes in a completely different book.
“I didn’t think you’d be like this.”
Loki almost tripped over himself as he turned and looked towards his door to see you. “Y/n.”
Slowly, you walked inside. “I thought you might have been sleeping in a cave, upside down like a bat. And only ever coming out to, I don’t know, pull dark pranks on people you wanted revenge on.”
“I still do, but I tend to leave that for the winter.”
You cracked a smile, rounding his desk, feeling his eyes trace every single movement you made. But at no point did he try to stop you from snooping.
“Instead, you’re…a librarian, an entertainer, and a mediator. When you want to be.”
“I find it more entertaining harbouring peace in my home, these days, than I used to.”
“It’s a good look on you.”
Loki cocked his head a little, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “Was that a compliment?”
“I’ll deny it if anyone asks me.”
He chuckled, his laugh a little more breathy. “Of course. Anything I can help with?”
“It’s more what could I help you with,” you pointed out. “I’ve been watching you for the last ten minutes-”
“Now who’s the stalker?”
“And you seem to have your hands full.”
Loki studied you for a moment. “Recovery is getting to you, isn’t it?”
“I’ve never been more bored.”
Loki laughed, walking forward and dropping the book he’d been holding onto his desk. “Well, in that case, welcome. I’m sure you’ll be running back to the bi-frost in no time.”
Surprisingly, you didn’t. Instead, it became a highly entertaining evening as you helped Loki sort through his books as he hunted through each of them for information that might help Thor in his search for the origin of your infection.
However, as the moon began to creep into the sky, a long needed tiredness began to take over. And, just as the moon passed its highest point in the sky, you fell asleep on Loki’s bedroom desk.
The moment he noticed, Loki quietly shut his book and tidied up a little before laying a gentle hand on your shoulder. When you didn’t wake, he chuckled and leaned down.
In two delicate movements, Loki lifted you in his arms and began to carry you back towards your bedroom. According to his mother, your recovery was still on-going, so falling asleep at a desk wouldn’t exactly help speed up that time.
“Shush,” Loki whispered quietly to you as he laid you down in your bed and you woke for a brief moment. “It’s okay, go back to sleep.”
You hummed in your sleep before turning onto your side.
For a moment, he took a mental image of you. Often, when he visited your planet, you seemed…worn. Tired. Exhausted from the fights you had to carry out in order to save the people around you, as well as make it home safe. And, often, there was also a scowl on your face when it came to looking at him.
But, over the last three weeks, that scowl had slowly transitioned into a light smile that you couldn’t hide, even if you tried. There were still times you scowled at him, but it wasn’t as deep-seated as the others had been.
Reaching out, Loki pushed the fallen hair away from your face and back against your pillow. Finally, covering your sleeping frame with the blankets, he leaned down and pressed a light kiss to your temple.
“Sweet dreams, Y/n.”
And you did. Except, what you woke up to wasn’t as sweet.
“Well, how long has she been here?! She’s no more use than that last mortal idiot who-”
“She’s not an idiot, and her name is Y/n!”
Loki’s voice had echoed throughout the hallways so much that everything that made a noise in the silence following his exclamation was almost deafening.
“Dear, she was sick and she is still in need of recovery,” Frigga’s voice carried towards your room, followed by footsteps.
“Really? How quickly did she pass out when you started to heal her? Ten, twenty seconds?”
“Fifteen minutes.”
The footsteps came to a halt. And the hallways became deadly silent. Even the soft ruffling of your bed covers felt loud in your ear drums.
The trio began talking again, however quieter. And barely thirty seconds later, with Loki’s voice carrying a plea of, “Father-”, the doors to your room opened without a single knock.
Yet, all three stared at the empty but made bed before their eyes turned around the room and landed on you.
“Odin, I presume?"
“Ms Y/n?”
You nodded, watching as Frigga reached out and held onto her son’s wrist whilst Odin began walking towards you.
“My wife tells me you lasted fifteen minutes before you passed out from the pain of her cure. I have to say, even I haven’t lasted that long under the duress of pain.”
You shrugged. “Women have been known to have a higher pain tolerance.”
Odin laughed, turning to look at his wife. “She’s smart.”
Frigga smiled. “Told you I liked her.”
Odin turned back to you once more. “My son also tells me you work with my other son, back on your home planet.”
You nodded. “I do. Well- I try. Both of your sons seem to have a mind of their own, most of the time.”
You were glad to catch a glimpse of Loki’s smile. It warmed something inside of you.
“I see,” Odin said as he studied you. “Well, stay for as long as you need. My son has spoken highly of you, but he has also told me you're rather…bored. Perhaps I can find some use for you here. At least until you return home.”
You smiled, “Happy to help where I can.”
Odin nodded before finally bidding you good-day and going about his business for the day.
“So that’s Odin.”
Loki nodded. “That’s Odin.”
A little over a week later, when you thought all the weird was gone, a shock came to your system.
For the last month, whilst you’d been recovering on Asgard, yourself and Loki had come to an…unspoken deal. That, for the sake of those around, you would both keep the verbal jousting to a minimum.
What you hadn’t calculated, however, was that it left an open space for you to begin to see Loki. And it gave him space to see you.
And, somewhere within four weeks and that space that just kept seemingly growing, you and Loki had become friends. Of sorts.
Late nights, you worked together. He at his desk, you at yours. But, somewhere between supper and midnight, you’d migrate together.
As you sat criss-crossed on the sofa, Loki sat on the floor beside you. When you needed a script, he’d hand it over to you, and you’d find the information he was in need of, from the book that laid open on your lap.
Some mornings you’d wake in your bed, despite knowing you’d definitely fallen asleep on the sofa. Other mornings, you’d still be asleep, but Loki would be on the floor beside you, your hands barely an inch from each other.
Most days, you talked to each other. He explained a few things about Asgard before telling you stories he’d never told anyone. Not because they were a secret, but simply because he’d never felt the need or the want to before.
Teasing you over your Mid-gardian style, Loki would lay in wait for you to eventually tell him stories of your own childhood, or of working with the Avengers.
