Our Secret Garden (Loki X Reader)

Night Eight (Cont)

"I'm sorry, Loki? As in Prince Loki?"

I saw in his eyes that he regretted instantly what he had just let slip from his mouth. Maybe he was worried that he was letting too much of himself slip through his carefully crafted shell that he hid behind. That the way I now felt about him would change now that I knew this one fact about him. This one fact, he now feared, would push me away. 

"Yes, Darling." His voice was flat, his years of experience in covering his emotions rising to the surface as he prepared himself for what was to come next.

He expected one of two options, I supposed. Two options based on years of revealing his true title to women and watching as they fawned about him and tried to get in good with a Prince or cowered away from him, letting all the rumors fill their heads with fear. 

I didn't know what to think. This man before me, this man that I had begun to feel deep emotions for, to care for, to long to be around, was just as unobtainable to me as I was to him. He was a Prince. A Prince of Asgard, someone who had prospects like no other, and I believed that he may have longed for me. 

I had kissed him. 

I had made a fool of myself. 

"You didn't make a fool of yourself, Darling." His voice rang through my ears and pulled me from my thoughts. 

"I-" I stopped. I didn't even know what to say. I looked to the ground for a moment and let the thought run through my head before speaking it. Even though I was now sure I didn't need to really say anything out loud for him to hear. 

"It really doesn't change anything. I now know your name, so you should know mine. It's (Y/N)."

"It doesn't change anything? Really?" He stepped closer again and his long, slender fingers rested against my cheek and I looked up at him. 

"No. I've gotten to know you for who you are, without the ideas I already may have had about you had I known who you were from the start."

"So, you'll come back to me tomorrow, Darling?" He asked with a mischevious grin. 

My eyes wandered to his emerald green eyes as they stared intently into my own. They were filled with hope and dread. The thought of not returning here made me feel empty and sick. I wanted to see him again. To see him everyday, no matter what it would cost me. I could never willingly not be near him. I knew he was reading every one of the thoughts that was rolling through my head and I let him. 

"Of course. I could never not return to you."

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For hours we had sat together, talking about nothing and everything at the same time. Up against our tree, his arm around me as I leaned into him, taking in every inch of him. The warmth of his skin. The softness of his touch. His subtle cologne that I just couldn't place. His smirk that he had when he spoke, though briefly, about his brother. And his smile, filled with love, as he spoke about his mother. 

I told him about myself. My interests. My life. I don't remember ever being as open with anyone like I had just been with him. But, with someone who could read all of your thoughts if they so chose, I didn't see the harm in telling him. I wanted him to know these things. I wanted him to know me, every inch of me. And as the night went on, he leaned in to kiss me again. 

I pulled at him and we fell slowly to the ground. The kiss morphed from hesitant to hungry to soft. And it stayed there as we lay on the ground, taking in the curves of eachothers mouths, the contours of faces. Hands roamed. 

But before anything more could happen, the sun began to shine through the leaves of the trees and I knew it was time for us to depart. He pulled me close on last time and left a lasting kiss before giving me a farewell. 

"I will see you tonight, my Darling." 

Before I could respond with a goodbye of my own, he vanished into a wave of green. I felt my heart ache at his absence, my body already craving for him to be near, to hold me close, to fell his pressure against me. To know that I was safe. 

I knew that I had found the love story that I had always wanted. At least in part. I had the good part. The one that carried the passion, the kindness, the kind that makes you feel as if you were on fire. And I hoped that it was the kind that would make someone burn the world down to get you. 

Because there was still the problem of me being engaged to another and I had no idea how either of us could fix it.