Loki and I

I Just Know - S1 E38

(A/N- Soooooo.... we're back to this again, heheh. You know I said it wouldn't be in this book for the rest of the season? I lied. )

Loki's POV

I feel her warmth against me, smiling at her faint apricot smell that she always seems to have. I open one eye and grin, seeing her face in the darkness. I love getting away with this.

My hand- I mean, hoof- snakes up her ribcage to her chest, hugging her tighter and feeling a tad disappointed that there is nothing to clutch.

I hate how I tease myself with these fantasies, somewhat believing that we would work together. Loki, you know why we shouldn't.

... but I need her.
She's the first person in a long time to make me feel this way.

No!

No.

Just no, okay?

In less than a few days, you'll be your old self, in your own body, and it's not like you have much of a fighting chance anyway, is it?
She's the beauty. I'm the beast. And she definitely does not feel the same way. That little kiss on Valentine's Day was just a thank you.

I do wonder what she'd think if she ever found out I was doing this... she'd probably feel violated, probably would never wish to speak to me ever again.

I tease myself some more, anyway, nuzzling my nose into her long hair. I just wish the circumstances would be different.
Damn, Loki, your Stockholm syndrome is really getting out of hand. I should watch that.

Ah, well. Just a few more moments with her wouldn't hurt, would it?

I'll just wake up before she does and slip away from her. It'll be over like that. Yes. All over.

I close my eyes, feeling a little empty inside (for no reason, by the way), feeling myself fall asleep.

~

I wake up on something soft, something warm as the sun shines through her bedroom window.

I lift one eyelid to realise I'm in Rosie's room... wait... how'd I get here?

Last night may or may not have happened, and I'm debating on whether or not she dragged me down to her bedroom while I was so foolish as to let her be in the same room as I being unconscious.

All my worries disintegrate, however, when I feel someone wrapping their arms around my upper torso, letting out a happy sigh. The faint apricot smell hits me and I instantly know it's her.

"Morning, sleepy head," she smiles tiredly, "Today's the day. You nervous?"

"About what?" I ask, trying to sound suspicious, but it comes out as more of a happy, sure of myself saying.

She giggles, taking it as a compliment and pecks me on the cheek lightly, "I know I am," she lets go of me, sliding out of bed, "C'mon, we have to get ready. See you at the wedding, babe!"
And with that, she trots out the doors and closes them behind her.

I furrow my brow in confusion. Wedding? Who's getting married?

~

I stand on a slightly raised platform with few steps, Thor as his pony self dressed up in a black and white tuxedo, his hair in a ponytail. I look him up and down, confused, before my eyes trail to the large crowd of ponies, some I recognise slightly, some I don't recognise at all. They stand, divided by a red carpet as a pathway.

Then I glance across from me to see Zoe and three other mares in beautiful dresses. Standing in between us is a smiling Celestia. I flinch, expecting her to be surprised or angry that I am out of my cell, but she doesn't seem to be. A little, green filly with dark, curly hair holds a pillow with two rings on it stands behind us.