And when you did, he saw you light up in a way that had been rare before Thor had brought you home.
To his home.
But, now, you are leaving.
“He loves you dearly, my child.”
You jumped a little at the voice that came from behind you. For the last two minutes, you’d been watching Loki in – surprisingly – a little pain. The thought of leaving him was…you didn’t fully know what.
What you did know was that part of you wanted to stay.
And a small part of that was down to him.
Turning, you smiled at Frigga. Her warming and loving smile was something you’d definitely miss.
“Frigga.”
“He does,” she told you as she took your hands in her own. “More than you may ever know. More than he may ever know.”
Looking down the grand hallway, you watched as one of the servant's children ran towards Loki, showing him a picture he’d drawn of the palace.
Loki often pretended to have no feeling towards his people. But you saw the look in his eyes when he spoke of them and you could guarantee, one hundred percent, that when you opened up the draw inside his desk, you’d find that exact picture along with two dozen others they’d drawn for him.
“We’re just…”
“Friends?” Frigga asked. “Well, it was more than you were before you arrived here. I am going to miss you, terribly, my dear. It was nice to have another woman around this place.”
“You know, I don’t know how often you can visit other places but…if you’re ever in New York…”
“That sounds wonderful, my dear.” Frigga pulled you into a motherly hug. “I might just do that.”
You smiled at her, hugging her back.
However, what you failed to notice as you did so, was Loki turning around in the hallway and stopping just short of his office. The image of you and his mother talking and smiling and enjoying each other’s company would be a memory he’d cherish forever.
He disappeared into his office before you could spot him, but the moment he left, you felt his absence.
“Ready?” Hemindal asked you as you stood beside him.
You’d said your goodbyes at the palace. Frigga had hugged you tight, Odin had bowed his head and Loki had stood there.
Neither of you had been able to move, but you simply smiled and said goodbye.
However, standing beside Hemindal, something small started to grow in the pit of your stomach and your arms ached for…
For Loki.
“Wait! Y/n!”
Turning around, you spotted the Trickster running towards you.
“Just- just give me a minute?”
Hemindal stepped back, a smile on his face. “Take your time, my lady.”
Your voice was quiet as you stepped away with a, “Thank you”, before rushing towards Loki.
“What are you-”
Almost as if he’d read your mind, you were suddenly pulled tight against Loki before you managed to wrap your arms over his broad shoulders.
“I don’t want this to be goodbye.”
You smiled into him. “If you make it back to Earth, this is just ‘see you later’.”
He nodded, setting you back down on your feet but continuing to hold you in his arms. “I mean it. This isn’t goodbye.”
You glared, a little playfully. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
He chuckled. “Both.”
“Good.”
As Loki’s gaze bore into yours, he smiled a little more. “I’m glad we’re friends now.”
“So am I.”
But I wish we could be more, said a quiet voice in the back of your head. You hadn’t been expecting it, but it wasn’t a thought you wanted to disappear too quickly.
“Don’t be a stranger,” you told him once you made it back to Hemindal.
“I promise,” Loki smiled as he waved you off.
Then you were back home. Back to work. Back to reality and Earth. Constantly thinking about the last person you thought would ever be on your mind.
“Hello? Earth to Y/n,” Bruce said, shaking his hand in front of your face to grab your attention.
“Yeah? Sorry.”
“Are you alright?” Bruce asked, a breathy chuckle leaving him. “You’ve been kinda distracted lately.”
You nodded. “Yeah, sorry. Just…in my own head, I guess. I’ll focus more, I’m sorry.”
He shrugged it off. “Don’t worry about it. What’s going on? Is this, like, a side effect of the Asgardian Flu?”
You shook your head, a tired smile on your face. “No, just me. I’ll try and focus more.”
Bruce just shook his head as if to say Don’t worry about it, but he kept his eye on you.
You continued to work at the same pace you always did, but it was almost like your body was on auto-pilot. You were doing calculations to the fabric of the universe whilst physically building something from the opposite side of science.
“She’s not ill, is she?” Kate asked.
Joaquin shook his head. “No. Asgardian’s fixed that problem.”
“Could she be constipated?”
The pair turned and looked at Scott who had just appeared.
“What? She looks pensive.”
“Who are we stalking?” Thor asked, scaring the trio practically shitless. “Sorry.”
Kate hitched a thumb over her shoulder towards you in your lab. “Y/n. She’s quiet. And we’re trying to figure out why.”
Thor, as he crouched with the three of them, looked towards you. “Oh, she’s in love.”
Then he walked away.
“What?!” Kate and Joaquin shouted as they looked at each other before racing after Thor.
“What do you mean?” Scott asked, catching up to them.
“She’s in love,” he repeated, as if it didn’t just shatter their view of you.
“With who?”
“My brother. Ah, there’s the kitchen.”
The trio looked between each other before racing after Thor once again. Finally pushing their way into the kitchen, they found Thor opening a box of pop-tarts.
“As in…Loki?”
Thor laughed. “Who else?”
“But they hate each other.”
“And,” Thor began. “I left them alone for a month. Together. I believe it’s called Forced Proximity. At least, that’s what Darcy told me it’s called. Apparently it’s in her new favourite book.”
“You…you used a romance book as…as a manual?”
Thor thought on it for a moment as he chewed on his poptart. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“And we’re sure it’s Loki?” Joaquin asked.
Thor nodded. “Of course. But, he’s been in love with her for a lot longer so I guess he’s had time to deal with it.”
“WHAT?!”
Thor nodded. “Yeah, like, what? Three years?”
“Three- Oh, my god.”
“Whoa,” Kate said, catching Scott with Joaquin’s help.
“I think I need to sit down.”
“Yeah,” Joaquin agreed. “You and us both.”
“What do you mean he’s been in love with her for three years? They’ve done nothing but fight for three years.” Kate pointed out.
Thor shrugged. “Loki is a trickster. He knows how to keep people from seeing the truth. You’ll spot the signs eventually, it just takes a couple hundred years. Give or take.”
