Half a month has passed, and you and Loki have grown increasingly comfortable in each other's presence. Your outings together have become a regular occurrence, immersing you both in the vibrant present. However, over the past week, something has changed in Loki. His demeanor has shifted, and he appears more irritable and frustrated than usual. It's a stark departure from his usual calm demeanor, leaving you with an underlying sense of unease in the otherwise serene surroundings.
As the days pass, Loki's restlessness becomes more palpable. Despite the absence of any apparent reason for his agitation, he seems in dire need of relaxation. You've noticed him frequently stealing glances at you from a distance, his eyes filled with an intensity you can't quite decipher. Even during your trips to the theater, he insists on staying as close to you as possible, a reassuring presence that both perplexes and intrigues you.
One memorable day, you find yourselves in the library, surrounded by ancient tomes and the hushed whispers of knowledge. Loki, unusually talkative, begins to pose a multitude of questions, his curiosity seemingly insatiable. The atmosphere in the library feels electric, charged with an unspoken tension that has woven itself into the fabric of your shared experiences, leaving you both on the precipice of something unknown.
In the midst of your tranquil surroundings, Loki's voice sliced through the air like a sharp blade, demanding your immediate attention. You turned your gaze towards him, your voice a soft whisper, as if tiptoeing through the fragile calm that enveloped you both. "What is it, Loki?" you asked, careful not to provoke any further irritation.
Loki's eyes bore into yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. With an enigmatic charm that was his signature, he posed a question that seemed to hang in the air, suspended in the hushed atmosphere. "Do you possess a paramour, my dear?" His words dripped with intrigue, a mischievous spark dancing in his eyes.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still, the weight of the question settling upon you like a heavy cloak. It was a deeply personal inquiry, one that left you momentarily speechless. "I don't," you finally replied, your voice carrying a hint of uncertainty. "Why do you ask?"
Loki's attention briefly returned to the book before him, his lips curving into a sly smile. "I was simply curious," he confessed, his words laced with that tantalizing allure that was uniquely his. "Have you ever known the embrace of a lover?" His inquiry lingered in the air, leaving you once again slightly uncomfortable, as if his curiosity held a hidden agenda.
With a sigh, you offered a concise response, hoping to put an end to the probing questions. "I did." The words hung there, a piece of your past revealed, as you awaited Loki's next move in this intricate dance of words and secrets.
Loki leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on you as he continued to unravel the tapestry of your past. "Tell me more about this man," he inquired, his interest piqued. "What made him a 'good man' in your eyes?"
You paused, recollecting the memories of your former lover. "He was a tall man with a strong, confident presence," you began, your voice filled with nostalgia. "A buzz cut framed his rugged face, complete with a jawline that could cut glass. He had a Slavic heritage, and that added a unique depth to his character. His eyes were a deep shade of brown, like rich mahogany, and they held a warmth that made you feel instantly at ease," you say very calm.
Loki absorbed your description with a thoughtful nod, his curiosity unabated. "How long were the two of you together?" he asked, delving deeper into your past.
"We were together for a little more than two years," you replied, a faint smile playing on your lips at the memories of the time you had spent together. "He loved me deeply, always finding small ways to surprise me, whether it was with heartfelt notes or unexpected gestures that would brighten my day."
Loki's next question carried a weight of curiosity and perhaps a hint of sympathy. "And why, if he loved you so deeply, are you not together anymore?"
You took a moment to reflect, the air between you heavy with unspoken emotions. "In the last few months of our relationship," you began slowly, "he started to change. He began treating me more like a maid than a partner, taking me for granted. It was as if he had become a different person, and I couldn't bear the way he made me feel. So, I made the difficult decision to end things."
As you revealed the reason behind the breakup, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of relief and sorrow. The memories of love and pain intertwined, creating a complex tapestry that only time could fully unravel.
Loki listened attentively, his gaze never leaving your face as you shared the intricate details of your past relationship. The room seemed to hang in suspended animation, as if time itself had slowed to accommodate the weight of your words.
"Ah, the enigmatic dance of love and its inevitable changes," Loki mused, his tone tinged with a hint of understanding. "It's a story told many times in the grand tapestry of existence. Love, so tender and beautiful, can also be a catalyst for transformation, for better or worse."
You nodded in agreement, acknowledging the complexity of human emotions and relationships. "Indeed, Loki. Love has the power to lift us to unimaginable heights, but it can also reveal our vulnerabilities and flaws."
Loki leaned forward, his eyes locked onto yours with a profound curiosity. "And how did it feel when you made that decision, to part ways with someone you once loved deeply?"
Your gaze drifted, as if searching for the right words to convey the mix of emotions that had accompanied your choice. "It was heart-wrenching," you admitted, your voice carrying a raw honesty. "Ending a relationship that once brought so much joy is never easy. But it also felt liberating, like I was taking control of my own happiness once more."
Loki nodded in understanding, a contemplative silence enveloping the room. "Life is a journey of growth and change," he remarked, his eyes reflecting a depth of wisdom. "And sometimes, we must part ways with the past to step into an uncertain but hopeful future."
As you continued your conversation with Loki, the discussion wove a tapestry of shared experiences and emotions, creating a connection that transcended the confines of the room and delved into the very essence of human existence.
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Loki x Reader
Fanfiction[Smut] It's winter season. Most of New York is covered in snow. You thought spending some time alone, but that was not what Loki intended to do with your time.
