Prince of Asgard (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 9 - Y/n

My breath shudders as he pulls away slowly, looking intently at my lips, a playful smirk etched on his face. His eyes flicked back and forth from my lips to my eyes.

When was the last time I allowed a man to be this close to me? Heck, when was the last time I let anyone this close to me? Forever, probably.

I feel Loki's weight shift between my legs, the inner of my thighs were burning by the sheer weight of a man being there like that. Wow, how had it never occurred to me, all those times fantasizing about men, that my legs would actually be supporting their weight. It just didn't.

Here I was, pinned under the man I hated the most, wanting to push him away and scream at him yet I did nothing, because I needed this feeling. This feeling of the touch of a man, the breath of a man on my neck, the lips of a man on mine. But does Loki deserve this? Does he deserve me?

Loki moves yet again and this time it is to drop his knife and place the hand on my neck. He cradles my jaw, a thumb lingering on my ear. His touch is so soft that I almost moaned. His fingers tickled the skin they touched and burned the skin they didn't touch. I closed my eyes, absorbing every last of his touch, I was irrational now. I hated this man yet I craved this foreign feeling.

"Open your eyes darling, I want you to look at me." Loki said in a soft whisper.

I opened my eyes and in that moment I realized how much I have learned to not trust people. People and Gods. A sharp exhale of breath, I can't steady myself. Looking into his eyes, a weird sensation forms in my stomach, a knot. I cannot look at him any longer, my vision is clouded by tears. I am sobbing. I cannot let him, or anyone else, near me. I don't deserve love. I don't deserve attention. I don't deserve him. He doesn't deserve this marred piece of soul. It's my preservation. I simply cannot allow this. I am too weak, too fragile.

Through my tears, I watch Loki's face contort into confusion, he is not able to comprehend the reason of my sudden outburst. I bring my palms to my face, covering my face, heaving heavily into them.

"Just...leave me." I croak through my sobs.

The engaged muscles of my thighs felt relief, I close my legs, and an awkward silence is maintained over the sounds of my cries.

All my life I've been alone, it's cliché for a woman in my position, yet it is true. I went through college and two jobs boyfriend-free.

Every night my heart aches to be known; every morning my arms ache to be filled; every happiness aches to be heard; every minute my lips ache to be kissed; every weak moment my ears ache to hear a soothing 'It's going to be okay'. Oh my poor, empty life. Why am I cursed to forever yearn to be known, to be touched, to be loved?

After what felt like an hour, I wiped away my tears which had long gone dry. My nose was running and I wiped it on my sleeves. I needed some tissues or perhaps a hand towel. I sat up slowly, taking in whatever has changed in the room. Nothing. I see Loki sitting with his back against a wall, a knee bent, one elbow on his knee, both his hands clasped together and his lips are drawn together in a tight line.

I clear my sinuses, calling on his attention. He gives me a slow, sympathetic smile, his eyebrows asking kindly if I'm okay. Strange, he is sometimes so kind that I can't stop thinking about him and sometimes so cruel that I can't stop thinking about him.

I reply with a small nod and a small smile.

Standing up, I start looking around for something to blow my nose in. After about 15 seconds, a hand towel peeks into my view, accompanied by a hand.

"When was the last time someone else took care of you?" A silky voice blankets over me as I blow my nose. I'm conscious about Loki's presence, so I do it as softly as possible.

"Uhh I guess never?" I reply.

Loki nods like I confirmed his suspicions. I continue to try and clean my face.

"Allow me." He says and places a light finger under my chin. I saw a glow and then all the weariness from the crying went away. My face was fresh, my strength was renewed, my soul was rested.

Loki's hand never left my chin, the two of us were holding each others gazes yet again. Oh why are you so confusing? I ask myself, lost in the comfort of his presence.

A sound greets us, the door has been opened. We look away from each other abruptly and I dash for the door, eager to get out of this cursed place.

I open my eyes and this time I'm in bed, surrounded by blankets and a breathing chest. What?! My eyes widen as I find Loki's solid arms wrapped around my frame, my head cradled in his palms, my palms pressed against his chest. He seems fast asleep to me, breathing slowly. Loose strands of my hair move whenever he exhaled. I notice a constant, weak flow of green energy from him to me.

He is healing me.

Relaxing onto his frame, I press my forehead against his chest, tears threatening my eyes again. I squeak and thick tears fall, hitting the soft pillow under my head.

So this is what warmth feels like. It's such a pure feeling, I am crying but I relax and feel happier, more and more. I don't know what am I do when he wakes up or when he will wake up, but until then, I'll be happy.