Gay Loki One Shots ✏️

Fandroki - floral

Summary : Fandral is head over heals in love with Loki, his friend since childhood, and has no idea how to confess. But what happens when he finds out something about the prince that he wasn't supposed to?...

Age guide : 50 midgardian years = 1 asgardian year

Oki, now, DASHINGFROST *throws a chair in the air*

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"I'm just asking this out of curiosity, am I invisible or something?" Fandral started and Thor shot a confused glance at him, and so did Volstagg, Hogun and Sif.

"Is something disturbing you?" Sif asked from across the table, concern in her voice but not showing it in her face. Fandral heaved a sigh, placing his goblet on the wooden table rather loudly, enough for his friends to hear in the overcrowded tavern.

"I'm not... disturbed," The blonde replied, rubbing his eyes. "Then what is it?" Thor inquired.

"Oh, I don't know how to confess to your brother, Thor,"

Norns, no. If he had said that, he would have had a hammer in his skull, and he didn't want that.

But seriously, why?

He had always been fond of Loki in many ways. Ever since Loki was 700, Fandral had treated him friendly, trying to be different from his warrior friends. Loki, however, had no other choice but to accept the only act of kindness he was given.

Perhaps that's when Fandral had fallen...

"I suppose i just need some sleep," the swordsman drank up the rest of the mead, standing up and slamming the goblet on the table again. "Thank you for your company, dear friends. I'll be leaving now," he nodded, forcing a smile, and left.

But something has changed, and it seemed like the prince was distancing himself from the blonde. No matter how many times he tried to get his attention, he just leaves. Not only with him, but with everyone.

He goes excursions to the other realms a lot recently.

When he went into his chambers, his eyes landed on a red rose that was in his flower vase. It slways seemed to remind him of his daily 'duty' for the younger prince.

(Not the duty y'all think, dirty brained humans)

He took it in his hand, capturing it's faint, magical, smell. It reminded him of the prince.

Gods, why does he see Loki in literally everything?

He couldn't think about anything else but the green, poison eyes. He closed his own, thinking about the times when he was Loki's only 'friend'.

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"You emerald eyes glitter as my heart does when I see you, my prince" he said, making Loki laugh so beautifully. They were sitting in their usual spot, near the woods. "You should really stop practicing your gallant skills with me," the young god looked so handsome.

His black raven hair neaty falling over his shoulders, not a single hair out of place and his ivory skin was practically glowing in the moonlight.

And oh, norns, his eyes.

Those green orbs were something the warrior considered more valuable than his life, which could end when they look straight into his eyes.

"Don't you think it's too late? We've been here since dusk," the honey sweet voice spoke suddenly, snapping Fandral out of his day, well, night-dreaming.