Our Secret Garden (Loki X Reader)

Night Six

Wedding preparations kept going smoothly, well, as smoothly as wedding preparations can go for a person who objects to the entire thing. The man hadn't been there the next night, though there were two cushioned chairs and a table, and a small bricked off circle where a small fire blazed.

He had been there the next two nights and we had some idle chit chat and got to know each other better. Though, we still hadn't told each other our names.

Over the last few days, I had only become more and more attracted to him. The more I learned about him the more I bonded with him. And the more glances I stole of him, the more details of him I noticed and he became even more beautiful to me. I had hoped he would be there again tonight.

I sat in the chair closest to the fire. The weather had become slightly colder over the last few days and the fire pit was one of the items that had appeared during the day while I was gone. I wasn't sure where the man was getting all of these things or how he was bringing them all here, or why, really. It had seemed he had been coming here on his own for a long time and hadn't had any need for these things. But yet, they all appeared here. Whenever I thought of something that I wanted or would make it more comfortable to sit there at night, it would appear the next day. I don't know how or, again, why, but without fail it appeared here. It was like he was reading my mind.

No matter how he had done it, I was grateful. I had been coming here for nearly a week now, and it was beginning to become the only thing I looked forward to. The man didn't talk too much, but even so, I found myself drawn to him. It was like he understood me and I him, but that was crazy. I barely knew him. But maybe I could keep coming here, perhaps even after my wedding, and get to know him. Maybe I could even do so before my wedding, and he could be the one to take me away. To take me in other ways as well.

But I was too shy, too uncertain that he would feel even remotely the same way about me as I was starting to feel about him. I watched him as he walked into the clearing, a wide smile on his face as he did so. There was something about it that was mischievous and knowing, and he looked right at me. And when his eyes met mine, for a moment I felt the feelings that I was starting to feel for him wash over me again, and I thought for a moment that I saw those same feelings wash over his eyes. But he turned away and sat down at his chair across from me on the other side of the fire.

"Thank you," That was the only thing I was able to muster the courage to say.

"What for, Darling?" He responded. He chuckled slightly as my face began to turn red at the nickname. I fought the urge to turn away in embarrassment and stayed staring at him. This seemed to please him slightly, but he didn't say a word.

"For bringing all of this here." I finally responded.

"Well none of it was really for you, it was all for my comfort." He joked.

"If that were the case then there wouldn't be an extra chair for me, would there?" I joked back.

"Be careful, Darling," He said as he waved his hand. Green began to shimmer around the chair and before I knew it, it was gone, and I was falling to the ground.

"You're right," He said. "There was no need for that extra chair there. SIlly me," He turned back to his book as the chair reappeared, this time closer to him.

I laughed to myself as I got up and went to sit back down. I hadn't realized how close I was to him until I finally got comfortable again. I went to open my book back up and my elbow ever so slightly brushed his. I thought for a moment that he was tense, but in a flash he was back to himself.

His beautiful, beautiful self. That self that was calm and composed, and funnily enough had a humorous and trickster side. I was happy to be so close to him, as I would never have the courage to get any closer.

A few more jokes were sent between us throughout the night, and thankfully my chair stayed under me, even though I wouldn't have minded it disappearing again, and sitting together with this man in the only one that was left. Having this muscled chest behind me, slowly pushing against me as he would breath, slowly and heavily. Feeling his breath on my neck, sending shivers down to the base of my spine. Having his hands wrap around me holding a book in front of us that we would read together. Having my head lay back into the crook of his neck and his balck hair tickling my face. Having all of him underneath me as I fought to control my breath.

I stole a glance at him as my mind wandered a little to far, wondering if he had ever thought the same.

Little did I know, he had.