Best of Friends

Chapter Eight

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How could I be the Goddess of Love and have never felt something like this before? It doesn't make sense to me. We've been friends since we were children and yet it wasn't until a month or so ago that I felt this feeling towards Loki. I love Thor, obviously, but this is different. This feels like, if I'm too far away from Loki then something bad could happen. When he touches me, it sends an intense shiver through my whole body. I don't want to be apart from him.

I stood up from where I was sat beside Loki, to which he looked at me with a curious expression, tilting his head slightly.

"Would you walk me back to my room?" I asked as I nervously played with my fingers. Noticing this, Loki stood up and took my hand in his, bringing it to his lips and planting a soft kiss upon my hand.

"Of course" he smiled, intertwining his hand with mine.

For the entire walk back to my bedroom, all I could think about was how sweaty my palms were getting.  Between my clammy hands and my fluttering stomach I was not able to concentrate on the fact that Loki had been trying to make conversation with me the whole time.

"Meg?" He nudged me with his shoulder "are you even listening to me?"

I shook myself out of my clammy confusion and back into reality "Sorry, I think I zoned out for a while".

Not entirely a lie. I was just withholding the 'you make me feel a good kind of sick' part. I don't think that was necessary.

"Well, I'll leave you here then shall I?" he smiled as he turned to face the door of my room.

"Yes, thankyou. I will catch up with you soon" I nodded back to him before opening and promptly closing my bedroom door. Once I was inside I laid my back flat against the door and slowly slid to the floor, bringing my knees up to my chest and running my hands through my hair.

Well, well, well Goddess of Love you've mastered the socially awkward, embarrassing stage.

Why is this all of a sudden weird? I've grown up with Loki my whole life, I've had no problem throwing sarcastic comments or heart felt speeches at him before, so what happened? I would be lying to myself if I tried to say that this isn't what I want, because I do. Oh lord I want it more than I can put into words.

I think what I'm feeling is fear.

What if I am to fall hopelessly in love with him, bear my heart and soul, just for him to change his mind and decide I'm not worth his time. Should I remain the annoying little best friend and save myself all of this heartache? I have seen what Loki is like with women, I couldn't count on one hand the encounters I have witnessed over the past couple of years and the mess that he leaves behind.

Oh my goodness. What about Thor? Thor has no idea of our feelings towards one another, he may be angry. Perhaps he comes home stricken with protective rage. Bold of me to assume he'd be so enraged over me I suppose.

Oh Meg, stop fretting about something so inconsiderate. This is what I truly desire and I am not in the business of denying myself the mere pleasure of indulging in this feeling. I just have to admit it to myself, say it out loud so that it's real and not just a figment of my wild imagination.

I walk over to my mirror, adjusting my posture to appear confident and sure of myself. I looked myself in the eyes, smiled and said aloud;

"I have a crush on my best friend"

*Loki's P.O.V*

I think I have made a grave mistake.

She's panicking. I'm going to assume she's finding a way to tell me that we shouldn't have kissed. Maybe we shouldn't have. Should we?

Well why not!?

As I pace around my bedroom I am trying to gather the courage to march back to her room and tell her that it felt right. I want to tell her that I should have done it a long time ago and that I don't regret a single second of it.

But that is something my brother would do, not me. Not so bold as to confront her with my feelings and allow her no time to process the matter. She needs time to think about how she is feeling and I'm perfectly fine with that. I can wait.

Though it may be extremely painful, not knowing what she is thinking, I trust that she will tell me when she feels fit.

It is so unlike me to wait around for a maiden, if this were anyone else I would have broken it off the moment there was a flicker of doubt. I am not one to let someone else take control.

But it's different with her.