“Give or ta-” Scott ran a hand down his face. “Do you have orange slices? I feel like I’ve just shrunk from being big, again.”
Kate nodded and ran towards the fridge to grab them.
“Thor, how much do you know about your brother’s feelings towards Y/n?”
What followed was a three hour story of how Thor came to realise Loki was in love with you, and how he’d hidden it all this time.
The biggest give away was the fact you were the one repeated name in his stories when he spoke to his mother.
And, despite the annoyed tone, both Thor and his mother could hear the admiration behind his voice.
Then came the day Loki himself realised he was in love with you. It came six months after meeting you. He’d been helping Thor and the rest of the team with a Hydra…thing when Sam had pulled, in your words, “The most reckless and stupidest move ever known to the history of man.”.
Wilson had nearly gotten himself killed and you chewed him out on it. And when the others tried to step in to calm you, you chewed them out too.
However, when Loki held out his hands and stepped forward, you’d turned before he could even fully plant his foot on the ground.
“Hey!”
Your finger pointing at him, your eyes remained on his. Your breathing was heavy and your eye contact felt deeper than ever. But…you didn’t chew him out. You didn’t shout or yell at him.
You just stared. Like a silent conversation was taking place.
You never said a word until you turned back to the others, yelling at them to “Never do that again!”.
As you took your leave from the hallway, Loki remained in shock as his eyes trailed after you. Part of Loki wanted you to have yelled at him. He got a kick out of your verbal spars with him. But there was something deeper about him wanting to talk to you at the moment. There was something deeper about why he wanted to follow you down the hall and make sure you were okay.
But, he didn’t.
Instead, when he returned home, he paced around the palace for three days before returning back to earth where he was told he’d be sharing a floor with you since he wasn’t there often and it was the only other floor that held a spare, but separate, room.
Then he paced for another three days until he’d finally accepted his conclusion.
After that, he became more simple than he thought.
“Holy shit.”
“I know.”
“I can’t believe we’re Avengers.” Scott announced.
They all turned to look at him.
“We’re meant to know, like, everything. And we can’t even see when one of us has feelings for someone?”
“We’re…” Joaquin was lacking in excuses. “Avengers. Not Detectives.”
“Good one,” Kate whispered quietly.
Joaquin held out his fist and Kate bumped her own against it. “Thanks.”
“Seriously, how did we miss this?” Scott asked.
As the days began to turn into weeks, more and more Avengers joined the trio in watching your movements.
You were still on auto-pilot when you worked, but when you were just sitting still, all you could do was think. They tried talking to you, but no reply would come. Not that they blamed you.
Finding out you're in love with the last person you ever thought you’d even catch feelings for, took a lot of time to sink in.
They could practically hear the cogs turning in your head.
“Should we help her?”
Scott shook his head, eating from the bowl of popcorn. “No. Hope says she’s got to figure it out for herself. That way she knows it’s real.”
“But she’s been like this for almost a month. I don’t like it,” Joaquin said before pouring some of his m&ms into Kate’s hand.
“I don’t like it either,” Kate whispered. “But Scott’s right- well, Hope. We can’t interfere.”
An idea struck him. “What if we don’t?”
Scott stared at him for a while. “Nope, you’ve lost me.”
“We don’t have to interfere,” Joaquin said. “But we know someone who could.”
Kate clicked her tongue. “Sam and Bucky both agreed with Hope-”
“Not them. Though, that does surprise me that they don’t want to meddle. No. I was thinking of someone a little more…God-like.”
It took four days of planning but the trio finally had an idea sorted out.
And the minute Kate saw the flash of light outside her room, she ran directly down the hall, banged on Joaquin’s door before throwing herself inside.
“Look outside.”
Shoving him closer to the window, she pointed. “See him?”
Joaquin smiled. “I see him.”
The moment Loki stared up at the Avengers building, he wiped his hand nervously on his legs. He hadn’t seen you in just over two months, and yet you hadn’t left his thoughts once.
He’d been dealing with the same thing for close to four years, but not once in those four years had either of you been friends. Not once in those four years could he have held out hope that you might be happy to see him.
But after your stay on Asgard…he wasn’t so certain that stuffing the hope away was the right thing to do.
You told him not to be a stranger, hadn’t you? And that you were glad he was your friend?
Or had that all been a dream?
“Brother!”
The greeting was the same as always. Care, if a little caution. But, all in all, the evening was fun. Games were played, stories were told.
But Loki couldn’t help but notice someone was missing.
You.
“Looking for someone in particular, Loki?”
Loki turned, forcing a laugh into his drink. “I have no idea what you mean, brother.”
Thor nodded with a knowing smile before leaning a little closer. “She has a new lab on the third floor. We’ve all tried to get her to leave it. Perhaps you might have a little more luck?”
As Thor picked up a bottle of tequila and walked away, Loki took all of thirty seconds to decide to go in search of you.
And it wasn’t long until he found you.
Just like Thor had told him, you had a new lab on the third floor. In fact, it made up the entirety of the third floor.
“The way I hear it, you’re missing one hell of a party.”
You yelped a little, dropping the spanner from your hand into the tray table in front of you.
Turning, you found Loki leaning against one of the storage units, fiddling with one of the broken web shooters Peter had asked you to take a look at.
“Loki,” your voice came out with a smile on your face. “You’re here.”
Smiling at you, Loki placed the web shooter back before strolling closer to you. For a moment, you tried to keep yourself busy.
Holding onto your spanner once more, you started to work on your current project. You needed to do something that kept your hands from shaking in his presence.
“I missed you upstairs.”
You nodded, slowly. “Yeah, I, uh, I guess I just lost track of time.”
“Anything I can help you with?”
A smile appeared on your face again as you looked towards his own. “Uh, no. No, I don’t think so. But thank you.”
Loki simply nodded and took a small step back from your working table.
“Are you alright?” He asked as he took a turn around your lab.
“I’m fine. Why do you ask?”
