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It had been just over a week since you received a bunch of roses as well as a box of chocolates from a delivery man that had nothing else to say apart from—
When you took the flowers, you searched for some sort of calling card but there was nothing at all. You just assumed it was one of the worshippers thanking you and your dad. Talking of your dad, his friends visited him again which was good to see considering he didn’t usually speak to many people out of work. On the surface, his friends seemed nice but there was something about them that was slightly off. Whenever you eaves dropped into any of their conversations for a few moments, you realised how formally they spoke with one another. You thought that perhaps that’s just how older people spoke with one another. As well as that, they were always dressed so formal. It was strange but who were you to judge, you had no friends.
After spending the day helping a couple plan a wedding, it was finally time for you to go home. Picking up your bag, you thought about the couple. They looked so in love. It made you think about your own love life. There was one time you thought you were in love but you were young and stupid, in hindsight, it was clear he didn’t actually love you. Sighing, you wondered if you actually loved him or whether or not you were just glad to have someone. Anyone. You opened the door to exit until your head collided with someone’s chest.
“Loki” you gasped, looking up at him.
“The flowers, they were from you?” You grinned.
“Come inside.” You insisted, opening the door wide enough for you both to walk back inside. You both entered, sitting on one of the benches. You sat in silence, occasionally glancing at Loki who seemed as if he was looking everywhere but you. You waited for him to unburden himself as he’d say but he didn’t speak. You decided you’d break the silence.
“Why don’t you want me to remember you Loki?” You asked. Turning towards you, he reached a hand up, placing it against your cheek.
“It’s better for our safety if you don’t.” He uttered, caressing your cheek. You closed your eyes at the contact, it was nice being touched so intimately by someone even if it was purely platonic. “There are people out there who let’s just say don’t like me.” He laughed mirthlessly, looking at you as you had your eyes closed. Gorgeous.
“Your hand is so cold.” You murmured, turning your head towards his hand and kissing his palm and just like that, it was his turn to close his eyes. You opened your eyes, realising what you had done but Lokis hand didn’t leave your cheek. That’s when you noticed his eyes were closed. Even with his eyes closed, he was exceedingly attractive.You wondered if he was as touched starved as you.
You thought back to when you first met him, you were scared to say the least yet for some reason now , you weren’t scared at all. Maybe it was the fact that Loki hadn’t tried to kill you yet or the fact that you felt so alone that any company was welcomed. You placed your hand over his and he almost melted into the touch, releasing a breath, still with his eyes closed. With your free hand, you picked up his other one and placed it against your other cheek. He was so cold you thought until you remembered the fact that he was a vampire.
“Loki, are you dead?” You asked solemnly causing his eyes to fly open.
“I’m not dead.” He assured, dropping his hands.
“Okay.” You replied skeptically.
“Why don’t you believe me?” he chuckled.
“Because all vampires are dead, it’s a fact.” You answered.
“Based on what, Netflix?” He quipped.
“You have Netflix?” You gasped.
“Y/n are you alright? You’re asking the strangest of questions today.” He snorted.
“I just wasn’t expecting you to have Netflix.” You laughed. “Does that mean you have a home?”
“If you could call it that.” He scoffed.
“So you do! Wow! Can I see it?” You beamed.
“Um—” Loki began, looking away from you.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to jump down your throat.” You apologised.
“No” he quickly replied, grabbing your hands “you can see it.” He smiled. Standing up, he held your hand as you both made your way towards his house which was surprisingly a short walk away meaning that you probably passed Lokis house all the time and never realised it was him. The sad realisation that you’d forget all about it afterwards weighed heavy in your heart. Once you reached the gate, Loki opened it as you ogled at the size of it. It was huge compared to your tiny apartment. The thought of Loki being all alone in it saddened you. You both walked towards the door. Once he began to open it, you stopped him.
“Wait, you don’t sleep in a coffin do you?”
“Not dead remember.” He smiled before opening the door and revealing his grandiose house. He watched your excited expression as you carefully stepped into it. He wondered why you felt so comfortable to follow him home, why you were so trusting of him, no one else ever was then it dawned on him that he felt the same about you. He felt comfortable around you. He knew the reason he found comfort with you, it was the fact that he was always so alone, he hoped your reasoning wasn’t the same. He stepped inside after you, closing the door behind him. “Would you like a drink?” He offered.
“Yes please. Not blood I hope.” You joked as he went into his surprising fully stocked fridge.
“Not blood no” he laughed “it’s apple juice.” He said, handing you the drink.
“Thank you, care to show me your Netflix?”
Loki lead you to his living room before you both sat on the couch. You looked around, half expecting to see cobwebs and old relics everywhere but his house was very modern. He turned the TV on and offered you the remote. You shook your head, insisting he chose something for you both to watch. Loki put on a random film before you both began to talk over it.
“Do you live here alone Loki? Any family?” You asked.
“I do, and I do have family but they’re not here.” He answered.
“Where are they?” You questioned, internally screaming at your lack of not knowing when to not pry.
“Not here.” He answered dryly. Deciding to change the subject, Loki started to ask you a few phatic questions before a comfortable silence settled between you as you focused on the TV. Every now and again, Loki would look from the TV towards you. It had been a while since he had had someone in his house, your presence was a welcomed one. Every time you smiled at something, he found his heart fluttering at the sight. He almost had to leave the room when you laughed and absentmindedly placed your hand on this thigh.
Realising the time, you decided you should have left ages ago instead of bothering Loki who probably wanted you out of his house by now.
“I better get going.” You announced.
The last thing Loki wanted to do was say goodbye to you but he figured you were probably tired of his company.
“Yes, I’ll drive you home.” He insisted.
“You have a car?” You gasped to which he laughed at.
The both of you drove towards your apartment under your direction. This was one of the best nights you had had with someone in what felt like forever, the knowledge of you forgetting it was nauseatingly tragic. Lokis words from earlier reverberated in your mind. Who could possibly not like him enough to harm him? If they got to know him they’d realise that he was actually nice. Regardless, you didn’t want to put him in harms way so instead of taking a picture of him or anything, you wrote his name in your notes app hoping that one day you’d see it and it’d trigger at least one memory from today. Once you reached your apartment building, Loki walked you to your door.
“Thank you for such a lovely night.” You smiled, quickly hugging him before letting go.
“The pleasure was all mine.” He nodded curtly.
“I’m not going to remember any of it am I? Not until I see you again?”
“No sadly.” He shook his head.
“Well, thanks anyways, it was nice spending the night with someone else.” You spoke, lightning the mood.
“Likewise.” He agreed before leaning in and kissing you on the cheek “goodnight y/n.” He bid before leaving.
On his drive back home, Loki struggled to not simply turn back around and make his way back to you. Despite the short time you had spent together, he found himself yearning to be closer to you. When he reached home, he sighed as he inhaled the scent of you that still lingered in his house. Looking at the TV and seeing the Netflix logo, he smiled remembering you.
