I Heard That (LokixReader)

Chapter One

(A/N: First off, new book! Secondly, I would like to explain that the story really starts after chapter six. Until then is a mix of backstory, the events of Thor 1 and Avengers, and how Y/N reacts to Loki's time in the void(warning: torture by Thanos). There are also mentions of drugs in chapters 6-8, but after this the topic will be left out for near the rest of the fanfic. Warnings will be in bold at the beginnings of chapters, if needed. Thanks for reading!)

(Your Pov)

Eight months.

That's a rather long time, isn't it? Much too long for anyone to retain interest, let alone a ten year old. Ten years and eight months.

By human standards, anyway. Then again, you never were human. Your mother raised you on stories of your homeworld, a city in the stars. She had lived there most of her life. In a small village beyond the sights of the golden palace, where magic convened with other realms in bursts of beauty. It was very, very far away. But her stories made you feel closer.

The mortals thought you were ten years of age. And although you did look it, at the time you had just had your 750th birthday. A momentous occasion.

It started at noon that day. The voice. That annoying, bratty, mischievous voice. As he grumbled about having more lessons than 'Thor', whom over time you learned to be his brother. He complained how 'magic wasn't worth missing dessert'.

But as someone living in rural midgard sometime in the late 1200's, dessert was quite the foreign concept. Reserved for nobles or others of prosperous status. Let alone magic, schooling...

To say you were jealous was an understatement. Of a voice in your head, too! You didn't know what was going on, or who this 'Loki' was. And as the days turned into weeks, and weeks into months of one-way communication, you started to not want to.

Until eight months later. Eight months of dealing with his squabbles, mischief, consequences, and every other little thing he did. Of every party he hated and complained about, of every afternoon tea with his mother. Of every time Thor and his friends would leave him out of their games.

It was infuriating to only hear his side of things. If you could change one thing about this connection, that's what it would be. That you could hear more than just his voice. Maybe then you would understand the words his father said, or the plans for his birthday.

Or maybe that he could hear you. That was a close second. You learned quickly that no matter what you did, he never responded. He couldn't hear your jeers, cries, or kind words when he tried to comfort himself after a bad day. He couldn't hear your every rampage when he was going to get himself into trouble. You were only 750, sure, but even you knew that cutting off a girl's hair was a bad idea.

But today, as you were playing quietly outside your cottage, you didn't realise your wish was about to come true. The sun rose in the sky until it reached its peak, noon arriving within minutes.

"What's the point?" Loki said, as you eavesdropped on his conversation. "Thor, do you really believe I would have a soulmate?"

He was quiet for a moment, as Thor no doubt tried once again to convince him. You never knew what Thor sounded like- nor looked like. You had figured out that Loki had green eyes, if only from one of his tricks. Apparently the mischief maker hadn't learned to change his eye color through magic yet.

"Well I don't. It's preposterous." He scoffed, "Besides. It is already noon on my 750th name day. That is when I am supposed to hear them, correct?"

Loki quieted once again, but you were listening intently. 750th birthday? That was when you...