Our Secret Garden (Loki X Reader)

Night Two

I walked towards the woods, entering at the two trees that I had marked on my way out last night. If I went in from here, I could walk straight ahead into the same clearing. This time I carried a small basket, and inside it was a small pillow, a blanket, and a book.

Today had been just as bad as yesterday. I had met with my fiancé and his family for the very first time. We were to start wedding preparations immediately. And today had been about meeting his family and asking them for their blessing, and him doing the same.

But I still couldn't even look at him without tears forming. I could tell his family had been less than impressed with me because of that reason. I knew what they all thought. "How could this woman even think she is ready to wed my son? She can't even keep her tears in! "

But I didn't care. I hoped they would call it off. I didn't care what it meant for me, I just knew I didn't want it. I got to the clearing and set out my blanket beneath a tree so I could lean against it as I read. As I looked out at the ground around me, I realized for the first time just how many flowers there were planted here. They were all grouped together and orderly, as if it was someone's garden. But it was starting to become overgrown by the rose bushes that had been planted at one edge of the field.

Tomorrow I would bring some tools to prune the plants.

Tomorrow.

Tonight I would read, and try to cry the last of my tears because I was sick of crying. It felt like the last two days all I knew how to do was cry. And I was over it.

I opened my book, and before I could conjure my own orbs of light, soft golden ones filled the space around me.

I shot up and looked around to see where they had come from. A voice pulled my attention behind me, to a tall, handsome man leaning his shoulder against the tree I had been sitting against only moments before.

"I see you've followed me and stolen my spot," he said. His smooth voice flowed out with the beautiful accent found amongst the asgardians. There weren't any words that quite encaptured the loveliness of that voice.

But that face. The glow of the lights shined off his angular face, and black hair slicked back with strands falling into his face. He was beautiful. I looked down and saw his hands move up towards my face. How I would love to have those hands through my hair, on my body, in-

"Hello?" The hands that I had been watching were being waved in front of my face. "Anybody in there?"

"I'm sorry, I, uh, I wasn't following you. I found this place on my own." I answered.

"I'm almost positive it was you who followed me last night. you were following the light,"

Whelp, that was true.

"No, it wasn't me,"

"Do you know that you're a terrible liar?" He asked me.

"Yes," I answered.

The man sat down, stil leaning his back against the tree. I followed and sat back against the tree as well.

"If this is your spot, you should really invest in some comfy chairs," I said to him. I looked down at the book in my hands, debating on whether I should open it and read, try and have a conversation with the man, or run.

I heard a small laugh come from him and when I looked over he had a wide grin on his face. He also had a book in his hands and his feet were out from him and crossed at the ankles. I wasn't entirely sure where the book had come from, but I wasn't sure I wanted to know.

"I'll think about it," was all I heard from him in response before the turning of pages was the only thing to be heard from the both of us for the rest of the night.