Tom Hiddleston and Loki Imagines - Bk. 1

Loki - Timid

A/N: Sorry for the wait. I am currently waiting on some confirmation information with another imagine, as that one was the next one requested. But since I promised two imagines tonight, I jumped ahead. That one will be processed upon a reply.

Update 10:08pm EST: So my profile says that this book is #243 in fanfiction. That's insane! Thanks so much all!

In thanks, expect another update tomorrow!

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Loki's POV

"Say something to her."

"She's not going to bite you."

"Well, maybe she will." Thor elbows Fandral in the stomach, although the heart-throb of Asgard continues to laugh quietly.

I hadn't been so nervous since the All-Father collapsed into the Odin-sleep before my very eyes. I mean, I know she was my closest companion, and that we bond over books so easily, but still, this was (Y/N), Princess of Midgard, even if her own people were unaware of it. Sophisticated and whimsy, reserved but passionate, simple yet so complicated that I wanted to both leave her in her radiant state but absorb everything of her. She had me feeling two extremes but one emotion, and I couldn't and completely understood it; my feelings for her were gently monstrous.

And there she was, sitting so calmly in the gardens, nose stuck in a book, she unaware of the hurricane that festered inside of me.

What would happen to her if I told her? What if the feelings were reciprocated? What if she had other motives to our friendship or shared feelings but for another? What if our conversations and interactions become unbearably uncomfortable to the point that we had to terminate our friendship?

The fear of the unknown, not in just how she felt in her heart but the confident outcome of my mental fickleness. I still didn't know how I wanted to handle this. I wasn't prepared.

"Do I have to do this today?"

"Yes!" they whisper-shout to me, even though I already knew the answer. She was to be the ambassador of many realms and worlds for the next two weeks, and after then there was no telling where she would journey to or what adventures lie ahead for her.

With a deep breath, I walk over to her, trying to give a confident stroll, but end up looking more bashful than ever. When she sees me near, she tilts her head in confusion, and I knew I was done for.

"Are you okay, Loki?"

"Trying to be, but don't worry about me." I tap her book. "What are you reading?"

"Taken by Erin Bowman. Good series." She closes the book and puts it in her lap. "Well, if you're not going tell me what's going on, can I ask about something?"

My face flushes. This can go in either direction, directly to the point or way off topic that I'll never get another chance.

"Sure. What's troubling you?"

"Lately, I feel that whenever you're around me, you're very tense. And I notice how you try to be comfortable and normal, but it's like you're still stepping on eggshells. Have I offended you in any way? And if I have, I'm dreadfully sorry."

Directly to the point it was, then.

"No, no, you haven't offended me, not even in the slightest." Her brow wrinkles further.

"Then I don't understand. Are you afraid of me?"

You? No. What you may say? Completely.

"No. To be completely honest, I'm afraid of myself." She folds her arms, allowing me to continue. I take another deep breath, still not believing I'm still talking.

"I'm afraid...that if I told you how I felt, it would disturb both you and our courteous relationship. That if you knew, you wouldn't want to be around me anymore, or you would dismiss me either as a joke or in place of someone else. That maybe what I feel isn't right to be feeling for a variety of factors, and I don't want to overstep even more boundaries."

There's a pause, both of us just looking at each other. I clear my throat.

"So I understand if you do not wish to have me in your company any longer. I will, however, make you aware that I wished to keep this secret and avoid the subject altogether, as it might have been better unsaid, but I was counseled otherwise. I will leave you, as I have already disturbed your reading session."

But before I could get up, I feel her hand grasp mine, her grasp firm but oh so soft.

"Loki, wait. Sit back down for a second." Nervously, I do her bidding. Taking my cheeks into her hands, we lock eyes.

"Don't think I can't see those two goons over there." I smile, knowing that she said that on purpose to put me at ease. "But they were right. I'm glad you told me before I had to leave. I wouldn't want you to never know how this conversation would have ended."

"And how does it end?" With a smile, she pecks my lips, then lingers so we can share a real kiss, she biting my lower lip before we parted.

"I'll have to stop by again after my travels." With a wink, she gets up and walks back to the palace, leaving me there blushing between the bushes.