Imaginatia: Various x Reader

Glorious Purpose - 𝓛𝓸𝓴𝓲

A/N: Hi, my lovelies! I've been in a Loki mood for the past little bit, so I figured I'd indulge.

"What? Where am I? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?"

Ah, I see our man of the hour has arrived.

"Excuse me?"

Welcome to Imaginatia, Loki! I think you'll like it here. There's a lot of pretty girls who come to visit. Look! There's one now! Let's say hi, shall we?

"Imagi-what-now? Excuse me, Sophia, but I am a GOD and I DEMAND you tell me what I'm doing here."

You're here to be the main character in my fanfiction!

"Fan...fiction?"

Yep! So hold onto your horns and prepare for some major character development.

"Oh no..."

Loki Laufeyson, despite people's best judgement, is actually quite a sensitive man. And nobody knows this better than his personal handmaid, Y/N.

Y/N began working for the prince on his father's orders. Odin had insisted his youngest son find a maid to assist him with his daily life, to which Loki had groaned in protest...always insistent on taking care of himself. He has never seen the use of servants, so popular amongst people of his status. He is perfectly content to take care of himself like a man. At least, he was until Y/N came along.

Now, he isn't sure how he ever lived without her. Not because she does his chores. In fact, Loki forbids Y/N from doing the simple things all people should be able to do. He makes his bed and folds his clothes and sweeps his floors, despite Y/N's protests. No, Loki needs Y/N for a far deeper reason, though he can't figure out just what it is.

Perhaps it's just that her presence in his chambers while he's lounged by the window, reading one of his many books, makes the sun seem that much brighter. Perhaps it's the way it sets fire to her already-glowing skin. Perhaps it's the fact that she's the only person he feels like he can confide in...even call a friend on the days when he wanted to explode in a wailing ball of fire.

It was on one of these days that he finally cracked.

Loki was stretched across the chaise lounge near one of his many chamber windows, a book in his hands. He'd been on the same page...same line...for twelve minutes.

Historically speaking, the relationship between.....

But his mind kept wandering. I'm a horrible person. What have I become?

Historically speaking, the relationship between.....

And wandering. Fate can't possibly be binding.

Historically speaking...

"Loki?" He jumped, looking up to see Y/N staring inquisitively down at him.

"What's the matter?" she chuckled, moving the rug beneath his desk over to the balcony to beat it on the rail.

"Hm? Oh. Nothing," he sighed, running his hands through his raven curls. Y/N noticed the way this freed them from whatever oil Loki insisted on taming them with. They settled gently around his ears. With a flutter in her belly, Y/N wondered what they'd be like to touch. Soft, she imagined.

She nodded in response, not wanting to push the prince past his comfort. He was, she remembered, her superior, despite the many times he had told her otherwise.

"It's just..." Loki started a few seconds into the silence. But it was as if he'd broken off the rest of the sentence and thrown it into the wastebasket she was now emptying.

"It's just..." Y/N prompted, raising an eyebrow. Loki loved that look. It was a challenge, that look. That's what it meant. A smirk ghosted his lips but disappeared as quickly as it had come.

"Why don't you run from me in fear the second I approach you?" The question hung in the air like a noose, and Y/N sensed it wasn't what the prince actually desired to know, but answered anyway.

"Because you don't scare me," she answered simply, shrugging.

"Why?" Loki stood...every centimetre of his lanky body unfolding itself. He began to pace slowly, knotting his perfect white fingers in his hair. Suddenly Y/N realized the situation was far direr than she'd expected. She set down the wastebasket and gave the prince her full attention.

"Well, that's a silly question."

"Is it?" Loki stopped pacing and threw out his arms.

"It is! Why would you even ask me something like that?"

The prince took a deep breath before continuing. His priceless emerald eyes began to fill with tears and Y/N grew genuinely concerned.

"Because I am a horrible person who has done horrible, horrible things," he choked. Ah. So that was it. Loki threw himself horizontally back onto the chaise.

"Loki." Y/N gently padded over to him and sat down on the empty space at the end of the lounge. "You are not a bad person."

"Yes, I am! I hurt people, Y/N. For no good reason except for power. I don't even want power. I don't want to rule the world."

"What do you want, then?" Y/N asked. She debated comforting the prince in some way...patting his leg reassuringly or pulling him into a hug. She decided the thought of touching him that way might make him uncomfortable...the last thing she wanted...so she elected to rest her hand gently on the cool bare skin of his ankle.

"I want..." Loki paused to think. Perhaps nobody had ever asked him the question, or perhaps he'd never thought of the answer. "I want to leave. I want to go live in a simple little town where people don't grovel at my feet wherever I step. I want to spend my days reading every book ever written and painting the countryside and being with someone I..." he stopped, his eyes lingering on Y/N's pretty face for a second whilst she wasn't looking. "Someone I love."

Y/N looked up at him with a faint grin. "Then why do you do it?" Despair clouded Loki's eyes.

"Because I have to. Because fate told me I'm the god of mischief and I have to hurt people and wreak havoc and rule the world. It's my purpose." A single tear escaped his eye and worked its way down the alabaster cheek. Y/N's heart fell. For lack of anything to say, she let the pregnant silence fester.

After a while: "Loki, I'm not afraid of you because you aren't something to be afraid of. You are a good man with a good heart who loves books and stars and the way the sky looks after it rains. You're the man who sneaks out into the village in disguise to give coins to poor children. You're a good person."

Loki looked up at her with amazed eyes, wondering how someone so perfectly lovely in every way could possibly see him in the light she does. "You think so?"

"I know so. And you know something? I don't believe in fate. I don't believe you have to be what someone tells you to be. I believe in making a life for yourself." She gazed at him softly and Loki couldn't help but smile. This beautiful creature who had indeed made a life for herself...defied the laws of society just to make him her friend...believed in him.

"You're always talking about 'Glorious Purpose,' but you're blind to the fact that that's yours," she whispered, giving the cool of his ankle a gentle squeeze. I love you, she thought to herself, if only I could tell you.

"You just did," he whispered sheepishly, a light blush creeping onto his cheeks. Y/N's eyes went wide as saucers. "And I love you too. More than books and stars and the way the sky looks after it rains."

A/N:

"That was beautiful." *sniffles*

Thank you, Loki. See? I told you this isn't half bad.

"You're right! This was fun! Can I come back again soon?"

Of course, you can! See you soon!

"Yes! Very soon! Goodbye, beautiful reader!"