Prince of Asgard (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 13 - Y/n

I chased behind Loki, calling out his name, begging for him to listen to me. Everything was a blur of noise and clatter as my eyes welled up and my gown caught up in the furniture. Screaming as I fell, I brought my palms beneath my chest to break the fall. It wasn't smooth, but Loki was gone by then and he banged the doors close behind him.

All my senses were tuned to panic now. My skin singed, my eyes watered, my nose ran and my mind went awry. I sat on my knees, gathering the fabric of my gown, I could see my hands trembling. A tear drop landed on my hand, then another...another...they never stopped. What have I done? I have broken everything, I have broken Loki's trust, his faith, his friendship. Oh what have I done?

I've lost count the number of times I've had a breakdown since I came to Asgard. Each more heartbreaking than the previous. This one proves to be the most trying. It's weird that we don't have any memories of pain. Sure we do know it hurts, but no memory of the exact degree of the hurt, so that we can compare it with the recent pain. We just remember our reaction, not the actual pain. Maybe that's the way it's the best. Imagine a world where you can feel the exact pain like the memories of it...it'd be horrible.

Oh where do I go now? Whom do I reach out to? It was different back on Earth. I didn't have anyone around me, so I was always prepared to brave through alone, but here...it's different. I am surrounded by people who do care, even if it's little. It's worse like this. Surrounded by people yet still be alone. I could go to Heimdall. Maybe to Thor. But I don't know whether they'll have enough time on themselves to attend to petty matters of a mortal. Maybe I do count as an exception, but I still have no way to confirm.

I stagger to my bed and sink into the lush mattress. Staring at the ceiling, I lift my arms up to reach it. It always feels nice to do this, not sure why. My suspended palms suspend a hologram. Of Loki entering my chamber every night. Of course, this was why I had magic the other day in me to fend off the Sedhs. I let the scene unfold further. Loki sat on the gold and green loveseat by the bed, soft curiosity on his face. He sat there a good while, watching me snore and sleep. God, that's embarrassing. I chuckle through the tears and continue watching.

Loki reaches out to me and brushes his fingers softly across my forehead, sweeping away the loose strands of hair falling on my eyes. The moon lights my face, the breeze cools the room. Loki has the most beautiful smile on his face, like an artist that admires their best work after finishing it. The sleeping me moves away his hand and instead holds it. My eyes widen at such a gesture. Maybe that's why I've been sleeping better. She places the palm of Loki's hand under her chin, cradling and snuggling with it. Loki lets out an exhilarating, truly serene smile. His eyebrows raised from the center of his head, his lips parted. Small wrinkles made their way around his eyes. He looked so beautiful, my heart cried.

What have I destroyed?

I looked at Loki some more. His smile vanished, falling with the gravity. He was nervous now. He held that look for a solid five seconds before easing onto the seat, his eyes closing, holding my hand. What happened? Why was Loki confused and why did he suddenly fall asleep?

All the serenity of his face drained away like the last sips of wine. Loki jolted upright, yanking away his hand. Taking in huge chunks of air, he stared at me with utter horror, gripping the chair with his hands, his knuckles white against the dark fabric. His pale, panicked face in contrast with my rosy and tranquil face as I continued on in my deep slumber. Loki stumbled away from me, trying to get as far as possible.

I was in shock of what transpired. What had he seen? Where did he go in his sleep? Did he perhaps get to know about my secret? No...that's not possible. Yet a tiny part of me contemplated that idea. He shouldn't have known it, if  he did. I sat up straight, determined to find out what Loki saw that night.

"Loki! Open the goddamn door!" I screamed, my fists pounding on the doors to his chambers. "Loki! Loki!" I was so angry, not at him, yet it did feel like he knows something he shouldn't have had.

He knows it's me, I know he's in there, yet he was playing games.

"Open the bloody doors else I'm gonna barge my way in!" I waited two seconds. "Barging in it is." I take a step back, and fist my palms, channeling my powers, a deep green light emerged and I pushed my hands towards the doors in the exact moment Loki opened the doors.

The force of the magic hit him square on the chest, just as he was about to yell. Loki flew away, but was quick to break his fall using his magic. A short burst of green behind his flying back and he staggered on his feet, towards me.

Quick. I think. He'll find a way to send me away. I have to trap him. An idea occurs to me as I summon my magic again, looking into Loki's livid face, I say.

"Oh no. You're not going anywhere." I walk towards Loki and hit his chest with my palms charged with magic.

What I have decided to do is absolutely nuts, but if I hadn't done it, he wouldn't have listened to me. And nor would he have had answered me. The consequences of this decision might be ones that may become too heavy a cross to bear. Loki could pry me inside out. He could destroy me. In this manner of trapping him, I am also giving him the means to hurt me. Yet I had to do what I did.

I had decided to seal him in my mind.