Loki's company was simply delightful. He didn't really look like the cold, heartless ... mass murderer everyone may had remembered: he was gentle, polite, jovial and funny. Ridiculously funny.
You spent some times telling your stories. Maybe a couple of hours, maybe it was more: time literally flew that night.
He had been curios about the process to became a doctor on Earth and you explained him the exams and the meaning of graduation. He told you that in Asgard, science and magic where pretty much the same thing, and the closest role of a doctor were the healers.
He told you how it had been his father to send him to join his brother on Earth to amend his actions during the attack at NY, despite he had been mind controlled and all the rest. The team was particularly reluctant to have him around for the first period, especially Clint and Tony, by they ended up living together in a relative pace recently, especially when they all realized his truly willingness to behave and help.
About the NY happenings, you confided how scaring and distressing had been to discovered your powers, especially when you snapped your eyes opened after you conjured your first shield and found the ground cratered and burning around your spot. He listened eagerly and kept to ask questions about that, willing to know some more details about your abilities; he assumed yours could have been some sort of ancient magic, and committed to search for more information in his texts.
At a certain point, he monopolized the speech and told you a lot of funny stories about his and Thor's childhoods. You laughed like never before.
"When I had dragon-flu, around 6 in midgarian age, I used to inadvertently turn his hair's color each time I sneezed. Mother was really annoyed when he stayed pink for an entire week. She had to fix it in the end, when she understood I wasn't making it up on purpose" He was grinning brightly and you were literally crying with laughter.
"Who taught you magic?" You asked, when you pull yourself together again. "Mother" he replied with the most sweetest tone. "What was she like?" "She was, um...A Queen of Asgard. She was good."
"Queen...this means you are...?" You asked interested, willing to know more about him. He gave a hint of a bow in a very elegant, regal way "Rightful Prince of Asgard and Master of Magic" he lifted his chin with pride and stressed his titles with a low, deep voice which made your knees went weak.
He offered you his hands palm up across the table, bidding you with a mischievous grin. You hesitantly placed yours on his, and he gently flipped your hand so it was palm up as well. His skin was slightly chilly at the contact, his fingers delicate but strong and unexpectedly callouses. You heartbeat went crazy at the contact of your hands.
He lightly squeezed your fingers and small, bright, multicolored miniatures of fireworks appeared and started to playfully burst in your palm, in a very enchanting way.
You were beyond incredulity, staring in awe at the piece of magic that was occurring right in your hand.
He chuckled brightly when you finally looked up at him in disbelief. He smiled and slid his hand off from yours and you gasped, wishing not to made the spell end. He chuckled again "Darling, it's not me, it's you. I just gave it the first spark." You jumped in surprise. "You have magic too. Try: you can turn the colors or make it end on your own" he bid gently, nodding firmly.
You cupped both your hands quickly, fearing to break that fragile and marvelous spell. You didn't believed him immediately, but you had to when you though purple and the fireworks turned suddenly all that color. You gasped again and the spell faded away.
He smiled at you. "When I was young, Mother's do these little bits of magic for me. Like turn a flower into a frog or cast fireworks over the water. It all seemed impossible, at the beginning" he spoke with the sweetest voice.
You looked down at your lap. "Sometimes...I am scared of my abilities. When I am really pissed off about something I feel too much power boiling in me... And I fear I may loose control, and hurt somebody" you told him sheepishly and quite ashamed.
"This is just because you don't know yet how to property handle your magic. I can help you with that, if you are up to it." "Really?" Your eyes rounded with joy and excitement. You knew your abilities were laughable respect to his magic, you saw him in act with the Avengers so many times on TV.
"Of course." He grinned. "So, tomorrow?" He asked you eagerly, almost expectantly. "Tomorrow." He chuckled when he saw your were trying to hide a yawn.
*
When you woke up few hours later, you remembered it was almost dawn when Loki had insisted to walk you to your room and even wished you goodnight on the door step when you stepped in it.
You look around at your room, taking in the new place and the sun light piercing from the curtains. Surely it was late morning and you had overslept.
You sat upright on the bed, and turning to jump out of it, you noticed a small piece of paper floating in midair on the small table aside the bed. It had few words on it, written in shimmering forest-green and elegant graphic:
Meet me downstairs when you are ready.
Training room B.
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Soul Healer (Loki x Reader)
Fanfiction"I'm sorry" you said to him, not taking your eyes away from the screen. "I beg your pardon?" Now it was his turn to be confused. He turned to look at you. "I am sorry that people had to see and kept to remember a twisted version of yourself. For wha...
