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

Chapter 6

"You know, brother, you should simply tell her."

"It doesn't work that way! I can't 'simply tell her'!"

"Why not?"

Loki had just rolled his eyes to this. About two weeks ago he had admitted to his brother that he liked Y/n. Which was, in short, a mistake. Loki should've known that Thor would never be quiet about something like this, and was even slightly shocked as to how she hadn't figured it out by now, considering how his brother kept nudging him whenever they saw the young girl and discussed about her and Loki in a voice way louder than his already loud voice.

"If you need me," Loki said instead, "I'll be in my room."

"Oh, wait, brother!" Loki stopped. "Y/n was looking for you," Thor said with a barely concealed laugh. Loki conjured a dagger and threw it towards him. Thor caught it with ease.

"Be careful, brother, or that dagger will find its way to your gut," Loki threatened before turning towards his bedroom.

Loki knew, deep down, that Thor was right. His brother had more experience with girls, not that Loki didn't, but still, it was his brother that girls swooned over. Loki, while walking to his room, had let his mind wander on the way, thinking mostly about her. How should he tell her, like his brother had suggested, in the first place? Yes, he had thought about this every single day. Y/n was entering what must be 20s in Midgardian age, which meant that her mother and uncle would soon begin to look for someone to be her husband. The thought had made Loki squirm internally.

He needn't wait long for an opportunity to confess. Just as he took a turn to his right to head to his room, he saw her walking down the same corridor, possibly to her own room which was a little further ahead.

Just tell her! Loki's mind was having a raging battle inside. One part of him told him to tell her, while the other insisted that he shouldn't. His heart hammered loudly and painfully in his chest.

His emerald green eyes met her brilliant blue ones. A soft smile spread across her lips.

"Hi," she had said. He returned the greeting to her, gazing intently at her delicate features, her soft skin, her long, chestnut brown hair. "Are you okay?" Her eyebrows crept together. It was then that Loki realized that he had been staring.

"Yes," he said, trying to look anywhere else but at her, trying to look as if the floor was the most interesting thing he'd seen in his entire 1047 years of life.

"You don't seem okay." She had replied. "You barely speak with me now. You've been avoiding me."

Loki scoffed. "Why would I be avoiding you? I've simply been busy."

"Doing what?"

"None of your business." He smirked playfully. In truth, though, he really had been avoiding her, because he was afraid he would mess up. Every time he saw her his heart would beat loudly and butterflies would erupt in his stomach. He tried his best to hide this, however, through his playful and witty remarks.

"You haven't been busy, I know that, because I see you every day doing absolutely nothing. So, it is absolutely my business to know why you've been avoiding me." She paused. "Did I do something?" she added softly.

Yes, he wanted to say. Yes, you did. You make me feel so different and so special. You're my missing piece, the other half of my soul. I never want to spend another moment without you. I want you to hold my hand lovingly and kiss me. I want to spend every day and night in your presence. I can't stop thinking about you. You haunt my every thought, every dream, every nightmare. I want to be with you till the day I die.

But he didn't. He just shook his head.

"Then? What is it?" her soft voice washed over him like the gentle waves of the sea.

"Nothing."

"Don't lie to me, Loki. You've taught me very well how to spot one."

He chuckled. "You dare use my own tricks against me?"

She had smiled back. "Yes, I do. You're changing the topic, Trickster. You know I'm not gonna leave you alone until you tell me."

Trickster. He loved that nickname. She had called him that since the first day they had met. It would make him blush. But now, it felt intimate, secret; a word she used for him and him only.

"Tell meeee."

"No," he said, teasing.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes playfully. "So stubborn."

He smirked. "You know me so well."

"That I do." She had folded her arms and gazed at him intently, her cornflower blue eyes meeting his bright green ones. "What happened? Did someone do something?" she said quietly. "Do I need to go torture them?" She walked over to his side and placed her arm gently on his shoulders. The contact made his heart race, but he showed no emotion on his face.

"It's nothing, Y/n, I told you."

"Loki, I have trusted you since the moment we met and I know you trust me too." She said. "So I can tell when something's wrong, Lokes, and I can also tell when you're hiding it from me, okay?"

"What if it's something I don't want to tell you?"

She remained silent, not knowing how to respond to that. "Sorry," she mumbled. "I just- I just wanted to know if you're okay."

Loki could hear her heart shatter. He knew that she felt terrible. And that was clearly not how he wanted her to feel. It made him feel terrible too. Mostly because it was his fault.

He wrapped his arms around her, giving her a gentle hug. "I am okay, and that's because I have you."

Maybe he would tell her one day. But this day had not been the time hewould.