Shadows of the Past

Part 63

(Y/N POV)
You sit in the back of the jet with your eyes half closed, your head back against the wall behind you. At some point while you were sleeping you and Loki seemed to have switched positions. He was still asleep with your arms around him and his head resting on your shoulder. You run your fingers through his silky hair and try not to think about what awaits you in Wakanda, instead you focus on your future with Loki.

You close your eyes completely and think forward to your wedding day for the first time since Loki asked you to be his wife. You had never fantasized about that moment as a young girl the way your friends constantly did. You would often find yourself listening half heartily while they described their dream weddings in great detail. No matter how much you tried, you just couldn't find it interesting. As you grew older and started dating, you still found it hard to envision your ideal wedding. You could never quite settle on any of the small details, unable to even pick the type of flowers you wanted for your bouquet or the flavor cake you preferred.

When you try to picture your wedding now, there is one thing you can see clearly, Loki. You smile to yourself as you see him waiting for you at the end of the long aisle. You continue to play with his hair while you imagine him looking at you lovingly as you walk towards him. 

"We should be landing in about thirty minutes," one of the SHIELD agents tells you from the front of the jet, pulling you from your day dream.

You thank him then look down at Loki. Suddenly wishing you had your phone to sneak a picture of how cute he looks at the moment. Unfortunately though, your phone hadn't survived your fall from the stairwell. You shake your head, pushing the memory back.

You brush his hair away from his face and kiss his forehead. He smiles in his sleep and mumbles your name which makes you giggle quietly. "Time to wake up, Mischief," you whisper to him as you shake him gently.  

He shifts slowly, blinking his eyes open while he yawns. He smiles sleepily and kisses your cheek. "Almost there?" he asks and you nod, telling him how long until you land. "Are you ready?"

"Mmhmm," you respond, as confidently as possible. He takes your hand and squeezes it, reassuring you that you won't have to go through this alone. You smile at him then decide to change the subject, mostly to distract yourself.

"There's something I wanted to ask you before we met T'Challa actually," you say, trying to sound serious.

"What's on your mind, love?" he asks.

"Well..." you start slowly, hoping to sound dramatic. He leans towards you curiously. "I've never met an actual king before, am I supposed to bow... or kneel? I wouldn't even know where to begin trying to do a proper courtesy unfortunately. Or is a hand shake more appropriate? I'm not sure a first bump gives the right first impression since he and his sister are trying to help me," you say, hiding your smile.

He laughs and shakes his head. "It's a serious question, Mischief" you say, crossing your arms, "I mean, it's not everyday I met someone who's an important royal you know?"

He stops laughing and raises his eyebrow as he looks over at you, "I beg your pardon."

"Hmm?" you ask, feigning innocence but you know you've got him. "Oh, you don't count," you wave your hand at him.

He smirks as he catches your wrist easily, pulling you from your seat. He sits you in his lap so you are facing him, his hands settle on your hips. Both of you instantly forgetting about the two agents flying the jet. "And why is it that I don't count, darling?" he asks, leaning towards you so his lips are inches from yours.

His eyes lock on yours and you bite your lip, shrugging with one shoulder as you lean away from him. "You're my boyfriend, it's different," you tell him, knowing it will bother him that you didn't call him your fiance.