Loki turned slowly on his heel and looked at you with an intrigued expression. You had answered his question way too quickly. Even by your standards.
“Well, I know that’s a lie.”
“It’s not a lie.”
You lied again. He knew you had. You knew he knew you had.
Shit.
You sighed, “It’s not something you can help with.”
“Are you sure?”
You nodded. “I wish you could. Believe me, it’s taken me months and I still haven’t…”
Your eyes locked with his from across your lab as your sentence died away.
Maybe you were right. Maybe he is the last person, but he’s also the first…
“Figured it out,” you eventually managed to finish, although slightly breathless.
There was an edge to Loki’s smirk as he looked at you with a small courteous nod. “Well,” he said. “Here’s to hoping you figure it out soon.”
“Yeah.”
“So…” Loki continued, “How have you been?”
You back to him, a little relieved he’d fallen back into ‘Asgard’ territory. At least, that’s what you’d been calling it in your head.
Most normal people would probably just call it being civil and talking.
“Well, whatever your mom’s magic did, it seemed to cure pretty much everything inside of me.”
“Including your ‘cold, dead heart’?”
You chuckled. “Ooh, no. Sorry. I’m afraid nothing can cure that.”
Loki laughed, and so did you. But in the silence of it all you started to realise that maybe, just maybe, that ‘cold, dead heart’ you’d once spoken of, was thawed and beginning to warm.
Especially towards Loki.
“How is your mother?”
“She’s well. She asks about you often. I believe she wishes to visit you soon.”
The normal side of talking continued for…you didn’t know how long. But it was long enough for Kate to get drunk on Asgardian liquor and come running to find you.
“How long do you think she’s gonna be hungover for?”
When Kate had come down to your lab, blabbing about…something (most of her words were slurred. The most you could make out was “I love you guys, so much,”) yourself and Loki had carried her to bed.
“Asgardian liquor can have different effects depending on the mortal. How is she with normal liquor?”
You shrugged. “Depends on the type and the quantity. I banned her from tequila when she cried for three hours and then proceeded to send pinterest pictures of cute animals to her ex.”
Loki couldn’t help but chuckle. Both at the information, and the way you reported it. Almost like it was an announcement on the evening news.
“I’ll stick around for a few days. Thor’s been given an assignment and I’ve suffered through enough of those hangovers to know the better cures.”
You smiled, “Thank you.”
But it was only as he was bidding you goodnight after walking you to your room – despite it being in the same hallway as his own – that you realised what that meant.
Loki was staying.
With you.
In the tower.
For more time than usual.
On a normal day, before Asgard, you would have ignored him to the best of your ability. But now he was your friend. And…and the person you wanted more with.
You managed to survive three days, which is more than you could say for Kate who had been dealing with the world’s worst hangover, quite literally.
“Here, drink up.”
Loki placed a tall glass of something blue in front of her.
“What is it?” Kate couldn’t even open her eyes as she looked up.
The minute she sniffed it, she gagged.
“Oh, my god,” she drew out. “What the hell is that?”
“Probably best you don’t ask questions.”
With a grimace, she looked at Loki before looking at you. You could only nod and look at Loki. He looked like he was going through it with Kate.
“Here goes nothing.”
It took Kate all of an hour to finish the drink without throwing up.
“I’ll make you another one in three hours.”
As Kate made a wretching noise, you led her back to her room which smelled a little less of alcohol stained clothes.
“That was totally disgusting.”
“Just lay down and try to get some sleep. I’ll wake you when dinner’s ready.”
Kate shook her head. “I can’t eat. Not after that drink. Just…wake me up when the next century hits.”
Chuckling lightly, you covered her up and closed the blinds until her room was encased in darkness.
It took you ten minutes to get out of her room without bruising yourself…again.
“Sleeping?” Loki asked as he met you in the hallway.
You nodded. “For now. She says to wake her up next century.”
“Noted.” Loki nodded along. “I’ve made some tea, if you’d care for a cup?”
With a tired sigh, you followed him back to the kitchen. “Love one.”
“Solve your problem yet?”
Laying the steaming cup down, you shook your head. “Not yet. But I’m close. I think.”
The edge that had taken over his smirk three days ago suddenly reappeared. “Let me know when you do. I figure whatever it is, will have an interesting conclusion.”
“Maybe,” you agreed. But you weren’t fully convinced.
After all, how could the last person on any planet be the first person you’d thought of in a romantic futuristic sense. Sure, there had been past relationships and dreams but, when it came to Loki, it all felt more real somehow.
Like, if you said them outloud, they would come true.
And you didn’t know if that scared you shitless, or intrigued you to the point of excitement.
But it all came to a head one night just a little after two in the morning.
You’d fallen asleep just a few hours before, comfortable in bed, only to wake in a cold sweat and someone calling your name softly.
“Loki?”
“Yeah,” his voice was softer than usual. “It’s me.”
He whispered in the darkness of your room, his hands reaching out to hold you.
It was the first time you’d felt comforted. Though, with a mother like Frigga, you shouldn’t have been surprised.
“I-I couldn’t-”
Loki nodded. “I know. It’s okay. You’re safe. They can’t hurt you anymore.”
“It felt so real.”
Smoothing down your hair, Loki mumbled light words into your temple before pressing a kiss in the same spot.
“It’s okay, you’re safe.”
A small gasp left you. “Did I wake you- Loki, I’m so sorry.”
He shook his head. “No. No, Jarvis alerted me. And I’m glad he did. Can I get you anything?”
You shook your head, still a little out of it. “Can you stay?”
“Of course.”
In the comfort of darkness, you let Loki wrap himself around you like a protection barrier from the nightmares you’d just suffered through.
Laying in between his legs and on his chest, his palm settled over your head. “Rest now, my love. You can rest now. You’re safe.”
Only when he was certain you’d drifted off did he add, “I love you.”
Waking in the morning, you found your position barely changed. Loki’s arms were still around you, only you lay facing each other. Beneath the new addition of a green blanket, no doubt conjured up by the Trickster God himself, your legs tangled and wrapped around his own as if he was your own personal anchor to the real world.
