I Thought You Loved Me - Loki x fem!reader [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 2

Y/n and Loki were best friends.

She had come from a place far, far away- her mother Freya's Hall of the Slain, Folkvanger. Although she never spoke of it, the few centuries she spent there were not fun. She disliked speaking of it. Whenever someone would ask why she left her 'home' and went to Vanaheim before coming to Asgard, her answer would always be the same- 'My uncle Frey has the knowledge to use runes. I was sent there to learn some basics before coming here to learn from Her Highness Frigga.' That was, however, only partially true. There was only one person she did tell. Loki.

He was a shoulder to cry on for her. Someone to trust, to tell anything and everything. Someone with a patient ear who would listen. And in many ways, she was too, for him.

If one would look at the two, he or she would think them to be as far apart as the two poles of the earth. But that was wrong. They were so similar in so many ways. Perhaps that's why they became friends in the first place. Because they understood each other when no one else did. They say that opposites attract. Well, not in this case.

They were never seen without the other. Like two halves of a whole. They felt incomplete without the other. It was impossible to separate the two.

One sunny day, she was curled up in her room with her favorite book. He was outside, down in the fields with his brother, training in different fighting techniques. And every so often she would snatch glances of him training. Her lessons with Frigga were fun, and of course there was nothing she liked more than lying on her bed with a good book. Except for the time she spent with him.

Loki had barged into her room an hour or so later and quickly explained that how he had made Thor promise not to knock him flat in the sparring ring, and how that was all quickly forgotten when he saw Sif that morning while they were fighting in the ring and therefore needed revenge on him. She laughed and together they devised a nice, fool-proof plan. After all, everyone knew that Thor loved snakes.

So that evening, Y/n ensured that Thor would find Loki the Snake, and laughed merrily seeing Thor getting tricked by their simple yet effective plan. 'You two are quite cunning,' he had remarked, slightly agitated at the small dagger protruding his back. There was no need to worry, of course, as he was used to being stabbed by Loki at least twice a week.

It was a few weeks later. Y/n was nowhere to be seen. After some searching Loki found her locked in her bedroom refusing to let anyone in. But Loki, being Loki, easily picked the lock and went inside to find her in the corner of her room with tears streaming down her cheeks.

He was quite concerned seeing her like this, as he had never seen her cry before. Locking the door once again, he rushed over to her and wrapped his arms around her small shoulders, giving her a small hug. 'What is it? What happened?' he had asked softly.

And she told him. Told him how in Folkvanger, the people would bully her. Would yell mean names that should not be repeated. Would shame her, call her 'fat', and 'ugly'. The real reason she went to Vanaheim and lived with her uncle Frey. And how even in Asgard some hurt her with their cruel words. How it reminded her of her 'home' and made her feel upset all over again.

He had gently wiped the tears away from her chin, tucking in a strand of her long, silky brown hair behind her ear and looked at her bright blue eyes. He had told her how those people didn't matter, how they were nothing, just (here he had said something that made her laugh and say 'Loki!', slightly blushing.). He had said that she did look beautiful to him, which made her look up at him.

'Do you really think so?' she had asked.

Loki had smiled. 'Of course I do.'