It had been years. Years since you seen him, year that he had last held you. He had promised, given you his word that he would be yours forever, but obviously it was a pie crust promise: easily made, easily broken.
You slipped into bed, missing your husband of four years. Truthfully, you longed for him every night, but tonight was special: the anniversary of your wedding with him, and the anniversary of his death. And all alone, you mourned, no child to remember him by.
You had both tried. If he couldn't rule, the least you could do was give him an heir. But you remained barren, unable to please him in this way. For months, you had thought that your inability to bear children was the reason why he left you, but only that night did Thor finally tell you the truth.
"Father imprisoned him," he had said. "And when I released him to help me with the ether, the Kursed One slayed him."
You turn to your side. Often times, you dreamed about him, what it would have been like to be a family of three. But tonight, you vowed it was going to be different. Even if just for this once, if you were to think about him, it was to be about the good memories you shared, something that happened and nothing that will never happen.
Flipping on the other side, you look out your bedroom window. The sky was so clear tonight, the myriad of stars twinkling in the sky. You could've sworn you saw the same twinkle in his eyes each time he looked at you.
And the longer you looked among the constellations, the more they shifted and formed to look like your long lost loved one.
You were about to toss for the third time, but you heard a crack. Still facing the window, you close your eyes, but crack them ever so slightly. A shadow forms at the pane, and they slide the glass up.
Okay, stay calm, you tell yourself. They still think you're asleep.
Your hand starts to reach for the dagger by the side of your bed while the intruder slips their way through the opening. Your hand curve around the blade. As they stand up, you had already brought your hand back, clinging the metal close to your chest.
The person scans the room, and their stare locks onto you. As they get close to you, your grip around the hilt of the dagger. They walk behind the bed, to the head, and let their soft hand caress your cheek as they watch you sleep.
Now.
You reach up to strike, your head leaning back to see your target, but not only do they catch your wrist, but you drop the dagger to the floor, not believing what you were seeing.
"Impossible." Loki takes your hand and lets it stroke his cheek.
"You think I wouldn't come back for you?" He forces his lips onto yours, and you let him taste every corner of your mouth.
"No," you get out, "not like this." He smiles against your lips before pecking them. You raise your head as he moves around to the front of the bed. As he slips into bed, he pulls you toward him, your legs on either side of him. Loki holds your waist, you his cheeks, as your lips meet once more.
"Do you know..." he gets out in the pauses and breaths for air, "how hard it is...to be without you? Have you ever...tried sleeping...with a broken heart?"
"Well you should try sleeping in my bed," you reply. Loki nuzzles your noses together.
"Believe me, we'll be here together for a long time now."
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A/N: Here's a happy one, please don't hate me!
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Tom Hiddleston and Loki Imagines - Bk. 1
FanficHighest Rankings: 1st in Tom Hiddleston Imagines, 3rd in Loki Imagines, 8th in Loki, 130th in Marvel || Just a writing outlet for one of my favorite actors and characters of all time. I do not own Tom, Loki, or any other fictional characters mention...