When he finally woke, you both just laid there. Neither one of you moved, nor did you say a word.
The longer the heavy silence carried out, however, you came to a conclusion.
“I think I’m falling in love with you,” you admitted, a little confused by yourself.
“Is that your conclusion to your problem?” A small smile toyed on Loki’s lips as he spoke.
“I think so. I just…I don’t know for certain.”
“What’s holding you back?”
“Our beginning. I mean, we hated each other, didn’t we?”
A breathy, quiet laugh left Loki. “I never hated you. I never could. And, for whatever you may be thinking, I don’t think you hated me either.”
“How could you know that?”
“Because you’re not capable of it.” Loki’s gaze softened as he looked at you. “You used to laugh over having a ‘cold, dead heart’, but you never saw how bright it shined. You care deeply, especially about the people you love. You also have an understanding of people. I’ve seen that with my own eyes. But it’s not in you to carry hatred in your heart.”
Taking in your expression, Loki continued.
“I see you, Y/n. Even when you think no-one’s looking.”
He didn’t know it (or maybe he did), but he just hit you like a freight train. And the hits just kept on coming.
His smile was soft. Genuine. “I’ve waited a thousand years to even have the chance to meet someone like you, Y/n. You can take your time to figure us out. I’ll wait forever for you, if you’ll let me.”
I love you enough to leave, if that’s what you want me to do. But please don’t.
Unsure of what to say, you did the only thing you could think of. You reached out for him. Though you didn’t have to reach far.
Still tangled with him, you softly laid your palm on his cheek and watched as his eyes fluttered closed for a moment and he leaned into your touch.
Almost as if it was second nature to him, Loki laid his own hand over yours as he turned his head. He pressed a long kiss to your palm before opening his eyes once again.
He was slow to hold you and remove it from his face, though at no point did he drop it. Instead, he held it in both of his hands before his fingers traced each line of your hand as if imagining the parts of your life he hadn’t seen.
All the parts of your life that led you to him. To your (fateful) first meeting. To your stay on Asgard. To this very moment, lay in his arms, finally knowing some of what he’d been carrying for you for almost four years.
Flushing his own palm against yours, you allowed your fingers to interconnect with his own.
Neither of you spoke. You didn’t have to. Enough was being said in the shared silence.
It took two more weeks and a visit from Frigga for you to understand just how deeply the feelings you’d discovered you had for Loki ran.
And, although you may never be able to fully comprehend how your life was destined to meet a God and have him be your First Person; especially when he was the last person you would have ever suspected it to be.
You knew one thing for absolutely certain, and that was that you loved him. And he loved you. Most likely, as Frigga said, more deeply than either of you knew.
For Loki, you had been written in the stars for him. As for you?
For you, Loki had roots buried deep within your Life Line.
And though he might have been the last person you thought he would be to you, he was never anyone other than the first person you leaned against, talked to, shared time with and loved wholeheartedly.
AN: 🩵💗💛 - imagine loki's looks are like 'the dark world' era!! eeeeeek i loved writing this so so much!! enjoy!!
“I still don’t understand how you convinced Odin to release you.” You called over your shoulder. “Your attack on Earth was but a month ago.”
“I assume my mother had something to do with it. Odin himself seemed rather set on allowing me to rot.”
“I’m sure he loves you…” You muttered under your breath so his ravens would not catch you. “In his own demented way.”
Loki laughed, really laughed for the first time since his return. “He has allowed me to be released under the condition that I could not leave the castle grounds.”
“Oh?” You raised an eyebrow, gesturing to the woods around you. “And just what would you call this?”
“The Royal Wood, which is an extension of the grounds,” Loki smirked. “I would never break my vow to my father.”
You scoffed, your hands resting on your hips. “Do not lie to me, Loki Odinson. If you recall, we have a vow of our own.”
“How could I forget?” You were children when you made him swear to never trick you. He had held strong, for the most part. “You are possibly the only person I would never lie to. Well…” He leaned against a tree, leaning his head back to take in the summer sun. “You and my mother.”
“If you say so.” You hated when he did this, when he made you feel special. It was horrible, the worst trick of all, mainly because he had no idea what he was doing to you. “I have to bring your mother these ingredients.”
“Allow me to accompany you.”
Your cheeks felt hot, and you shook your head, flustered yet again by his chivalrous behavior. “That’s not necessary.”
“I insist.” He took the basket out of your arms, beckoning you to follow after him. “My mother would have my head if she saw a lady carrying such a load, let alone her favorite lady.”
“Loki.” You scolded, reaching out to take the basket back. “I am not a lady.”
“This again.” He sighed. “You are quite stubborn.”
“You’re one to talk.” You laughed, cowering under the judgmental looks of the nobility you passed.
“Must you deny me this one kind act?”
“It is not proper-”
“You must be the only servant who complains when someone helps you.”
“I take pride in my work, Loki.”
“An admirable quality.” The guards in front of his mother’s suite bowed their heads, opening the doors. “Still, you are stubborn.”
“Loki-” You scowled, curtsying before the queen. “Your Majesty, the ingredients you requested.”
“Thank you, my dear.”
Frigga was the very picture of elegance. Not only was she elegant, but she was also kind to everyone regardless of rank. You had no issue carrying out trivial tasks for the queen, because the queen never treated you as lesser than; she treated you as she would treat her own sons. “Did you have any trouble?”
“Not at all, my lady.”
“Mother.” Loki approached the golden-haired woman, kissing her cheek. “Tell your lady she must not bow when she greets you.”
“Loki!” You gasped, turning to Frigga like you had been the one to say it. “My lady, I would never-”
“Must you tease the girl so?” Frigga chastised her son.
“I am so sorry, my lady.”
“Do not apologize, my son is a prankster, as we all know.” She smiled warmly, tucking a strand of hair behind Loki’s ear. “Among many other admirable qualities.”
Loki grew shy under his mother’s affection, brushing off her compliments. “We must be going.”
“Oh?” You raised an eyebrow.
