「here comes the sun」
warnings: for ave's bday. lorelei rios x loki mendez. fluff
The warm breeze settles sunlit lullabies amongst the greenery. He sighs, lost in the comfort of cloudless azure and dandelion stars, breathing slowly as he lets himself go towards vast dreamscapes for the second time.
Even with his eyes closed, the warmth peeks in.
"Loki," she says gently, pinching his cheek to wake him from slumber. Smooth fingertips poke a myriad of taps on his cool skin, and he tries to suppress a bubbling grin. He can't help it, for her touch has only ever brought searing comfort.
The corners of his lips rise up, and she lets out a giggle. Hearing her mellow laughter tempts him to flutter his eyelids open so that he can get a glimpse of the ever-glowing beam reaching up to her honeyed orbs.
A calloused palm places itself atop the woman's soft one and pulls her hand towards his lips. "Yes, dear?" he whispers, breath tickling the inside of her wrist.
She then ruffles his wild fringe to fully catch his attention. Her laugh now echoing through the meadows, swallowed by the vastness of summer’s sun smiling down at them.
He perks up from his lying-down position and really looks at her, sleep totally forgotten for the time being. She smiles cheekily at him, her expression hinting at something she’d want to tell him, but she’s stubborn enough to let him go first. After all, Lorelei Rios tends to always start a challenge in regard to him (and most of the time he loses).
He could get used to this.
All those years ago, only finding comfort from the darkness within had been his way to keep the pain in check. Keeping the walls up, fortifying them to be towering enough, would maybe scare away the world from hurting him, which in return would prevent him from inflicting that same harm on others. It was stable, precise even, in the way the rot would start and stop with him. But it was exactly like how glass can cut, cold and brutal, leaving no space for even a breath.
Until her.
Even with stones stacked so high, her ivy had managed to take root and grow, persistently wrapping around each corner and crevice. Leaving behind cracks in what was once a firm barricade to finally let the light shine in. Defenseless he was, but not at all heartless, as he thought he’d be. And she had capitalized on that, such a sly woman who’d crept in so seamlessly; she didn’t pry and would let him open up in his own time.
Well, who wouldn’t come after her? She’s something of the divine, and he, a mere mortal who only ever experienced death, needed to relish that ounce of vitality that she so mercifully bestows. Gone was the cold bite of winter for the other solstice has risen, melting away all the doubt and the nightmares of the past. He knew right then and there, when their eyes first met, she was sunlight personified, not only in its positive facets but also the danger that lies within it. She was intense in a way that once you came close, there was no turning back, and only the brave would dare, just like Icarus had flown too close to his chosen fatality.
And he chooses her.
Again and again.
If she would gladly take him.
For the rest of their days.
He grins down at her, Loki’s never been good at words but he tries. He had promised her, as he gazed at the gold band on his hand, that he would try.
He takes her left hand, circling the identical gold band seated on her fourth finger, and presses two taps. Followed by a tap, a long tap, and two more taps. Lorelei rolls her eyes at his antics but fixes her seating so she can fully face him and mirrors his actions as she holds onto his other arm.
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I love you.
