Hello, Darling. (Loki Imagines/One-shots)

I think I love you (xReader)

POV: Second Person

Ship: Loki x Y/n

Type: Fluff

TW: None

Synopsis: You like Loki, your best friend, and have been avoiding him because you are scared of what will happen if you tell him. 

"Stop thinking about him! It's all you ever do." Your friend snaps her fingers to get you out of your daydream. 

You look at her with fake offense. "What? No I most certainly do not! Whose him anyway?" You ask, knowing exactly who she is talking about. 

She gives you her 'stop playing dumb' look. "Don't fuck with me Y/n. You know exactly who I'm talking about. Loki." She says, rolling her eyes.

Your cheeks glow a bright shade of red. "What! That's not true. I mean sure I think about Loki a lot but that's just because we are really good friends!" You try to defend yourself, but your friend is not having it. 

"Just tell him you like him already! It's so obvious he likes you too!" She says, animating her speech with her hands like you notice she always does when she's trying to make a point. 

You turn around to walk backwards so you can face her. "Absolutely not. We are just friends." you say, right before you bump into something and start to fall. 

Just as you were about to hit the ground, a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist and pull you up, bringing you face-to-face with... Loki! Your face goes back to being a blushing mess.

You've found it hard to be around Loki lately. You guys have been friends for as long as you can remember, but lately you've began to develop other... feelings for him. Before you knew it, you found yourself deeply in love with the dark prince. 

Every time you tried to talk to him, it came out in a jumbled mess. You also became extra clumsy, even though you were already pretty cloddish in the first place. 

You doubt that he would ever feel the same towards you, so you've been avoiding him in an attempt to not become the clown of the town. 

"Loki!" You squeak, and he smiles at you. "Y/n." He replies, and you attempt to turn back to your friend, but you find that his hands are still on your hips.

 This causes your face to become even redder, if that was possible, and Loki quickly removes his hands from your waist, thinking you had become uncomfortable. 

You turn to your friend, who looks around like she hasn't seen a thing. She pretends to spot Loki and quickly bows. "Well, Y/n, my prince, I forgot I had to meet my cousin for tea. Please excuse me." She says with curtsy, and scatters off. So much for her to get you out of this. 

"I should probably get going..." You start to walk off, when you Loki protests. "Y/n wait!" He grabs your hand and spins you back around to face him. 

You attempt to stop the blush forming on your cheeks, and manage to keep it to a lighter shade of pink. "Yes my prince?" You squeak, looking at the floor. 

"Have I done something wrong?" He asks, and you look up at him, confused. "What? No, of course not! What would make you think that?" You inquire, and now he is the one to look at you confused.

"You've obviously been avoiding me." You scrunch your eyebrows. "What? No I haven't!" You protest, but he gives you a 'I'm-not-stupid' look. 

"Ok look I've just been really busy and-" You start before getting interrupted. "You used to find time no matter what. What's been up with you lately Y/n? If I've done something wrong, please tell me what I can do to fix it." 

You sigh and look back at the ground. "Look... It's true, I've been avoiding you, I'm sorry. I swear you haven't done anything to upset me." You manage to get out, and Loki looks at you, hurt.

It breaks your heart to see that you hurt him. But you just can't tell him the whole truth. 

"Why?" Loki says softly, and tears brim both of your eyes. "I can't tell you Loki..." You say, but it doesn't get him to go away.

"We used to tell each other everything Y/n. We've been friends forever. I promise you can tell me anything. It won't change our relationship." He pleads, but you shake your head. If only he knew...

"Loki, you don't understand. It would ruin our friendship." You try to explain, but he shakes his head. "I promise you Y/n, it won't. I know what you're thinking, it's the same thing that I thought when I told you I was a frost giant. But, you didn't care, did you?" 

You chuckle, remembering the night he told you. He was a jumbled mess, completely scared that you would hate him for it. Of course, you could care less. Honestly, he made the best ice cube for hot, sticky days. 

You contemplate your choices in your head. If you told him, it risked your friendship. If you didn't tell him? Well, it also risked your friendship. 

"I-" You start, trying to sort out your words. Loki nods you on. "Loki... Loki I think I love you." You manage to spit out, surprising yourself that you could speak at all. 

Alarm bells sounded in your head. You start to panic, all the worst scenarios whizzing through your mind faster than your racehorse. What if he doesn't feel the same? What if he hates you for it? What if he tells the Allfather and you get thrown out of-

Your thoughts are interrupted by his lips meeting yours gently for a soft kiss. You look up at him in surprise, and find him smiling down at you. 

"Y/n L/n, do you know how long I've been waiting those words to leave that gorgeous mouth of yours?" He asks, chuckling. "What- What do you mean?" You ask, not processing all of what's happening.

"I thought I made it obvious, but I've always loved you Y/n. I'll always love you." He says, and you become a blushing mess. 

"So, do you just think you love me, or do you love me?" He asks slyly, and you playfully punch his chest. "Ouch!" He pretends you really hurt him and dramatically puts his hand on his forehead and falls to the ground. 

"Someone help! Lady Y/n is a thief and has injured me!" He fake cries, and you kneel to the ground laughing. "And how am I a thief?" You ask. "You stole something from me!" He exclaims, trying not to laugh. You raise your eyebrow at him. 

"What exactly have I stolen my prince?" You ask, trying not to burst out in laughter again. 

He looks you right in the eye and smiles. "My heart." You laugh and roll your eyes, lying down and letting your head rest against Loki's chest. You look up at the ceiling of the palace, studying the golden patterns. 

Loki's hands start to ruffle your hair, and a smile creeps up onto your face. "I love you Loki." You whisper, but Loki hears it. "I love me too." He replies, and you turn around and playfully slap him. "Ow! Okay Okay I love you!" He chuckles.

You gaze into each others eyes before you bring your head down to his for another kiss.