Loki Laufeyson Imagines

the field trip part 2 (revised)

Hey lovelies!!
Here is part two of "The Field Trip"

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I love you all!!

this has been revised and edited and all that jazz

so apparently as well eskala means NOTHING IN NORSE?!?! like i simply can't find it so like... guess i'm just dumb

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~Loki's POV~
This red-headed priss was highly annoying. I do not know where she got the idea that I would ever date her. Dating a wart hog would be a step up.

She was nothing like my Kjaereste. She did not have the simple beauty Y/N did. Y/N could take my breath away if she just wore sweatpants and... those... t-shirts? Her beauty was beyond comparison inside and out.

I zoned out from the mortal's pathetic rambling, watching Y/N. She picked at her nails, and pulled her sleeves over her wrists, just looking altogether beautiful. How her y/c hair shone in the lights, her lips full and pink, her stunning eyes mesmerizing.

From the second I laid my eyes on Y/N in New York, I knew my life would never be the same. I knew that she would be the one--the one--person to have power over me. I would do whatever she wanted. If she asked me to burn the world down for her I would. If she asked me to jump, I'd simply ask how high. If she asked me for her weird food cravings when she was on that period thingy, I would simply make them.

During the few weeks I spent in Asgard, the only thing I thought about was her, and that I would do whatever it took to have her. Even if it meant moving to this awful planet, and being locked in a cell for a few months. Every moment I spent with her I cherished like it was our last.  Every time the cell door opened I hoped it would be her.

Her eyes darted up to look at me. I look away, trying to not blush, and can hear hear chuckle.

I loved my princess more than anything. 

~Your POV~

"Okay, guys!! It is off to your rooms to get ready for the... MOVING PICTURES NIGHT!!!" Thor announces.  Everyone blinks a few times in confusion.

"Movie, it is a movie guys," Loki interjects.  Everyone gets excited as Thor leads us down the hallways to our rooms.

A hand grips your wrist and pulls you behind a wall.  Nails dig hard into your arm.

"Leave... Loki... alone!" Missy seethes, her nails gripping you tighter, that you can see blood being drawn.

"Missy!! Missy what the hell?!" you cry, trying to get out of her grip.

"He's mine, you homewrecker!! So you better stay away! This is a warning!" she seethes. She takes your other arms and grip sit tightly. You grind your teeth together in pain.  Missy throws your arms away, smiles, and walks to her room.  You let out a deep breath, looking down at your arm.

You had no idea what to do, no idea what just happened.  You take deep breaths, the pain shooting up your arm, as you hold your hand to the little cut, and slowly walk back to the sparring room.

The door's already open, and Loki's cleaning up. When he looks up and sees you, he begins to smile, but his face drops.

"Y/N?" he exclaims. He rushes over to you in a jog, removing your hand from your wound.