Marvel Oneshots

Loki Laufeyson x Reader - Lightheaded P3

Final Part

Y/N's P.O.V.

"Go to bed." I glared at the God at his suggestion and he rolled his eyes.
"You can't keep napping on the couch, you're going to hurt yourself."

"I thought you didn't care?" I muttered, attempting to be bitter, but I just sounded tired and childish.
I had been stuck with Loki for almost 48 hours and despite him being a mass murderer, he had been nothing but a gentleman. I knew it had to be an act to get my guard down, he was evil, why would he be nice to me?

"You're my soulmate, of course I care." I scowled at the 's' word, making him chuckle.
"You can't deny it forever, love."
I pulled the thing blanket tighter around me and he sighed.
"Go to bed."

"No." I replied quickly and he narrowed his eyes at me.

"Now, Y/N." I ignored the shiver I got when he said my name, rolling my eyes and turning to face the back of the couch.
I heard him get up and move and his footsteps draw closer, before the couch next to me dipped and something touched my back.

"What are you doing?" I tried to push him away as he laid next to me, but he was heavier than he looked.

"I'm having a nap, on my couch. I offered you the bed and you refused, so now we have to share." I turned to look at him in disbelief, our bodies pressed up against each other in such a small space, but his eyes were closed and he seemed relaxed.
I knew I could climb over him and easily get out of the awkward situation, but I couldn't bring myself to humiliate myself like that. I knew that as soon as I had got my leg over him he would do something.
I didn't dare sleep next to him, so instead, I just looked at him.
I noticed the way his skin was perfectly free of any blemishes and he didn't seem to have any injuries, but he did have a thin white scar on the side of his neck. The scar was about an inch and a half long from where I had caught him with my dagger when we first met.
I wasn't sure what compelled me to do it, but I reached out and lightly brushed my fingers against the scar.
"I never did thank you for that, did I?" I flinched away from the God, causing him to chuckle.
"It's alright, I don't bite."

"I want you to get away from me." I whispered, but the words were weak and I didn't even believe them.

"You're going to have to do better than that to lie to me, love. You know who I am." He turned his head to face me, bringing his hand up slowly. His cold knuckles brushed against my cheek and I felt goosebumps prick up all over my body. His hand moved up along my cheekbone, before be brushed my hair back, gently stroking my hair.
"Exhausting, isn't it? Having no power? Having it stripped away from you?" I looked down in shame, realising what I was doing.
Loki was a bad guy, I was supposed to be one of the good ones, and yet I wasn't moving away from his gentle touch.
But what was the warm feeling that exploded in my chest when he touched me? Or the chill I got when he said my name?

"Loki-" He sat up and moved off of the couch, offering me his hand.
I hesitated, a part of me screaming not to take it, to open the door and leave, but another part of me was curious to see the softer side of the trickster.
His hand was a lot smoother than I expected and he helped me up, my body still bruised and battered after my fight with Nat.

"This way." He was surprisingly gentle, helping me up the stairs, and into the bedroom. It was my first time being upstairs in the few days I had been in the house and it was beautiful, just like every other part of the house I had seen.
"Get some rest, Y/N." There was something in his eyes, something that looked suspiciously like shame and guilt, but before I could question it, he left.

~

Dinner with Loki was more awkward than it had been the previous few nights. Whereas Loki had previously made rude remarks at every chance he got, with a smirk on his face, he was completely silent, refusing to even look at me.
I couldn't help but feel guilty and awkward, thinking I had done something wrong.
After seeing Loki's softer side, I couldn't help but feel bad for how rude I had been to him. I had dismissed everything he said and he was nothing but sweet and a little sarcastic at times.

"The storm stopped." Loki spoke up before I could figure out how to ask him what was wrong.
I looked to the window, realising he was right. I hadn't even realised.
"I suppose now you're going to run off back home? Tell everyone where I am?" He looked like a kicked puppy and I twisted my hands in my lap.

"No, I don't think so." My words surprised both of us.
"I mean... shit." A small laugh escaped my throat and I shook my head.
"Ever since I showed up on your doorstep, you've done nothing but care for me. You're not a good person, I know that. You're literally a mass murderer, but you've been polite and good to me. If I go back, I'll have to pretend the last few days haven't happened and... I don't want to do that."

"I don't want you to do that either." There was a small smile on Loki's face.
"Will you stay? What about the Avengers?"

"I don't see them plastering up missing posters for me." I sighed heavily, looking at the TV, which had been playing silently in the background.
"You know, two months ago, Wanda went off on her own for a day and Stark had it broadcasted on every channel that she was missing. Have you seen anything like that for me? It's been days and there's been nothing." Loki stood up and came over to me, offering me his hand once again and this time, I didn't hesitate, letting him help me to my feet.

"You're stronger without them, love." He whispered, smiling slightly. There was a spark in my chest and it was like someone flicked a switch, a wave of power washing over me.
Almost immediately, the pain I was feeling dulled and I knew my magic had returned, and judging by the look on Loki's face, his had too.
"I want you to stay. I can teach you things they'd never be able to, if you'll let me?" There was no sign of mischief in his eyes, only hope and a tiny bit of fear.

"I'd love that, Loki."