Loki and Thranduil Imagines

I will not k...(Loki X Reader)

You leaned against the railing as you let out one long sigh. The heavy feeling in your heart won't go away no matter how much you tried to entertain yourself.

It was cold.

So cold.

You wrapped your arms around your body in attempt to make yourself warm. But the action seemed useless. You still cold. The morning sun shyly peeked over the horizon. Casting yellow orange-ish light across the skies.
You ran your now thin hand through your silky hair.

"How...how can I tell him?" you murmured.

You were afraid to tell him. You knew that this will broke his heart. His face flashed in your mind. His pale beautiful chiselled face, his piercing yet playfull emerald eyes. And of course you does not love him because of his face but because of his very being.

Eventhough people always call him names, saying vile things about him but you know it's not true. The boy you know from your childhood were far from that. He just misunderstood. He have a big heart underneath of all trickeries and lies he told.

But you remember what he once told the gossiping people.

"You need to know what thing, lies is born from the truth."

And you agreed with him. Without all the truth, how can you spin all of those lies?

And you about to spin one.

"Darling, I'm home." A soft velvet voice broke you out your stupor.

You gasped and blinked rapidly before you quickly ran inside to greet your husband.

"Loki." you gathered him into your warm embrace.

He chuckled when you suddenly attacked him into a hug. He hugged you back and inhaled into your scent.

"How are you doing my love?" He tucked a stray hair at the back of your ear. You blushed at the simple gesture.

"I'm fine." He gave you a worried look.

"Are you sure my darling?"

"Yes I am." you turned away. Aware of your current condition.
He put a finger to your chin and turned your face to him.

"Look at me. And don't you dare lie to me (Y/N). You look pale and-"

"Say the one who always pale."

He ignored you. " Your lips chapped."

You pursed you lips. "Alright...it's just a fever. "

"Really?" there was something in his voice.

"Really." you hugged him again. "You need not to worry Loki. I'm fine. A mere fever won't do any harm to me."

He sighed. "If you say so darling."

You smiled. "Now, go take a bath. You smell like a bildgesnipewaste."

Loki eyes turned wide. "Why you-" He tackled you and carried you in a bridal style.

"Loki!" you exclaimed in surprise.

He grinned down to you and walked to the bathroom.

"Bath with me. "

"But I just have a-"

Long short story. It turned out into a , ahem, a steamy bath.

~*~

You sat in front of the of the mirror while brushing your hair. Your condition was not in a tip top condition. It worsened woth each day passing. Your chapped lips now faded in colour and your pale complexion seemed to be parmenant. Your cheeks bones now more pronounce than ever. Your thin hands shaking ever so slightly. Your eyes glossy and distant. You having a hard time to focu on your surrounding. You kept lost in your mind. Thinking.