“You wished to visit the library, yes?”
“I never-” You tilted your head. “Have you developed mind-reading powers as well?”
He shrugged, kissing his mother’s cheek once more before extending his hand. “Shall we?”
You smacked his hand away, walking out of the queen’s room with Loki trailing behind you. “If you can read minds now, please refrain from reading mine.” He laughed, and you smacked his arm. “I mean it, Loki.”
“I cannot read minds. Remember that we have been friends for quite some time now. I know you perhaps better than I know myself.”
“Well, no wonder. You are such a mystery.” You teased. “The rakish, brooding prince. I am surprised some lady has not taken you into her clutches.”
“You think me rakish?” He raised an eyebrow, holding the library door open.
“One observes things.” You shrugged, gliding over to the fiction section, grabbing the first book that caught your eye. “It is not a bad trait, I assure you.”
“If you say so.” He looked rather disappointed, plopping into his favorite leather chair.
“You are also kind, considerate, even. Loyal to a fault.” Your hand found his, squeezing it. “You are many things, but most of all, you are a wonderful friend.”
“Friend.” He huffed, face scrunched like the word left a bad taste in his mouth.
“Are we not friends?” You sat back, hand pulling away from his. Oh, how you wished you could stay like that forever, his forever-cold hand intertwined with yours.
“Yes, we are.” He almost sounded disappointed. You decided not to dwell on it, immersing yourself in the novel. Loki simply stared, admiring your beauty, the way your eyes scanned the page, the way you smiled to yourself, the way your eyebrows furrowed.
“You wear your heart on your sleeve.” He murmured.
Your eyes did not leave the page. “Oh?”
“It is quite-” He stopped himself. “It is quite humorous.”
“If it is so amusing, then by all means, keep staring.” You teased. You were used to this, the staring, the intense gaze Loki held. He loved to watch people, to observe those around him. At first, you had found it quite overwhelming, especially when you looked up to find him already staring at you. His eyes were beautiful, dangerous as they pulled you in. You shook your head, fighting against your imagination.
“My prince.” You looked up, fighting the urge to groan as the nuisance that was the Lady Ness approached. “I thought I would find you here.”
Loki looked entirely unenthused, but still entertained the woman. “Hello, my lady.”
The Lady Ness was the eldest daughter of one of Odin’s closest advisors. She was what Asgardians considered to be the perfect beauty, with blonde hair bordering on white, and beautiful pale blue eyes. She was tall, the very picture of royalty.
Which is what she desperately wanted to be. She had followed the two princes around since you were children, treating them as if they were idols, gods even.
They were, but still. It became tiresome.
She had her sights set on Thor for eons, but after she learned of his undying love for the Lady Jane, she gave up, switching her sights to Loki.
There was nothing the younger prince hated more than being the second choice.
There was nothing you hated more than the Lady Ness suddenly finding interest in a man you’d loved since age five. You did not attempt to acknowledge the woman, simply looking back down at your book. It was hard to focus, though, with her constant chattering.
“Will I see you at the Summer Solstice Ball, my prince?”
Loki’s gaze fell back to you before responding. “You will indeed.”
“How wonderful. I do love dancing.” You fought the urge to roll your eyes. “Do you enjoy dancing, my prince?”
“With the right lady.” He nodded. “I do.”
“Shall I reserve a place for you on my card?” Your hold on the book tightened. “It would be an immense honor.” A scoff fell from your lips, and your eyes widened. You had meant for that to be in your head.
Loki smiled. “I’m afraid I-”
“Is something the matter?” The Lady Ness interrupted, staring at you. “Have I done something to amuse you?”
You looked up, shaking your head. “No, my lady.”
“Now you remember your manners.” The Lady Ness raised an eyebrow. You simply stared back, your face blank. “When I entered the room, you did not curtsy. Are you manners selective?”
You shut your book, standing up. “You seem rather concerned with my manners. How observant you must be.” The lady proudly nodded. “Allow me to explain, I bow to royalty.” You gestured to Loki before gesturing to her. “Not some common lady with an aptitude for mistreating servants.”
“Why I-” She gasped, stumbling over her words. You made a point to be over the top in your curtsy to the prince, before promptly walking out of the room.
You angrily picked bunches of moss from the forest floor, ripping it from the ground as if it had wronged you.
The Lady Ness annoyed you to no end, with her flirting and her flowy gowns and her touching Loki's arm. It was as if she did it on purpose, as if she amplified her flirting when you were there, like she was trying to tell you he was hers, that you could never have him.
You already knew that, no thanks to her. It was something that kept you up into the late hours of the night, the ‘what-ifs’ haunting you even in sleep.
If you were of some higher standing, you would have smacked her long ago. Unfortunately, you could only verbally attack her.
“Are you quite well?” Loki’s voice broke you from your thoughts. “You did not stop when I called after you yesterday.”
“I cannot stand her.” You complained. “She-she is without a doubt-”
He looked rather amused at your ranting, hands clasped behind his back, his ever-familiar smirk gracing his lips. “I am sorry.”
“Why should you be sorry?” You laughed bitterly. “I’m sure she will mellow with age.”
“Mellow with age?” He raised an eyebrow.
You nodded, going back to your gathering. “Odin must be rather pleased with this match.”
“Match?” It seemed as if Loki was stuck on repeat, parroting you with confusion etched in his tone.
“Between you and Lady Ness.” You grumbled, brushing the dirt off your skirt as you stood. “I’m certain he has arranged for her to be your lady wife.”
“I’m sorry?”
You walked further into the wood, Loki following after you. “She will be a great wife, I’m sure. She seems intelligent enough and could bring you company. Your children-” Your voice broke, and you felt your cheeks grow hot. “They will be menaces, but what child isn’t? I’m sure they will grow out of it, as she will grow out of her rather annoying attributes.” You pulled out your knife, cutting off a section of tree bark, your mind clouded with rage. “She will bring you happiness. I’m excited for you, truly-” You hissed, the knife falling out of your hand as you stared at the stream of blood that ran down your palm. “Ow.”
