Life with Loki - short stories

To Win Her Golden Heart

Summary: He knew it was to be, so he stayed patient, which was just what you needed.
Rating: Mature.
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Note: S U R P R I S E. I'm not committing to posting back here often, I just wanted to share this as — guess who just offered two publishing contracts from UK publishers!! (For my fiction work). It all started with writing about Loki of course, so to celebrate, I am sharing this random double upload today (I will post some Loki-Monster sex next).
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If there was one thing that he absolutely loved about you, it was the way you loved yourself. Somehow, it meant so much more when you let him care for you, because he knew that you didn't need his care, that you would be content enough with preforming such acts of care for yourself instead, but it was the fact that you let him serve you, let him hold you, and let him love you.

You always put yourself first, not matter what, and he was a close second, that was what stood out to him about you originally. You were a woman of certainty; certain within yourself and about yourself. No matter how your world was looking around you, and even on those days where you would let those tears fall and snuggle up against his chest, you always held that knowing within, that certainty. It was alluring, captivating, which was how he felt as soon as he properly met you. If you didn't like something you didn't just agree along with it to satisfy another, you simply commented that you didn't like it, that you didn't agree. You didn't care if waves were made, as long as you were true to yourself. There was such a gravity about you, and especially in times when he felt that his head was floating, his mind unwontedly dissociating away, that gravity of yours would help him come back down to earth. You didn't even have to be in the same building for him to feel that gravity, he would only have to think of you to feel that grounding.

He knew he wanted to be yours as soon as he saw you. You were perfect, so identical to the perfect partner he had imagined. What wasn't so thrilling was your condition of taking it slow on the emotional front in the beginning. It was too casual for his liking, but he understood where you were coming from, you were certain that you didn't want to rush into a commitment with anyone. You had told him that when you were committed, you were the most loyal partner ever, but you weren't ready for that just yet. And even when he had an inkling that you were spending casual nights with other people that weren't him, he stayed patient, because to him, you were the prize, the prize he had longed for. At first, he attempted to talk to others, but no conversation was as good as the one's were with you, as they all lacked that gravity. No one else was attractive to him anymore, it was just you, only you. So, he stopped even attempting to make other connections, as there was no point when he knew who he wanted to be with, when you were ready of course.

When you were in each other's company, you made him feel like the only man in the world. He got glimpses into what being your partner would be like. You didn't ask him to leave right away, you would both embrace each other, chat and laugh, gaze into each other's eyes and then he would always take such a great pleasure in washing every inch of you in the shower, but eventually, you did ask him to leave, never sharing a full night. When he would leave, he wondered how it was so possible for you to be so casually intimate, whereas he felt himself falling deeper into his growing love for you every time he saw you or even your name appearing on his phone. Love and you were the same being within his mind, it was if you radiated the feeling through everything you did and said, even your very first message to him had a digital kiss at the end. He would wonder if you were craving him as badly and as often as he was of you, because there you were, within his every second thought. Songs would remind him of you, even certain words would remind him of you, your favourite words. It was if you had seeped into his every pore, and he loved it.

He remembers when he began to raise the subject, in small ways to start and usually through puffed breath as you both took each other towards orgasmic heights. But his words for so long had double meanings. "I love this", "you feel so perfect around me", "I think about you all the time, the way you taste, the way you feel". One day, when he popped over on your lunch break whilst you were working from home, as you straddled his lap upon the sofa, as you nestled your face into the dip of his defined neck, he had said—

"Let's just do it. You and me".

"Loki, we talked about this, honey. You agreed".

You had been right, he did agree. But he wanted you, he wanted to be yours, and you his. He wanted to take you out to dinner and show you off. He wanted others to feel jealousy at seeing him with you, knowing that he was the one to take you off the dating market. His gifts started becoming more and more. He often brought flowers with him, not every time, but most times he would go to yours, but then they became more; he began sending larger bouquets from the florist on random days or showing up with a candle from the range you loved, or even simply your favourite type of coffee and cake from a nearby cafe. He had always loved spoiling you, even when he knew that he wasn't yours, and despite you telling him that he didn't need to do such things, he assured you that he loved buying these things for you and would affirm that you deserved to be treated like the Goddess that you were. He stayed patient, because again, you were certain and clear with your boundaries, and he loved that. In his past, it was so easy for him to instantly get what he wanted from any woman or man he had desired, but with you, you marched to your own powerful tune, at your own pace.

You had always been so caring and loving to him whilst he was with you, always. It was honestly addicting just how calm and soothed he felt with you, not to mention the high euphoria you both created together with the most powerful orgasms he had ever experienced in his long life.
But then, one day during a lunch visit, there was a change as soon as you opened the door, in the way you looked at him, in the way you reached out to him. You two didn't even have sex during that hour, you both just sat with coffee, with your legs draped over his knees as he rubbed your feet with his free hand. He felt different when he returned to work that day. He always felt like he would leave yours in a warm golden bubble, but that day, something had shifted. Perhaps it was also the night not long after that, when you rung him after a stressful day.

"I'm not disrupting you, am I?".

"Most definitely not. This is a lovely surprise, darling".

That certainty, that solid knowing within you was still there, it was just things had naturally shifted, as he too felt. You had always known that you and he would be a very long-term thing, but you needed a soft launch into it, and that was ok. That night, when you were nakedly entangled after a passionate round, his long, slender frame was curved up behind your soft body. "Turn to me, before I go". He always loved having you lay on his chest, he always needed to look down and see your satisfied smile before he took his routined leave. As he soaked in the feeling of you: of your ample leg over his thighs, of your hand upon his firm chest, of your head nestled under his defined jawline, that's when the shift was defined.

"Stay", you had whispered against his paled skin.

"Are you sure?", he asked, knowing of your usual boundary of never sleeping next to another.

"Yes", you affirmed as your eyes had opened, as you peered up to his gaze. "Let's do it".

That was the best sleep of Loki's life, and every other sleep that he shared with you. Finally, he had won your golden heart, and every second of those months had been worth it, as he knew it would be. And forever Loki stayed in love and admiration of you and your self-certainty, and you stayed in love and admiration of his patience.