Loki imagines

Tea and heartbreak- edited

TW: low self esteem and negative thoughts

Loki just came back from a mission and I thought he'd be exhausted, so I made him a cup of tea. He didn't talk much to anyone, but he intrigued me. Over the months I formed a major crush on the god of mischief, even though I was pretty sure he didn't like me.

I made my way to his room and knocked at his door. For a couple of seconds he didn't answer, but then an extremely irritated "What?!" came from the other side.
"Loki it's me."
I opened the door and saw him sitting on his bed, an annoyed look on his face.

"I know that. But what do you filthy mortal want from me? Can't you just leave me alone for once?" My smile dropped and my heart squeezed painfully. He was always rude, or called me "mortal", but at those times he didn't seem to really mean it. Now, on the other hand, he seemed serious.
As pathetic as it was, I could feel tears forming in my eyes, as I quietly said "I made you tea.".

I put it down on the cupboard next to his door, not even looking at his face, hurriedly going to my room.

I managed to shut the door of my room, not bothering to turn on the lights, before breaking down. "Pathetic," I thought, I mean who cries over a person, who clearly hated one? But I couldn't help it.

Curling up in a corner of my room, I continued to cry like a child, wanting the painful squeezing in my chest to stop.

I then heard a soft knock on my door, making me still in my movements, sobs dying down, yet the tears kept coming.
I somehow managed to choke out a silent "yes?"

The door opened slowly and a tall, lean figure entered my room. I immediately recognised him. Loki. "What do you want?" to my surprise, my voice was somewhat steady.

I could hear the god inhale deeply, before he started to speak. "I'm sorry... I shouldn-"

Loki's sentence was interrupted, by a single sob of mine, that managed to get past my lips.
"Are you- Please stop crying."
Loki stepped closer, his boots made loud sounds on the wooden floor. His steps were slow and careful, as he made sure not to bump into anything in the dark room. The prince kneeled down in front of me,  pulling me into a soft, but tight hug. I started to sob against his chest, uncertain if should hug him back.

I wasn't sure if he meant it and really felt sorry, or if he just felt guilty for making "the mortal" cry. Or what if it was just another trick of his? Making me believe that he felt sorry and then, later, when I fell for it, starting to make fun of me.

But Loki did none of that, he just kept holding me, whispering apologies against my hair.

After a while he pulled back slightly, putting two of his fingers under my chin, making me look at him. Well, as good as you can look at someone in the dark.
"Y/n I am so sorry, I never wanted to make you cry. It was a long day and I was exhausted, but that is no reason to call you such names... And I do not wish for you to leave me alone, because surprisingly, I enjoy your company quite much." He looked and sounded genuinely sorry, so I chose to forgive him.

"Loki, I accept your apology. Don't get me wrong, it was an absolute dick move and I'm a little bit pissed, but I also may have overreacted." I let out a shaky laugh and he also smiled a little bit.

"I don't think you overreacted, my love."

I froze in his arms, registering that he called me "his love". He wasn't serious, was he? Loki also realised his mistake and immediately started to apologise.

After a few moments, filled with apologies from his side, I finally cut off his rambling. "Loki? Did- did you mean that?" He squeezed his eyes shut for a second, inhaling deeply, before opening them once again.

"I- I suppose you deserve to know... I do love you, Y/n... I understand if you do not want to have anything to do with me, after this confession.... And I also understand that you most likely don't feel the same way towards me.." I stopped paying attention to his words, smiling widely. He loved me!

It took me a few moments to realize, that the god was still rambling. It was weird really, normally he was always collected, choosing his words wisely, but now he didn't even think about what he said, before he spoke.

"Loki! Stop. You know, I- I actually thought that you could never love me... That's why your words hurt me so much, because... Because I love you too, Loki."
"Y-You do?"
"Of course, Loki-love."

He smiled, not one of his fake smiles he gives everyone (and even those were rare), thinking nobody noticed. Well, probably nobody did, expect me. But not this time, this was a real, genuine smile, this one reached his eyes.

I only now fully registered in what position we were in. Loki sat on the floor and I on his lap, my arms still wrapped around him.

Apparently he also realized how we were seated, because he bent down a little bit more, his lips almost touching mine. "May I?" With every word his lips softly brushed against mine and I could feel his breath on my face.
"Yes," I whispered.

Loki cupped my face with his large hands as he pulled me closer and connected our lips. I moved my hands from his neck to his long, soft hair, tangling my fingers in his raven locks. His cool lips moved in perfect sync with mine, making me feel more at home than ever before.

We pulled apart, gasping for air, gazing into each other's eyes.
"I love you, Lokes."
"I love you too my darling. You're all I ever wanted and more."

A/N

I hope you liked this one shot, I'm always open for criticism. As I already said English isn't my first language, so feel free to tell me if I made any mistakes.

I don't know when I'll update the next time, since I have to focus on school too...

Second A/N, a few months later.

Thanks to everyone, who read until here, I really appreciate it!

I don't like these first few one shots I wrote that much, the newer ones are much better. This is the edited and better version, because when I first published this, I didn't know how to write more authentic emotions. It's still not my best, but I hope you enjoyed it.