(Room)Mates [Loki x Reader]

Chapter 8

It's a book you wrote shortly after you left middle school.

"I try to cry but there's just nothing coming out of my eyes, I kind of miss it." ,Loki reads out loudly.

Embarrassed you look at the man staring at you. "Didn't we say no going trough stuff?",you mention, tears slowly building in your eyes.

"I'm sorry, I-I couldn'tresist. All of this is so emotional. Did you write this?"

Turning your gaze away you make your way to bed.

"It was a hard time for me then. It was kind of my gateway of getting things off my heart.",you say to Loki giving him a sad smile.

Loki nods, closes the bookand hands it over to you.

Taking it, you lay it besides you on your bedside table.

"Let's sleep my darling."

"What's with the darling by the way?", you ask.

He's been calling you darling or dear for some time now but really never explained it. It wasn't really bothering you but it wasn't normal to just naturally call someone like this? Was it?

"Just a way of referring to you, do you not like it?", Loki then answers and you shake your head.

"It's not that", you say, "I was just wondering, I like it."

A smile formed on your face again. He did know how to keep you happy at least.

Turning off the light besides your bed, you turn around, trying to fall asleep again.

But it did feel weird,laying here with basically a stranger in bed. Somehow though, Loki was already deeply inflicted into your heart. Even though, now knowing him for two days, it felt as if you two knew each other since the beginning of time.

Lokis rhytmic breathing and calming presence made you calm down once again. It's like he was not only giving peace to himself but always though about your feelings and stress level as well.

Drifting off into your sleep you feel grateful for the encounter with the young man right next to you.

When waking up from your slumber you see Loki had already left the bed, looking at your charging phone you see it is 9 am, you've slept for a solid 8 hours.

The sun is shining through the window behind you, lighting the room up in a warm, stunning orange. Taking in the relaxed energy from the room, you strech and sit up in your bed. 

You look around the room. This really seemed like a good life. Having a new mate, friend or whatever that made you feel home and safe. In your own home.

Looking at your phone you saw your best friends text, that she send you last night. In your chat was a photo. You must have taken it yesterday evening while heading home.