𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Young and Beautiful | Loki Laufeyson

*This fanfic was inspired by the beautiful song 'Young and Beautiful' by Lana del Rey. Hence it's linked on the top to go along with the story.*

Summary: You are insecure and afraid that Loki will leave you one day, but he's here to assure you that he won't

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Spouse!GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: None, just mentions of insecurity and fluff

a/n: This is the first imagine that I have posted on this book. So I apologized if it's bad. I was 13 when I wrote this. Anyways enjoy reading!

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I couldn't breathe. It felt like I was choking. It had all been because I had been crying. This has been what felt like the hundredth time I cried this week and the following ones before. I have been crying because of fear that Loki will leave or love me no more when I'm no longer young and beautiful.

I am young, but not beautiful. It was hard to see myself that way, even now. The name-calling and teasing about how I looked while growing up just keep coming back to haunt me in my dreams and almost every day. It's a horrid stain that I can't get rid of no matter how hard I try. The anchor and chains of insecurity keep weighing me down and it feels like I'm drowning and nobody is willing to go down there and pull me up to the surface.

Knowing that Loki is a God and that he will live forever and forever is a long time. And knowing that during those years of eternity, I'll start to age and will fade away like a sandcastle when water knocks it down.

I try to get those out of my mind, but it won't leave like an uninvited guest. I had been too deep in my thoughts. When I didn't hear the door open and there was Loki.

"Y/N?"

I flinched and was startled. I quickly wiped my tears, my nose dripping, and cleared my throat. I thought I covered up quickly, but forgot another detail. My puffy red bloodshot eyes. Probably Loki, noticing this and being concerned, slowly approached me and cupped my face with his hands, and looked at my face with his shiny emerald green eyes.

"Are you okay? Have you been crying?"

I gently took his hands off my face and turned around, making my back face him, and looked out my window.

"N-no I haven't." My voice is breaking a little bit. Tears came like a dam releasing, but I tried to hold them back.

"Please tell me what's troubling you my darling. Did someone hurt you?"

"No, it was just me"

"What do you mean?"

"Loki it's fine you have nothing to worry about."

After that, I hoped Loki would leave. I was wrong.

"Take out your hands,"

"What for?" Finally turning around to face him.

"Just trust me."

I did just so because I have always trusted Loki even though he is the God of Mischief and Lies and sometimes can't be trusted by the other Avengers.

"Now, close your eyes and take a deep breath."

I did just so. And soon as I did that, I felt both of his hands in mine and also felt a light wave of force confront me.

"You may open them."

I opened them and realized I was not in my bedroom anymore. It doesn't even look like I'm anywhere in or near New York at all. It feels like something out of an old animated Disney movie.

"Where are we?" Still awed at the wondrous field of green surrounding me.

"This is one of the many gardens in Asgard. During my time as an adolescent, I used to come here all the time whenever I needed to get away or needed space and I would read my books here because of how calm it makes me. And I thought I set the setting to calm you down so you can tell me what's troubling you."

I smiled not realizing that Loki has changed from the heartless boy he used to seem to be while attacking New York, but after getting to know him and talking to him, I learn he's just a terrified little boy inside who needs love because he has never experienced it before. He took out his hand and we slowly started walking along a beautiful archway of tulips and roses on the hedges above me. It felt like our wedding day all over again walking to the aisle. We then stopped our way and sat down on a little bench.

"Now please, tell me what's troubling you," Loki said, not letting go of my hand.

I take a deep breath trying my best to tell what's stressing me. I need to free like a butterfly from a cocoon that has been cramped in a tight space for many nights and is waiting for something better to come and knowing it will.

"The reason I have been crying...i-is because I-I," Looking at Loki in the eye while mine is tearing up.

I fidget with my ring so that I can control myself from pouring out.

"Is it because what? Take your time."

"It's because I'm afraid I'll age." My voice finally breaks and tears fall again.

"Age? Well, every Misgardian ages don't they?"

"Yes, but you don't. You'll get more handsome as your years of eternity goes on. I'll have nothing but my aching soul. And I'm afraid you'll leave for someone younger and prettier than I am, which I'll understand if you do."

I close my eyes and start crying, ashamed to look at Loki in fear in response to what he'll say. He cupped my chin and made me look at him. He then moved his hand up to my cheek.

"You don't think how much it breaks my heart knowing that I won't get to live with you forever? I also worry that during my years of eternity that I'll be alone without you by my side. And Y/N, you may know me as the God of Mischief and Lies, but please know this, from my heart I don't lie when I won't leave you for someone younger or prettier than you. I could never because you're already that."

Loki gently wiped a tear from my eyes.

"Really?" I asked not knowing if he was tricking me or not.

"Darling, you know I will."

I hugged him tightly and let my tears be free. This is what I longed for from all those nights of tossing and turning and my heart feeling like it's falling like a sandcastle. But at least I have the answer to my question. Will he still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?

"I know you will."

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