The Impossible Mortal - A Marvel FanFic

A Royal Engagement

Author's Note: This update is a little late, and I apologize. My birthday was last weekend, and I spent the entire weekend with friends, and did the same pretty much this weekend. Hope you've all been well! Appreciate your patience x

As your eyes flutter open and everything comes into focus, you realize that you're now back in Loki's bed. You're on your back, so you turn on your side, to see Loki sitting on one of his window ledges, "Loki?" You clear your throat, as your voice comes out a lot drier than you expected.

"Are you well?" Loki slowly walks over and lifts the blanket to observe your leg.

You cover his hand on yours, "Yes. I promise." You wrap your fingers around his, "I promise that is only made to help me. Nothing more."

Loki nods and then frowns, "How did you come to need that anyway? Did you not see the blueberries?"

"No, I was..." you start to explain.

"Careless," Loki pulls the blanket back.

The disappointment and upset in Loki's tone makes you snap, "DISTRACTED!" You finish your sentence with the right word.

Loki exhales a laugh, "What in the realms would distract you to that exte...?"

"Maybe it was you and Thor talking to the woman who had her hand down your pants in that dream we both had!" you cut Loki off.

Loki's expression drains, losing his anger, "You...you saw that?" He looks slightly away from your gaze.

"Oh, was I not supposed to? I'm so sorry for looking in the wrong direction, your Highness! Next time I will ask permission," your voice drips with sarcasm. 

Loki yanks you up lightly from the bed, "That is not how you address me. Ever. Is that understood?"

There's no pain in Loki's actions, as you both stand inches from each other, "Yes." Your head leans forward on its own, your lips brushing against Loki's.

He groans, holding your head in place, now just centimeters apart, "Never address me with such a title. You are mine." Loki rests his forehead against yours, "My Mate."

You inhale a breath as Loki hungrily kisses you again, with a light final peck before releasing you and walking to the door, "What else do you recall? From...everything at breakfast."

You sit back down on Loki's bed, "I...remember you giving me the Epipen, and finally catching my breath after leaning on you. I closed my eyes...and now we're here."

"Right," Loki says just above a whisper and looks down, fidgeting with his hands.

You immediately notice and lean forward, "What else happened?"

Loki shakes his head, masking the change in his expression, "Nothing. Just...some words between Fandral, Sif and I." 

You know there's something Loki's not telling you, but you choose not to press it, "It wasn't their fault, Loki."

"No; I know. It's..." he trails off, but takes a breath in. "As long as you are alright, that is all that matters."

You force a smile, accepting that Loki will tell you when the time is right for him.

"I will have dinner brought to us. You slept most of the day," Loki steps into the hall, closing the door behind him.

While Loki's gone, you walk around his room for a bit, admiring his vast collection of literature, at least 8 shelves high.

"Y/N," you hear a woman's voice call your name from the hall, but it wasn't Sif's.

You almost brush it off, until you hear it again, which causes you to slowly open the door, to no one. You even look both directions down the hall.