Prince of Asgard (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 33 - Loki

Y/n went silent, too silent. She kept staring at my Jotun form, her eyes still ablaze, but she seemed in a daze, an angry daze, but a daze nonetheless. Seeing that this new form of mine had enchanted her, I crept up slowly to her, her white eyes kept searching mine red for even the slightest sliver of safety and trust. I lift my arms, palms facing up, showing her that I come in peace.

Her eyes lower to my palms and then rise to meet mine. She raises her hands cautiously and let her fingers brush past mine. The slightest of our touch gave me relief I didn't imagine I shall get ever again. Her warm skin, smoky white fingers, and innocent yet furious eyes made me be in love with her all the more. Oh how I yearned for her! 

Her fingers ventured deeper into my palms, and I held them in a slow, sly embrace. Her hands, in and above mine. Her eyes, in and locked with mine. I brush my thumbs across her knuckles, letting my icy touch cool down her anger. Her hands relaxed into mine fully and I stepped in closer to her. We held each other's gaze and let ourselves lose in them. She tilted her head up, and did the last thing I expected her to do.

She hugged me.

Tightly. Never wanting to let go.

After my initial shock dissipated, I eased my arms around her shoulders, wrapping her in my arms. We stayed there for as long as time existed. Last time I had her in my arms, we nearly destroyed a planet and I thought I'd lost her but now, as I smelled the sweet fragrance of her hair, I could not care about anything else that might want to exist.

It's just Y/n and me, in this moment.

She broke the embrace first and looked back at me, her eyes had returned to their original, lovely shade. I smile at her softly, making sure she is feeling better, even if it's a little. She didn't return the smile, or rather couldn't. I didn't want to ruin this moment by mentioning that beef-witted half faced scrub but seeing how he had terrorized my sweetling, I had to curse Shuaya. He was supposed to pay for all that he had done to Y/n but now he's gone, along with Yaana so all I could do was curse him.

She shivered in my arms, pulling my attention towards herself. Slowly, I changed back to my normal form too. She looked at me with tears in her eyes, begging for trust and safety.

"You can sleep peacefully, Y/n. I'll watch you." I smile and tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She nodded slightly and turned to go to bed. As soon as she realised she wasn't in her chambers, she turned back to me and I understood her.

We walked to her chambers together, the trip being silent for most part. I didn't mind it, not one bit. It was a comfortable silence. But what did bother me was the fact that she was jumpy. Even with me by her side, she wasn't relaxed. The air around her was buzzing with nervous energy and her fists smoked white continuously. Of course I do not blame her, neither do I expect all of her fears to evaporate instantly just because I am here but seeing her struggle so much made me sad.

We reach her chambers and I see her recognizing it. She walked slowly, lost in this world which once belonged to her, and yet her walk had a sense of purpose. I walked over quickly to her bed and found her poetry book which I had tucked in earlier. Her eyes followed the book with a childish curiosity.

"Do you want me to read it to you? A poem or two?" I offer her kindly and she returned her yes in that small nod of hers. Her face still didn't betray any emotion, it was eerily blank.

"Okay then. I'm just going to change your clothes, okay?" I inform her before I do because I wouldn't want her panicking. With a quick snap, I changed her clothes into comfortable PJs - as she liked to call her bedtime clothes - and helped her into the bed. Leaving the windows open for the cool breeze they allowed in, I took a seat on the loveseat by the bed.

She was tucked in snugly and I opened the book to a random page. The random page somehow turned out to be that mischief poem again. I flipped the pages quickly and searched for some other poem. I skimmed the entire book but couldn't find any poem that wouldn't trigger pain.

Finally I found a poem that wouldn't at least upset Y/n. I raise the book in my right palm, thumb and pinky finger pinned either sides of the pages and the rest of the fingers supported the spine of the book. I opened my mouth to begin and the scrunchy noise of a few leaves blowing inside the chamber assaulted the comfortable silence.

Y/n screamed and threw the blankets over her head, her magic fueled up again and she started blasting bolts around.

"Shuaya! No! Please don't hurt me! No! Nooo!" She kept screaming and thrashing around on the bed, tossing any object she could find in no particular direction.

I breathed sharply and leapt to her frame, holding her tight between my arms. My torso pinned down hers and I pressed her forehead against my cheek.

"Y/n! Everything is fine! I'm here. Loki! I'm here. You're safe!" I raised my voice above her screams, pinning her below me. She tried fighting me, screamed and cried but I didn't let go.

Finally, her strength drained out and she begun relaxing onto my frame. Her breaths came in sharp and shallow.

"Shh Y/n. Everything is fine, you're safe. I'm here." I conjured a glass of water, barely containing my tears. She deserved none of this. Handing the water to her, I pressed a wave of calm emotions to her skin. Hopefully, this will help her.

She held onto me through the night and we slept like that. I rocked her gently and kept chanting 'It's okay, calm down', more to myself than to her.

I barely got any sleep myself and she was worse. Her nightmares were dastardly and she kept waking up, screaming Shuaya's name, begging him to stop, begging for mercy. I noticed that her fists smoked each time she screamed. She kept on crying and screaming and I kept on holding her and reassuring her.

My breathing was heavy and I was exhausted. I begged for the sun to come up sooner because I simply cannot bear to watch her in so much agony. Please, if there is any power beyond me, any God for the Gods, then I need that power to spare Y/n from this ordeal.

As the break of the dawn neared, her movements receded and she was relatively calmer. For the next few hours she slept better and there was less crying and screaming. I still held her in my arms, my magic working overtime to calm her down.

Throughout the night, I was tempted to take a peek into her dreams and into her mind but I had to shut down my curiosity. I cannot make her nightmares my own, I needed to stay in the dark if I hoped to help her. If her fears become mine, then who will fight with her? Motivating is always easier than getting motivated, any advice is easier given than received.

I have to remain strong, for both of us.