Our Secret Garden (Loki X Reader)

Night Twenty Five

He hadn't returned. For over a week I sat here in this garden waiting for him. The thoughts ran through my mind, worsening with every minute that I didn't see him. He had never gone this long before, not without at least some word.

But there had been nothing. No visits, no green shimmers of his magic forming notes, no letters appearing from thin air to tell me that he was alright.

Had he used me?

Had he only wanted one thing from me and now that he had it, he would leave?

He had said he loved me, but was it all a lie?

Was this all his trickster tendencies finally coming to light? Was there really such an evil side to the man that I now loved?

I sat in the clearing, watching the stars as I had the first night I had found this secret place.

I had thought I had found love here, but now I see I was wrong.

I packed up my things in slow movements, hoping that if I stayed for just a little while longer he would show. He would run to me and I would be heartbroken that I doubted him. I would leave with him, hoping that tonight was the night he finally had formed a plan. But by the time my entire basket was put together and I had wasted as much time as possible preening the rose bushes, the sun's rays were peeking ever so slightly over the tree tops and the stars were muted by them. I looked up at those stars for one last time, wondering if this would be the last time I would taste freedom on my skin and see them.

Would this be the last night that my naive heartfelt passion, felt love, felt happiness?

And so I made my way back to my home.