Tom Hiddleston and Loki Imagines - Bk. 1

Loki - Shakespeare

        "Loki, you have to help me close the door!" you cry out as you pull on the golden handle with all your might.  Your childhood friend had left you, running to the throne.  Falling backwards, you succeed and chase him round the throne.

        "You're such a girly-girl," he teases.

        "I am not!" you object.  "When I grow up, I'm going to be a warrior, just like Sif!"  Sif was your adoptive older sister, and although only a few years younger, you admired her like she was already a hero.

        "You will not!" he says, pointing a finger at you while sitting on the throne.

        "And why not?" you say, putting your hands on your hip sassily.

        "When I'm king," Loki remarks, rubbing the armrests with his small hands, "you will be my queen."   He takes your hand and pulls you onto the throne, sharing the seat with him.  "And I will order that a huge library be built in our room, and we can stay there for hours just to read."

        "Do you think you can win my love through books?"

        "We're best friends.  We'll always love each other."

Years later...

        "Loki," you call out as you knock again his door.  He had concealed himself in his room all day, and you were starting to worry.  You were supposed to be practicing jousting with Thor and the Warriors Three.

        "Come in."  You obey.  Loki was laying on his bed, a book in his hands, and his notebook next to him.  You laugh, and he looks up.

        "What's so funny?"

        "You're taking notes like you're still in school!"

        "Well, this Shakespeare guy was really fascinating.  You should hear some of his work."

        "I'll rather stick to my Leroux, Picoult, and Green, if you please," you reply shrugging him off as you go through the spines of his bookshelf.  He sits up.

        "Listen to this: 'Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.'  Something you girly-girls would like."

        You snap your head around at him.  "I am not a girly-girl!"

        "You enjoy my teasing and jesting."  You roll your eyes and continue to scroll the spines.

        "You forget I am a warrior."

        "Ah, but you are also a fellow reader and my best friend.  I know you better than that."  You huff out hot air, and he continues to read from his notebook, his words a beautiful song or story in itself.

No; it is not possible you should love the enemy of 

France, Kate: but, in loving me, you should love

the friend of France; for I love France so well that

I will not part with a village of it; I will have it

all mine: and, Kate, when France is mine and I am 

yours, then yours is France and you are mine.      

        He looks back up at you, seeing your reaction, but you keep ignoring him.  Getting up, Loki walks behind you, holding your waist.  Tensing up, you keep your eyes fixed forward as words glide off his tongue and into your ear.

O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night

Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear;

Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!

So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,

As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.

The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,

And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!

For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

        Loki's lips press gently onto your left shoulder then onto the back of your neck, sending sensations all through your veins.  "See, look how attentive you are."

        "Oh, I'm the one who's being attentive?"  He chuckles.

        "Apparently Sif was too.  She told me of the conversations between you two."  Your eyes widen.  In exchange for having confirmed Sif's feelings for Thor's, you had to admit yours for Loki.  You gave your sister oath, swearing yourself to secrecy.

        "Oh, Darling, I made her tell me," Loki voiced, as if reading your mind.  "You know you mustn't keep secrets from me, (Y/N)."

        "And you think Shakespeare was the way to go?"

        He starts quoting once more.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.

        "Damn you," you say, turning around and crashing your lips onto his.  Smiling into it, he holds you tighter and kisses back harder.

        "I knew you read Shakespeare, girly-girl," he says against your lips.

        "I could kiss Fandral, you know," you tease back.

        "Teach not thy lips such scorn."  Loki continues to press his lips against yours, holding onto the bookshelf with one hand to keep steady as he holds your waist with the other.  After a moment, you break the kiss, and he searches for you with his nose, both of your eyes still closed.  You hear him chuckle, which sends a smile across your face.

        "Hmm, and what was that for?"

        "I told you I would win you through books."