Everything || Loki x Reader

⇝ Chapter Fifteen

"Prince Loki, huh?" you ask as you transform back to your normal self--the one without the overwhelming anxiety since you're finally alone with Loki even though there are probably guards around every corner.

"Prince indeed. You look lovely, by the way," he replies as you swing your intertwined hands between your bodies.

"Thank you, my Prince," you mock in a posh accent.

"Do not start with that again," Loki groans, but can't help letting out a low chuckle.

"I thought you liked being called Prince and King."

"Yes, by other people. It's more seductive coming out of your mouth," he says.

You throw your head back, laughing your ass off, not expecting that type of answer from the God of Mischief.

"I'll remember that."

"You better."

The two of you share a laugh and playfully shove each other. You have to be careful as to not trip over your dress, so you're attempting to hold it up with one hand.

"Was standing in the Throne Room that bad?" Loki asks after five minutes of messing around.

"It was horrifying, especially when your mother was standing right in front of me. I would have fainted if it wasn't for you being there," you reply honestly.

"That is good to hear," he says.

"For your ego?"

"Precisely."

"At least we'll be next to each other at the dinner, but I can't promise I won't faint," you say.

"If you faint, I will be there to catch you," Loki promises with a suddenly serious face as he stops at a door.

"I know," you mutter, looking up at him.

Loki leans down and captures your lips. These past few days of being together as a couple may have only been, well, a few days, but you can swear that this man, this God, is your soulmate. You have never met anyone like him, even with his past and faults, underneath it all, there's this thick layer of perfection. Perfection not in the sense that he's flawless, but perfection because he isn't perfect.

He's beautifully imperfect and you love it.

You're like an addiction to Loki. Every look you send his way does something to him. Those emotions that died within him along time ago newly ignite as if the butterflies magically come back to life. He may be able to conjure up illusions and images, but you are a type of magic that he cannot grasp and he loves every second of it.

These thoughts crash to both of you like a tidal wave and you separate your mouths, but keep your eyes closed, merely savoring the realization of the moment. You stay in each other's embrace until simultaneously opening your eyelids and yours meet with his emerald eyes and his with your (E/C) eyes.

No words are spoken and Loki instead gently holds your hand and leads you into the garden after opening the door. The scenery, like everything in the palace, is incredible and way bigger than it should be.

There are fountains and a rainbow pallet of flowers all around the area, plants you've never seen before and gravel paths going all different directions throughout the garden. You can even spot some type of outdoor fireplace spot in the center.

"It's beautiful," you say.

"Not as-"

"Don't."

You roll your eyes and Loki just stares down at you with an adoring expression. You stroll through the gardens until passing a patch of white roses. Loki reaches down and plucks on from it's roots and holds it between your bodies until you take it.

"A white rose, huh?" you ask, twirling it between your fingers seeing as there are no thorns.

"Indeed."

You stand on your toes and still have to tug his head down to your lips for a quick peck.

"You're a sweetheart," you say.

"Don't."

Laughing together once more, you both begin walking back to the exit of the garden and see Arvilla standing there with a wide smile.

"Dinner is ready, please follow me," she says, turning and leading the way to the dining hall.

Unsurprisingly, Loki is back to his stoic self which is a regular thing now, but you can't complain because his laughs and smiles are reserved for you. Even when he looks down with that scowl, he can't help but grin at you. Only you.

It's a long walk to the dining hall, but the same thing occurs that did at the Throne Room. When you enter, Odin and Frigga are already seated at the heads of the table and Thor and Jane are beginning to take their seats in the middle on the sides.

Arvilla takes your flower from you and you nod in thanks. You walk with Loki over to the other side of the table across from Thor and Jane. Loki pulls your seat out and waits for you to sit before taking his own seat.

Shit, you think as the anxiety hits you again and your legs start shaking under the table.

Loki looks over and instantly knows what's happening, so he gingerly places his hand on your thigh. You relax under his touch and put your own hand over his.

Someone clears their throat and your heads whip up to see the others watching you and Loki interact. Loki grumbles at them and Frigga grins.

"(Y/N), was it?" Frigga asks politely and you nod nervously. "I see my son has taking quite the liking to you."

"Mother," Loki says, knowing having this conversation in front of the others will only make you more uncomfortable. "Can we please eat and talk about this another time?"

"Fine, fine," she dismisses as the food is brought out and placed in front of everyone.

The dinner is silent and you eat gratefully. The food isn't too different from Earth's, it's just made with different ingredients. You notice Loki not sparing a moment at digging into his plate, probably because he missed having traditional dishes from his home.

Dinner soon ends and Loki takes you from the dining hall as quickly as he can to avoid questions from his mother. You make it back to his chambers and he closes and locks the door behind him.