➳ Oh, Well Imagine Marvel➳ FINISHED

•Hello My Old Heart~Loki•

Hello, my old heart,
How have you been?
Are you still there inside my chest?
I've been so worried,
You've been so still,
Barely beating at all.

Loki had conditioned himself into not feeling, he liked to think his heart was frozen solid. He didn't have a problem convincing himself of that until you came along, and at first the pounding in his chest went unnoticed. Then one day he saw you utterly annihilate Thor in training and it was simply too much to ignore.
But there was no way he could succumb to this feeling - emotions put him at risk and his heart just didn't have room for another scar.
When he saw you that day though, angry and broken and just like him, how was he supposed to contain himself? Your boyfriend had cheated on you, and you seemed to be taking it really well, until you got back to the tower anyways.
There was crashing and screaming and angry tears, the kind you get when all the held-back rage takes up too much space and the water just has to come out. It made Loki's chest close up seeing you like that, knowing someone was able to hurt you that badly. He didn't want this petty human to go unpunished while you sat around your room, crying and thinking something was wrong with you.

Oh, don't leave me here alone.
Don't tell me that we've grown for having loved a little while.
Oh, I don't want to be alone.
I want to find a home, and I want to share it with you.

You wouldn't let him. He was about to walk out that door and replace that smug grin on your ex's face with a blood stained grimace when you put your hand on his chest and held him back. He would have stormed out anyways, if your eyes weren't so heavy in the back of his head. He couldn't leave you looking at him like that, the whole reason he loved you was because you didn't give him that look. The pity and concern that he would go off the deep end and wreck the world again.
He stayed because if you looked at him with that swirl of doubt everyone else seemed to have in him, it really meant there was no going back for him. No redemption, which he also wouldn't have cared about had he not met you. The thought raced through his head that you were terribly bad for him, but he couldn't bring himself to get away.

Hello, my old heart,
It's been so long.
Since I've given you away.
Every day I add another stone
To the walls I've built around you
To keep you safe.

In any other circumstance, he would be disgusted to be so closely associated to a Midguardian. But this was you, you weren't just a Human, you were beautiful. Like a perfect line in a book or the golden engravings on the throne he yearned to rule. You were the crown he would don, the very same circlet he had been owed since his birth.
The more he seemed to think of this, the more he realized how much he needed you. Because now, despite his best efforts, the throne and the crown meant nothing to him. He would throw it all away for you if you asked him to. Seeing the shine in your smile would always be more rewarding that the glint of golden rims and silver lining. You were worth more than all the treasure Asgard could ever dream of, you were just so much riskier than all of his plans to hold Asgard in the palm of his hand.

Oh, don't leave me here alone.
Don't tell me that we've grown for having loved a little while.
Oh, I don't want to be alone.
I want to find a home, and I want to share it with you.

Maybe he could trust himself enough to let you in. What was the worst that could happen?
You could hurt him. Like Odin, like Thor. Like everyone always did.
But would you? Loki liked to think he had known you long enough to tell, and every single time he caught you smiling his way he was filled with this elated feeling that maybe, just maybe, you didn't have it in you. It didn't take a god to see you had a heart like a furnace, though Loki knew what playing with fire got you.
He had to keep reminding himself that fire and ice don't mix together, but it never seemed to stick the way your voice did when you called his name.

Hello, my old heart,
how have you been?
How is it being locked away?
Don't you worry.
In there you're safe.
And it's true, you'll never beat,
But you'll never break.

"You know what this calls for?" You called from across the room, hand fiddling with the stereo in front of you.
"What?" Loki asked gloomily, still angry and moping about being held back. You pushed a button and music blared from the speakers across the tower.
"A dance party! Get you're bony ass over here Loki!" You shouted over the bass, hopping on top of the coffee table and shaking your hips. You probably looked ridiculous, but you were beyond caring. Loki needed some cheering up and so did you, so you were gonna dance your heart out and have a good laugh about it in the process. It's not like you were gonna get over your ex by sitting around and staring at pictures, you needed to push him out of your system, and that's exactly what you were going to do.
After busting out some of your sick moves, you opened your eyes and watched a smirk break open on Loki's pale face, making you smile too. He liked seeing you carefree, you spent too many hours a day being tense and ready to kill anything that Fury pointed at. It was refreshing to see you already wiping the bad from your mind and being so relaxed around him.
"C'mon Mr. Grumpy Gills, dance with me!" Your hand reached out for the God and he strode closer to take it. You bounced off the table, bopping your head to the beat and shaking all of your stress away.
You and Loki twisted and raved for the rest of the night, laughing at each other and yourselves in turn. Loki forgot all about his iced heart and gave up on being reserved just for the night. He was willing to take the chance that letting you in slowly would end better than opening the gates and pulling you in.
When the Avengers returned from their mission the next morning, they found you cuddled up to Loki on the couch, head on his chest and waist between his legs. Loki's hands were tangled in your hair and your arms had wrapped around his chest while you dreamed.

Nothing lasts forever.
Some things aren't meant to be.
But you'll never find the answers
Til you set your old heart.
Til you set your old heart free.

Loki was the first to wake up, and although having the weight of another person laying on him was weird and foreign, he enjoyed the feeling of importance it gave him. He had a few minutes of peaceful admiration where he toyed with your soft hair and felt you breathing against his body. He would give just about anything to wake up like this every morning.
The god found himself smiling down at you, completely content with everything in his life at that moment. He took care not to disturb you as he bent down and kissed the top of your head.
"Don't worry my dear, one day I shall make you mine." He whispered, whether it was to you or himself he couldn't tell, but he meant every syllable.

Hello, my old heart