Loki raced over, taking your hand in his as he observed the wound. “You were being careless.”
“I was not.” Your eyes welled, the pain finally taking hold. “It is just a cut.”
“You are practically crying.” He frowned. “You must be careful.”
“I-” He waved his hand over your injury, the pain subsiding, the cut healing itself. You watched in fascination, the wound glowing green for a mere moment before dissapearing entirely. “How did you-”
“Growing up with Thor meant I had to be prepared for anything.” He smiled, his fingers gently tracing over the once bloody finger. “Does it hurt?”
You shook your head, voice quiet. “It’s like it never even existed.”
“Good.” He looked up, his breath shaky when he met your gaze. “You frightened me.”
“You worry too much.” You hadn’t meant to, truly, but your eyes fell to his lips, heart racing. “I’m sorry.”
His hand found its way to your waist, pulling you close. You gasped, glaring as a smirk grew on the prince’s lips. “Whatever for, my lady?”
“I didn’t mean to-” You swallowed. “I did not mean to insult the Lady-”
“Please, do not speak her name any longer.” He groaned. “She is as tiresome as she is wealthy.”
“She is to be your lady wife, is she not?” You murmured, his hand that had once cradled your injured hand now holding your cheek. “She is quite the match.”
He laughed. “I’m sure she will make some unlucky man rather miserable.”
“Loki-”
“If I have any say-” He whispered, his eyes dropping to your lips momentarily. “I will marry for love, not because my father made some strategic alliance. She is not for me, I assure you.”
“You-” Loki now had your back against the tree, practically pinning you in position. His forehead lay against yours, your breath entwined with his. “You have some other lucky lady in mind?”
He nodded. “I do.”
“Oh?” The reality of the situation hit you like Mjolnir hit its enemies. Hard and true, you accepted that you might just kiss the man you’d loved since before you could remember. “Do I know her?”
He nodded once more, his lips so close they brushed against yours as he spoke. “I believe so-”
“Brother!” Your eyes widened, and you pushed Loki away, cheeks hot as you forced yourself to look as inconspicuous as possible. Thor’s voice rang through the wood. “Brother, where are you?”
“I-” Loki stuttered, hand reaching out to hold you once more. “Just wait one moment-”
“Ah!” Thor’s golden hair came into view, the god haphazardly destroying the forest floor. “My lady, it is wonderful to see you!”
You curtsied, your heart and mind still racing from the moment before. “My prince. I was just leaving.” You couldn’t meet Loki’s eyes, simply nodding. “Loki.”
You raced toward the castle, forgetting your basket full of ingredients.
Loki would bring them to his mother later.
“Have I interrupted something?” Thor’s voice held a certain sort of mischeif that made Loki feel uneasy. “It seems as if I caught the pair of you in a rather intimate moment.”
“I-” Loki could not find the words, something that pleased Thor greatly.
“The great trickster is speechless?” He grinned, patting his little brother on the back. “Oh, Loki, why did you not say something?”
“Like you said. You interrupted.” He was practically glowering, glaring at his brother like it was his life’s purpose. “I-I had almost-”
“Do you want my advice, brother?” Loki continued to glare at him, fighting the urge to stab the golden-haired imbecile in the gut. “You must do something. Be brave, show her you care.”
“I was doing that!” Loki yelled. “You have the worst timing in the world-”
“Calm down, brother.” Thor laughed. “When I first met the Lady Jane-” Oh gods, Loki thought as he rolled his eyes. Once Thor began to talk about Jane, he tended to never stop. “She was rather intimidating, smart, and beautiful. But after I showed her my interest, my-”
Loki walked away, fists clenched tightly as Thor continued, following after him.
You hadn’t seen Loki in days.
You had gone to Frigga’s chambers after the incident, to apologize for leaving the ingredients behind, when you saw Loki just outside her door, the basket in hand.
After that, you’d gone out of your way to avoid him.
It was childish, you knew that, but you couldn’t look at him without transforming into a blabbering mess. You purposely did your chores outside of the castle grounds so he could not follow you or surprise you.
Your room was deep in the ground, chilly from its lack of sunlight and candles. You hadn’t minded before, but now that you were in your self-prescribed isolation, you couldn’t help but wish you had a prettier view.
Just when you thought you’d forgotten, that you’d gotten over your momentary lapse in judgment, it all came rushing back. His hand cradling your cheeks, his lips brushing against yours, his fingertips digging into your hip. A chill ran down your spine, and you shook your head as if that would rid you of the scandalous thoughts.
He was simply being kind, caring for you as you had cared for him.
A handmaiden walked into your room unannounced, gently placing a large box on your simple vanity. You jumped when you saw her. “I did not see you.”
The handmaiden, one of Frigga’s, no doubt, smiled kindly. “I gathered. I was tasked with ensuring you received this package, and was told you must wear it to the Summer Solstice Ball.”
“Wear it?” You tilted your head, rising from your bed to inspect the gift. “Is it a gown?”
“It is indeed, my lady.”
So this had been Loki’s doing.
“You must not call me that.” You smiled. “I am no lady.”
The handmaiden shrugged, glancing over your shoulder curiously as you pulled apart the forest green ribbon that held together the wrappings. “It seems to me that you shall be soon.”
“What-” You choked, shaking your head vehemently. “I- that is-”
“I will take my leave.” She bowed quickly, shutting the door behind her. You cursed the god of Mischief, vowing that when you were done ignoring him, you would scold him for his antics. The wrappings fell away, your eyes welling as you stared at the gown.
After all these years, all this time, he never forgot a single thing you told him, and this gown was proof. It was exactly what you’d described to him two thousand years ago.
You’d been young then, much more naive than now. You and Loki were lounging in the gardens, watching the nobility walk by in their dreamy attire. You sighed, staring down at your robes in embarrassment. “Could you conjure me something?”
“I can try.” Loki nodded, placing his book down beside him. “What is it you wish for?”
“A nicer dress.” You were jealous of their beauty, your simple frock nothing compared to their silky pastel gowns.
