~*~*~"You have the gift loki." Heimdall says. "You have power beyond your knowledge and mine. your powers are untested and I believe it is steady enough they stay that way."
"So am I?" I ask slowly, "a god?"
"You have the gift." He repeats, "you're looking for something more. You will know if you become a god." He nods at me. Dismissal.
I turn slowly. Defeat is heavy in my gut as Thor jumps excitedly into my arms.
"BROTHER OH BROTHER ITS ME! IM A GOD!" He screams. He pauses as he notices my hesitance. I grin at him. He buys it as always. I don't blame him, I put on an excellent show.
~*~*~
I lay flat on my back waiting on his bed.
When he returns I can tell he's in a bad mood. His face seems happy. He body too. But something about him is off. I can tell.
"What's wrong?" I ask, standing up. He sits on the bed and I walk infront of him.
"Nothing." He says. I stand between his legs and run a hand through his hair. He leans into my touch and I sense his body relaxing. His smile fades and he rests his head on my stomach letting me run my hands through his hair.
We stay like that for a while before a pull back, lifting his face up to me. His eyes flutter open and he looks up at me through his thick eyelashes his eyes shimmering in he soft sunset light. The golden light plays gorgeously across his features making him seem heavenly.
He is heavenly.
"Here." I say. I hold up a hand and focus on it. A little flower blooms slowly. It's a simple golden coloured flower with a single green leaf blooming off of it and soft petals. I take it from my hand and tuck it behind Loki's ear. He touches it gently and stares back up at me with and odd look in his eyes.
He slowly pulls me down to his level and presses his lips gently onto mine. He pulls away before the kiss can move onto anything more.
"I don't think I can go tonight." He whispers.
"That's fine." I respond, "I should go anyway." I don't make a move from where our foreheads are pressed together. He doesn't say anything.
I move to pull away but he holds onto my shirt. "Stay?" He asks quietly, as if scared I would decline. I mean who could decline him with those undeniable puppy eyes?
I don't reply instead I slide onto the bed beside him. We lay side by side and stare up at the paintings on his rooftop. I turn to my side so I'm facing him. His jawline is cut sharper than a knife and his eyes a deep emerald pointed at the roof.
"You're pretty." I say quietly. He faces me fully.
"What?" He replies.
"You're pretty." I shrug lazily. He ducks his head slightly and when he looks back up there's a light pink dusting his cheeks.
"I know." He scoffs. I know he was blushing anyway. I wonder if he gets many complements. He turns on his side so we're staring at each other and a soft smile graces his lips. It's like a light in a sea of black and blue.
"I know you hate me but-" Loki starts. I press a finger to his lips.
"Shh." I say, "I don't hate you." He sighs and I feel my eyes begin to droop slowly. I feel a blanket land on-top of me just as I'm dragged into sleep.
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Green and gold. ~ Loki ~
FanfictionLoki Laufeyson. God of mischief, prince of Asgard, illusionist, sorcerer, and well known Casanova of the city. Evelyn Vioarrson, obsessed with nature and Loki's little secret. Feeling begin to catch. Love begins to spark. Until it's all ripped awa...