It is currently the 22nd of December, and the festive spirit of Christmas is rapidly approaching.
You turned to Loki, your voice imbued with a sense of anticipation as you contemplated the upcoming festivities. "I shall need to procure some gifts," you mused. "I suspect it shan't consume much of my time. However, I implore you to remain at home, for the city is presently inundated with the hustle and bustle of holiday shoppers, and I'd rather not contend with the throngs and your presence simultaneously."
Loki, ever the mischievous one, couldn't resist a quip. "Perhaps enlisting a giant's assistance would aid in clearing your path through the masses," he remarked with a sly grin.
But your resolve was firm. "I have already made my decision, Loki," you declared firmly. With a sense of purpose, you retrieved your car keys, their metallic coolness resonating in your hand, and made your way to the garage, leaving Loki in solitary contemplation.
Loki's POV:
Loki pondered to himself, "What might I do to entertain myself in this moment?" His keen eyes scanned the kitchen, the very place where the recent conversation had taken place. The prospect of cooking or baking seemed unexciting; it wouldn't provide the diversion he sought.
With a sense of curiosity, he moved to the living room, surveying its contents with a discerning eye. But nothing within seemed to captivate him. As he mulled over ways to occupy himself, an intriguing notion took hold. What secrets might you, like many, be concealing? "Every person, especially a woman, hides something," Loki murmured to himself, his voice a mere whisper as he began his ascent up the staircase.
Upon reaching your bedroom, he found himself at your nightstand, the repository of your most intimate possessions. With cautious fingers, he began to explore, wondering what mysteries might be hidden within its depths.
As Loki cautiously opened the drawers of your nightstand, he uncovered an assortment of personal items - photographs, letters, and a delicate, ornate box nestled in the corner. His eyes gleamed with intrigue, and he decided to delve further into the enigma that was you.
The photographs, faded with time and well-worn, offered glimpses into your past. In one, you were captured in the throes of laughter on a sunny beach, your joy infectious even in the frozen image. Another showed you in a cap and gown, exuding pride and accomplishment at a graduation ceremony. Loki couldn't help but wonder about the stories behind these frozen moments of your life.
The letters, neatly tied together with a ribbon, appeared to be a collection of handwritten notes, their words written with care and emotion. Loki began to read one, and his eyes widened as he discovered heartfelt expressions of love, friendship, and even some with hints of hidden regrets. It was as if he had stumbled upon a treasure trove of your deepest emotions and connections.
The most intriguing discovery, however, was the ornate box. It was locked, and Loki couldn't resist the temptation to find out what it concealed. With a mixture of curiosity and excitement, he used his nimble fingers to pick the lock. The box opened with a soft click, revealing a compartment filled with keepsakes, each one seemingly more mysterious than the last. Among them, there was a small vial of shimmering dust, a locket with an intricate design, and a tiny, leather-bound journal.
Loki's mind raced with questions. What were these items, and why did you keep them hidden away? As he examined each piece, he couldn't help but feel that he was on the cusp of uncovering secrets that might change everything he thought he knew about you. The air was thick with anticipation, and Loki couldn't resist the urge to continue his quest for understanding.
Loki, ever the trickster, couldn't resist a sly grin as he inspected the vial of shimmering dust. "What have we here?" he mused with a raised eyebrow. He wondered if it might be some sort of enchanted pixie dust, capable of granting him extraordinary abilities, or perhaps it held a more intriguing, sensual purpose.
YOU ARE READING
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.
