Tom Hiddleston and Loki Imagines - Bk. 1

Loki - What Matters Most

Loki's POV

"Another book, my Prince?"

"Yes," I say, sliding the golden cover towards the Asgardian library. As she checks out the book, she glances up then gives me a look. I knew what it meant, instantly sneaking a peek behind my shoulder. Instantly, I look back at the counter-top.

Ever since her mother came into the palace as a hand-maiden, I've wanted to get close to her. While Thor got the girls, I accompanied her to the library for books. We talked about the different novels, poems, short stories, almost anything that was noted from pen to paper.

But to talk about how her voice made my heart melt and expand at the same time, to express how her blush shames the glow of Asgard, to put into words how just the thought of her and all that she is—it would be an impossible task. How could I tell her that, even if I did have the voice to say it? How do I even begin to articulate how she was the only thing that saved me from complete insanity when my mother passed, the person who kept me from destroying all of Asgard, the one who I really "died" for during the fight with the dark elves?

"You're blushing, my Prince," says a whisper. Immediately, I camouflage my cheeks to their "natural" color.

"Is that better?" The librarian smiles.

"I do not mean to intrude, but does my Prince have affections for—"

"Please, don't say it. She may hear you." Even I knew that was hogwash, for (Y/N) was a ways away, and the librarian still spoke lowly.

But who didn't was the man who all of Asgard could probably hear as he strutted behind me and straight to my heart's desire. I can't help but watch behind me.

"Put down these books, (Y/N), that we may go see the tournament."

"Thor," she says calmly, "I am not attending those barbaric games. Killing animals for mere sport—"

"Then come to see, not the slain creatures, but my heroic triumph. Be the light of the crowd."

"Why would I want to be entertain with your foolish desire to risk your life?" He chuckles.

"So you do like me."

"No, I prefer someone more cultured with class." As she goes to take her books, Thor crosses his arms.

"'I' prefer? Surely you meant, 'I'd' prefer." She pauses.

"Oh now you catch on to technicalities."

"The trickster is my brother, I have to learn these things."

"He is not a trickster!" she snaps.

"Why do you defend him? You have seen the error of his ways!"

"He apologized! He got a pardon!"

"Not from me." Thor gives her a thoughtful look. "You like him, don't you?"

Her silence is all I need, all I need to bring me from the counter to in front of her.

"Thor, you witless oaf, this is a library," I reprimand in a harsh whisper. "You are disturbing the peace, as well as harrassing (Y/N). Isn't there somewhere else you can be stupid at?"

"Fine!" he says, shoving (Y/N) onto me. "You two talk about sunsets! I'll be focused on more important things." As he leaves, I hold her at a distance, examining her arms.

"Are you okay?" When she nods, I swallow, taking a breath. "Was...what he said true?"

"Does it matter?" She seems stunned that I take her hands into mine, bring them close and having my lips skim and press against them. Instantly her cheeks burn red.

"You've always mattered."

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(A/N): Roller-coaster of emotions today. I was trying to knock on these requests, but I may not write one tomorrow. Not feeling all that great right now.