Prince of Asgard (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 31 - Loki

I looked around, trying to lock into any place where I might find Y/n. Could she really be alive? She did take a huge fall from the cliff. And even if she survived that, why would Heimdall allow her into Asgard now when he point-blank refused to do so earlier? I don't believe in hoping yet all of me is begging to hope that she is alive.

I run towards the castle and move along the direction where my sparks go off stronger. I take a right turn and the sparks weaken so I trace back and take a left. I passed countless rooms and corridors all in the hopes of her. I even ended up in Odin's Vault and ignored the Tesseract. After about two hours, my eyes were searching the same rooms.

Exhausted, I sat down in the food hall and stared at the sparks again. Oh Y/n, where are you? I'll search all of Nine Realms for you, bring every soul to their knees just to see you again. Please let me know that you're...alive. I'm just tired of not knowing what'll happen next. I'm a God, these are but fleeting moments. Hours and years pass in a blink for me yet every moment I have to spend with the uncertainty of your life or death, it takes a toll on me.

I get up and grab a bottle of wine as I leave. Taking sips directly from the bottle, I continue my fruitless search. I passed one room and the spark got stronger so I continued in that direction. Calculating from the growing strength of the sparks, she must be at the end of the hall. I ran towards the end of it and...the sparks vanished completely.

Aagh! That's it! I'm done! I throw the bottle in my hand on the floor.

"Y/n you better come out now!" I scream and fall to my knees, "Please...please I'm begging you. A God on his knees and he begs for you, Y/n." My hands on my knees, and my head collapses to my chest, my chest heaving to contain my sobs. "He begs for you Y/n. I beg for you. Please...Y/n please..."

Once certain that no miracle will occur, I sigh and look up and wipe my tears. Maybe I did imagine all of this after all. How could I even think she'd survive the fall? But with resignantion, another part of me still hoped. Alright then Y/n, I'll search for you in the end of time, in the end of life, in the end of me. You can play your game, tease and trick this God, but I shall win. I know I will, because my love for you is greater than any lie, greater than any trick, greater than any God.

Trudging back to my chamber, I pass it and go to hers instead. She never used any strong perfume hence her fragrance didn't linger yet my mind tricked me into imagining it is there. I strolled around her chamber, taking in every corner of it. She had gotten me to bring in quite a collection of books from Midgard. Even I was impressed by Midgardian literature, they have managed to be quite the lovely selection. Of course, my personal favourite are the works of Shakespeare.

A book lying on the bedside table caught my eyes. I smiled as I picked it up, it was a collection of poems that Y/n loved. She always read these before going to bed, even memorized each by heart. I slid inside the bed and opened a random page.

To love when you're hurt
To hurt when you're in love
To be when you don't want to be
To disconnect when you want to connect
Oh life is full of mischief
And lessons so tricky
One needs to master
Before handling this trade

I noticed a little heart and a date near the word mischief. The date when I had called her my darling mischief, the date when we were made to aware of our connection through magic. But then I also noticed that the heart was scratched out and a little, almost unreadable, 'I hate Loki' was scribbled. I sighed in pain. Oh how much did I hurt her to drive her to know hate before love.

I hugged the book and lay on the bed, silent and listless. Her memories flooded me again and so did the tears. I do not find it in myself to be able to stop or control them. My throat ached from trying.

"Oh dear Y/n, how I wish I could love you." I whispered before drifting off to sleep.

Cool winds from the open widows played with my hair, I turned to the side, facing it and still hugging the book. It became dark and stormy, soon rain would follow.

Rain.

She had brought on the most beautiful rains. The crops and flora had flourished like anything with her rain. It had a certain fragrance to it too. But alas now all we'd get is the usual rain. The clouds rumbled and light rain began falling, misting on my face.

I got up slowly and placed the book under the covers. Walking to the balcony, I leaned on the balcony railings, and breathed in the familiar fragrance of Y/n's rain. Oh how I missed it. It brought me memories of her instantly.

Wait, fragrance?

Y/n!

She's here! She's alive!

My hands came alive again and the sparks were intense as ever. I snapped my head up and dashed out of the chamber. I ran to my left, not knowing where I was going but I was so sure that I'll find her. Somehow, somewhere, I'll find her.

My pulse quickened as I began imagining meeting her again. I breathed quicker, my face a grin. I just couldn't let go of that possibility. I took another left down the stairs. What will I say to her? What will she say? Oh too many questions! Nevermind, I'll find her and that shall be more than enough for me. A right turn. I stopped in front of a door.

My hands almost exploded from the surcharge of magic that indicated, without a doubt, Y/n is behind the doors of the chamber. I lifted my hands to knock on the door, ready to call out her name but my hands stopped midway as I recognized the woodwork on the doors. I shuddered and stumbled backwards, disbelief etching itself on my face as I came to realise whom the doors and chamber belonged to.

Thor.