A Changed Man (A Loki fan fiction)

Danielle's POV

(Just want to thank all of you reading this :D)

The light from the window seemed to dance on the floor. I was just laying on his bed and staring at it when I heard the door. I didn't want to tear my eyes away from it, but I forced myself. 

"Hey!" I smiled at Loki. "Any news?"

"Danielle..." he seemed to hesitate to say something. 

"Your mother doesn't like me.." I finished for him. I mean what else could it be!? I knew she didn't like me since she spoke to me about Loki. 

"How did you know?"

"I took a guess." I sat up straight on the bed, making room for him to sit. "Loki, I dont want you to go against anybody's wishes. It's not fair that you give up everything here for me."

"There you go again..." he said with a frown. Okay, he hated this subject. "I said I want you, it doesn't matter how many dissaprove. I know you. I know who you are."

I didnt say anything. What was I supposed to say!? He sat down on the bed and a book appeared in his hands. 

Okay, he's just going to read and ignore me now?

Okay Danny, dont be such a crybaby, its no big deal.

"Im sorry...." I said. "I just dont want to be the reason you leave everything you are."

"Danielle.... do you love me for who I am or who I am with you?"

Wow, thats deep. And totally unexpected. 

"Who you are with me..." i said. I saw something in his face change. I continued. "Because with me, you're you. Nothing to hide. The complete you."

He made this confused expression that was so adorable, I leaned to him and kissed his cheek. He still had the expression. 

"What's wrong, Thomas!?" I joked, remembering the face he made when he didn't know how to put on the tie before going for that dull party.

"Its just something my Father told me." Loki said. "If you love me for who I am, that's something..."

"I do love who you are. With me, you are who you are. There isin't anything un-natural. Ofcourse, excluding the fact that you are a god." I smiled. "You are MY god..." 

He gave me the little boy grin again, his eyes sparkling as if he had mischeif in mind. "I'm your god, yes...." he kissed me, deep and passionate. His hand was on my waist and the other was in my hair... gently pulling it. "Yours..." he whispered, barely, in my ear and I wanted to scream with pleasure.