The ball in Asgard's golden palace was, as usual, dazzling, sparkling, and alive with ringing laughter, vibrant attire, and tiny magical fireworks that adorned the wine glasses.
Loki was animatedly and cheerfully chatting with Thor and Sif, while I sat nearby, sipping that very same wine with its colorful firework bursts. I sat there, lost in thought about how, in a single moment, your life can turn 180 degrees—swiftly and without warning. All my life, from the conscious age of six, I had believed that my prince charming would be a tall, fair-haired, and incomparable knight of Asgard. But everything turned out differently.
I was no seer and had never consulted one, so it was hard for me to predict—or even comprehend—that the person with whom I would eventually choose to share my insanely long life would be someone entirely different. A man with a mane of jet-black hair, a mischievous smile, and a distinctly different outlook on life.
Before him, I woke up every day dreaming of someone completely different. But as it turned out, while you may dream of one person, happiness finds you with another.
Loki laughed loudly and glanced at me. Our eyes met, and he flashed me a smile so devilishly warm and tender that my heart skipped a beat. I blew him a kiss and took another sip from my shimmering glass.
Perhaps it was in that very moment that I understood what love truly was. That I loved Loki.
A beautiful melody, one of Midgard's songs, echoed through the hall.
"Will you still love me
When I'm no longer young and beautiful?"
As I watched a happy Loki, listening to his joyful laughter, I was certain that he loved me too. That he would love me in sorrow and joy, in wealth and poverty, in sickness and in health, young and old—or however that Midgardian vow went, the one that promised not even death could part two lovers.
"What is the most beautiful woman in the world thinking about?" Loki's playful voice pulled me from the sweet abyss of memories.
Moving closer, the man sat beside me and kissed the top of my head, to which I could only respond with a soft smirk.
"Hmm..." I drawled, "I was just remembering the moment I realized I loved you."
"And when did you realize you loved me?" Loki asked quietly, tenderly wrapping an arm around my waist and resting his hands on my rounded belly.
"At that ball celebrating Asgard's salvation."
"Do you know when I realized you were my first and only love?"
"Mmm..." I hummed, trying to press my back more firmly against the man I adored.
"The first time you said my name."
I let out a surprised chuckle and looked at Loki.
"How so?"
"It's simple. In a lifetime, your name is spoken billions of times by millions of people. But only one person can say it in a way that feels extraordinary—making your heart beat even faster."
"Loki..."
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IMAGINES: LOKI x READER
FanfictionA collection of short stories about Loki and his love, about adventures and life. One-shot imagines which I have written for Loki (Loki/Original Female Character). From time to time I will add new stories to this collection.
