Prince of Asgard (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 46 - Y/n

I woke up softly, without opening my eyes, feeling for Loki, to see if he's still around. To my dismay, my fingertips brushed his smooth chest. I really wanted him gone, with the amount of guilt I had after keeping him in the dark and yet do this to him, it was becoming too much to face him.

Warmth covered my head as he moved his palm over my head and kissed the top of it, "Good morning darling. Missed me?" I opened my eyes to see him smirking and looking at my hands that were, quite embarrassingly, hooked inside the waistband of his pants. Removing my hands and burying my face into them, I try and hide my blush, "No. Sorry! I just,"  I slowed down, taking a deep breath, I smile at him warmly, "good morning."

He pressed another kiss to my forehead, smiling beautifully. Oh these moments play with my heart.

But why hasn't he left yet?

"You want me gone?"

"No, and please respect your promise."

He had promised me that he won't read my mind unless we're in bed, because then, he insisted, he'd need to know what I like and what I don't. To be honest even that logic seemed faulty to me, but I let him win that round.

"Okay, stormy." A wink and a wide sweet smile twist my heart further.

"What I meant was, won't the guards be suspicious?"

Loki didn't answer me, just smiled and allowed me to think about my question. Of course, his duplicate was out there going about his day. He must be waiting for the duplicate to return at the visiting hours to merge back.

"On the brighter side, I get to spend the day with you." His warm breath kissed under my ear while his hand slipped to the back of my waist, causing another stir of response within me. His arms engulfed me as his lips took every bit of my skin. My back arched as I caved in to his attention.

But this isn't right.

"Loki...no. Stop." I push his chest away. The cold air seeping in made me want to punch myself but I have to keep him away. I can't possibly allow myself to tinker with him anymore.

"Is something bothering you?"

I love that he can always and forever question about the real problem and never about the one I'm pointing towards as the distraction.

Yes, and it's a huge problem, but I can't tell you about it because you'd hate me. And I won't be able to bear that. My hands flared up out of his field of vision, and I took the hint.

"No, just that I'm sore."

He chuckles and pulls me close for a hug, "oh darling, you do know how to pull a prank. I was scared you didn't like my kisses." And another kiss to the top of my head.

I melted in his arms, "No. I don't like them. I love them." His warm giggle came into my ears and a tingle went down my spine. I felt his lips on the crook of my neck again, making me feel warm and fuzzy inside.

What is happening to me?  I feel like I can stay like this, with him, forever. I want to stay like this forever. Never mind my crisis, I want only Loki. I just can't help thinking that am I...in love?

Loki's hands caressed my face and his lips pressed kisses all over me.

My breath fell short of its way out. My eyes widened at the possibility. No. I can't even dare imagine something like that! No! It is simply wrong. I can't love him. I can't love Loki.

His fingers reached my scalp and took my hair, massaging the back of my head while sucking at the skin of my shoulder. 

I can't love Loki, because he can't love me. He couldn't love me because I am unlovable. I am sure of that. So sure that...

Loki's warm hands closed around my head, pulling me into the warmest hug and pressing kisses to my temples and forehead. His warm embrace and kisses sent me over the cliff, and I couldn't see him properly now. My vision was blurred with my tears. What is happening to me? Why am I so irrational?

"Shh, dear. You're experiencing a drop."

"What?" I sniffed, wiping my relentless tears.

"An emotional drop, which is usually accompanied after an intense sexual encounter." He stroked the back of my head, and I think he summoned a big, soft blanket to wrap me in.

"Will I be okay?"

He giggled softly, "Yes, you will be. I am here for you, sweetheart." Soft hands patted my head. "Now, tell me, what are you thinking?"

I was unsure once again. Should I tell him the truth? Or just deflect?

"I...I am scared. What if...I don't ever get out of here?" Which also was a great deal of stressor.

"Oh hush," he cupped my face and kissed my forehead, "I have an excellent plan in mind."

"Really? Because I don't have any reason to believe that Odin will ever let me out. He has kept me in without a trial, how can he set me free?"

He kept stroking my hair, playing with the loose strands as I rambled on.

"And what if he does? Huh? What will I do once I'm out? I obviously won't stay here. And going back to Midgard just makes me feel like a threat. They'll treat me like..." I trailed off, because they would treat me like they had treated Loki. A mystic murderer. No matter the fact I may get better. Once a murderer, always a murderer. And Loki knew what I was gonna say.

"Shush, it'll be okay." He looked away, probably reliving those moments of mock cruelty. But his gaze returned and eyes softened, "I've been trying to press for a trial for you. It should happen in another week or so. Just hang on until then will you?"

I snuggled in his arms, nodding that I agree and hoping that it's true. If I can get out of here, I'll go and live in any abandoned place. Just not here...I'll go live somewhere no one knows me. Or better yet, where no one lives.

I just want to leave this place.