His True Kingdom

Chapter Eleven - Silver Plate:

You parked your new shiny car inside your garage. It was too fancy for you to leave it outside. You grabbed on few of the many bags Loki had put in the trunk. You two headed inside and went upstairs.

"I suppose you could stay in the room across mine, if you wish" you said as Loki already passed you by to go to your room. He came to an abrupt stop.

"Oh, right" he said with a dull expression and headed back towards the other room. What was he thinking? He'd stay with you in your room? Nonsense! You followed him and left his bags in his room with a sigh.

"Hey ____(y/n), uhm, thanks... for the clothes" Loki said, keeping his eyes away from you.

"No problem..."

"And what was your friend talking about? What party?" Loki started taking out his clothes from the bags, laying them on the bed.

"It's nothing. I am done with all the classes I need to take from that college. So I technically graduate and there's a graduation party" you said with grief.

"I don't suppose you wish to go"

"No, not really. I just don't like... dancing" you admitted with a faint blush on your face.

"Oh, I see" he seemed thoughtful.

"Well, good night Loki" you told him softly.

"It's Mike for short" he teased you with a smile on his face.

"You're so... unusual" you left his room and headed to yours, thinking how unbelievable he was.

You had your meal with very few fries thanks to Loki. You changed into your night gown and got in your bed—lying down in the position the moment you first saw him. Your broad imagination placed him in front of you just the way he sat by you the first time you saw his face. His outsider look was nowhere to be found now. As much as you tried to hide the feelings, you were aware of the way you felt with him around. You felt... alive. This was a remarkable feeling for someone who escaped death's grasp just recently. You had no rational explanation for your comfort. And again, there was no explanation for the feeling that was conquering your lungs. You felt... scared and it was plastered in your heart now. The more you tried to silence your heart the more it was shouting. A small part of your heart was planted with a seed of hope—that Loki could change. It was straight up crazy to think that, you already knew. But you could see him. You could see his pain, his problem. He needed acceptance, he simply needed love. You knew how that felt; you knew how it felt not to receive those as well. No matter how much he'd claim to be so different, a part of him was very human in existence. His new look made him look completely anew, why could that not spread into his mind as well? Why did he need a goddamn throne to sit on? You shook your head and looked around your room. You were scared in the darkness. No... that was crazy. How could you even think about that? It was silly. No, you wouldn't. You wouldn't call him to your room, right?

You got up from your bed and tiptoed to his room. You slowly pushed the door—only to find Loki sitting on the bed and staring out the window. You were busted. He slowly turned his head to look at you. He was wearing one of the black sweatpants he bought today. He had no shirt; the moonlight was shining on his perfect porcelain skin through the window. Your eyes locked, his eyes felt bluer to you.

"What's the matter?" he said coldly.

"Can't seem to sleep" you murmured and headed inside the room and stood by his bed.

"The moon comes out like this every night?" Loki asked and turned to look at the silver ball in the sky.

"Not every night..." you said, looking at the big silver plate of crates.

"Shame" he whispered briefly. You sat by him and pulled the blinds up completely. The light escaped into every part of the room.

"No, it's actually better" you asserted.

"Because if it were to come out every night then, it wouldn't be as beautiful as it is tonight" you put your elbow on the ledge of the window and rested your head on your hand—staring into the moon deeply.

"Do you miss your home?" you asked, captured by the moon's beauty. However, Loki was staring at you instead.

"I don't have one" his voice broke off. You turned to face Loki. His slightly short, curled auburn hair was shining under the light—but his eyes captured you instead because you could spot pain in them very easily.

"Don't say that" you whispered. Loki turned his gaze upon the moon again.

"If I knew I never had one all along, perhaps it wouldn't hurt as much. But to think I had one, and then to see that I never had it..." he clinched his teeth. You could see agony coming alive in his tensed face.

"So now you will terrorize everything around you because you never had one. You will destroy others' worlds because you never had one. Destroying others won't give you what you never had"

"Then what will?"

"I don't know the answer yet. If I'd known, I wouldn't have been in the situation I was in a couple days ago..." you sighed.

"You do seem quite content though, _____(y/n)" Loki stared.

"Only because I now have hope, a possibility to reverse everything" you pleaded.

"I cannot reverse anything" Loki looked down at his hands. Whenever he seemed down, he'd look at his hands. You didn't understand why.

"No you can't. But you don't have to make it worse"

"What do you suggest? I am tied up, I don't have a choice. I'll either be imprisoned for life or be killed. What other choice do I have but this? I need to finish what I started" Loki's anger vanished, left its place to sadness.

"There's always a choice Loki" you looked into his eyes with hope.

"It's Mike" he said smiling.

"You fool!" you said and threw the pillow closest to you in his face, laughing. He laughed with you.

"I guess I will go to bed now" you grunted and pushed yourself up from the bed.

"I actually came here to ask you to... stay in my room tonight." You quickly realized how wrong that sounded and gasped.

"I mean, bringing your mattress... I just feel scared for some reason. Like someone is going to try to snitch me out from my room" you blushed with the idea of Loki in your bed. Loki stared at you, his eyebrows curled.

"Alright" he softly said and got up.

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Loki placed his mattress on the ground near your bed. You were awkwardly higher than him but you'd be okay as long as he was in the room, no matter where he was standing. You'd be okay if he sat on the TV table at this point. You both lied down in your places. Loki seemed like he was tangled in his mind, it was completely reflected on his face.

"Good night" you let out the words so softly it was barely a whisper.

"Night" Loki said without looking at you, he was staring into the wall or possibly your desk; you just couldn't make it out. His thoughtful disposition slightly worried you. You stared at him as long as you could before you no longer were able to resist sleep.