“I-” He frowned. “I am sorry. My powers are not-”
You shook your head. “Forget I said anything.”
He nodded, watching you with interest. “What would it look like, your dream gown?”
It would look like this. The gown that he’d sent you, which now hung delicately in your closet, two thousand years later.
You could hear the roar of the partygoers from the end of the hall, your nerves growing more and more the closer you got. You thanked the gods that this was not the kind of ball where attendees were announced, as you would surely faint from the judgmental eyes that fell on you.
The ballroom glowed bright golden, the light the candles provided reflecting off the pure gold walls. Your jaw hung loose, taking in the decorations, the people, the fashion. Your eyes fell to the bottom of the stairs, cheeks growing hot when you met Loki’s gaze.
He was standing by the Lady Ness, who looked livid that you had torn his attention from her.
You couldn’t find it in you to care, not when he was looking at you like that. His smile was bright, and he looked devilishly handsome in his forest green attire, walking up the steps.
You took a deep breath, meeting him in the middle. “My prince.”
“You’ve been avoiding me.” He spoke plainly, as if it were fact. Technically, it was.
“I-”
“Do not try and deny it.” He offered his arm. “Shall we?”
You gladly complied with his request, cheeks growing hot, from the attention or Loki’s gaze, you couldn’t tell. Perhaps it was both. “You remembered.” You looked over, finding satisfaction in the way your words had caused Loki to turn red. “I can’t believe you remembered.”
He shrugged like what he’d done wasn’t the most romantic thing you’d ever experienced. “Only the best for-”
“My prince.” You clenched your fist when Lady Ness’s grating voice met your ears, turning toward the enemy. “I lost you for a moment.”
Loki laughed. “Yes, you did.” His hand tightened, pulling you closer to his side as if to signal he was occupied. You had felt it was rather obvious, but Lady Ness had a history of feigning ignorance to blatantly obvious rejections.
“Shall we dance?” Lady Ness’s steely blue eyes darted toward you, as if she were trying to scare you off. You were not deterred by her weak attempt at intimidation, your hand still comfortably held in Loki’s. “You did promise me.”
He tilted his head. “Did I?”
You laughed, your hand falling to your side. “It is but one dance.” The Lady Ness let out a gasp that neither of you acknowledged. “I’m quite parched anyhow.”
He nodded. “As you wish.”
The Lady Ness looked entirely displeased at his actions, especially over the phrase ‘as you wish,’ which had been directed toward you, and not her request. You made your way to the drinks, taking a flute of champagne as you found your place in the corner of the room. Leaning against the column, you glared as Lady Ness cackled, downing the flute in one go.
Loki had not planned for this to happen.
He had planned for you to receive the dress, to escort you down the steps. He had also planned to confess his undying love for you, but Lady Ness once again interrupted.
She had the most inconvenient timing.
He led her to the middle of the dance floor, putting as much distance as possible. The Lady Ness kept laughing, which he found odd, as he had not said a single thing since the dance had begun. He kept looking around the edge of the room, searching for your familiar frame.
Ah.
You looked radiant. Positively glowing. He’d always loved you in that color. If he was being honest with himself, he loved you in every color. He frowned, watching as you chewed your nails, something you had the habit of doing when you were anxious.
“My prince?” The Lady Ness called out as he walked away from her in the middle of the dance floor, stalking toward you, the crowd parting as he walked.
“Dance with me.”
You jumped, clutching your heart. “Gods, Loki, you scared me.” You guiltily looked at your fingers before meeting his gaze. “I-”
He waved his hand, all the rips you’d made in your delicate skin gone in an instant. “Dance with me.”
“Loki.” You looked over his shoulder, eyes widening at the sobbing lady he’d left in the middle of the floor. “Have you gone mad?”
“Possibly.”
“You cannot just leave her in the middle of the floor.” You leaned closer, whispering so the many eavesdropping ears around you could not hear. “Even if she is quite annoying.”
“I am the prince. I can do as I wish.”
You rolled your eyes at his comment. “You-” It seemed he took your lack of rejection as a yes, holding your hand firmly in his as he pulled you to the middle of the dance floor, the light waltz playing in the background. “You are the most indignant, prideful, scheming man I have ever known.”
He smiled, a squeak leaving your lips when he pulled you much closer than a waltz called for. “Tell me what else I am.”
“You-” You gulped, growing nervous under his ever attentive eye. “You are-”
“It seems you are at a loss for words.” He whispered in your ear, a chill running down your spine from the proximity of it all. “Is that a recent development, my lady?”
“You are arrogant.” You hissed.
He grinned. “I am.”
“You are marvelous.”
“I am.” His reaction was delayed, caught off guard by your sudden compliment.
“It seems you are at a loss for words.” You parroted his words from just a moment ago. “Is that a recent development, my prince?”
“You are a wonder.” He held your gaze so beautifully that any innocent bystander would assume you were both deeply in love. “You look divine, a goddess in your own right.”
“Loki.” You felt as if you could melt, the music slowing to a stop before you could respond. The crowd around you clapped wildly, obviously invested in the show you two had put on.
Loki bowed, his brother catching his gaze. Thor was practically jumping, mouthing the words he had said days before.
Be brave.
It was so unfortunate when his brother was right. You stood upright, following Loki’s gaze to see Thor grinning like a buffoon. “What is he-”
Loki’s hands grabbed your face, pulling your lips to his. Your eyes widened at the action, weak from his touch. Your hands found their way around his neck, pulling him closer. He grinned, a hand falling to your hips, squeezing.
You gasped, your knees weakening. “Loki-”
“Is all that you can say my name?” He whispered, his forehead once again lying against yours.
“You are a-” He leaned down, kissing your lips once more.
“I love you…” His breath was heavy, pupils blown as he stared at you. “Most ardently.”
A tear fell down your cheek, and you grinned. “Most ardently?”
He nodded, voice wavering. “I assume you love me as well?”
“I do.” You kissed the corner of his mouth softly, so softly he had barely felt it. “With my whole being."
