Loki Imagines

Pleasant Dreams My Love

You had no idea how the team agreed to watch Me Before You for the annual Friday night movie. Honestly you really just wanted to watch it on your own since you read the book before getting the movie. Of course the book was better better. Here you were at the end crying your eyes out wishing that what happened didn't have to happen. It appeared that all the girls and a few of the boys were crying too.

"I wish that somehow there could've been a way they could've taken Will to Dr Stephen. That way he'd be able to walk again and be happy with Lou." I said slightly laughing to try and ease the tension and quiet of the room.

"Well if they did, do you think he'd still love her?" Tony asked.

"Of course I do. I mean he did say to her that she had no idea the things he wished he could do with her."  I argued. I really loved Will Traynor and his character development well until he broke all our hearts. What am I saying, I still love that fictional man and all his flaws.

"Well if he was cured, there would be no reason for Jojo Moyes to write a sequel unless you wanted some huge post epilogue thing." I stared in shock at Loki.

"You read Me Before You too?"

"Yeah you... Ermm... I saw it on the couch and read it. It was... Interesting." He secretly loved the book, though he'd never let anyone know. Just like he'd never let anyone know that he saw you so absorbed in it that it influenced him to pick up the book in the first place. He in some ways felt similar to Will in that he too came from a rich family, but though he didn't get physically injured, he got mentally injured allowing his "downfall" to lose everything in Asgard and a sibling who was disappointed in him or rather his actions. Though he wasn't disabled, he thought he was an outcast because of his Jotun form that he found out about later in his life which was like how Will got hit and paralyzed. The only difference was he didn't want to die because he had something precious that kept him going even though they weren't really his own to have. An equivalent to Louisa, his Louisa. (I hope that was a good comparison. If not sorry.)

"Well that was nice guys, but I think I'm going to hit the hay." I yawned but said rather excitedly.

"You okay n/n? Normally you stay up longer. It's only ten o'clock."

"Stevie, I'm just a little tired that's all. Well goodnight everyone. Thanks for watching and crying with me."

They all said there goodnights and I happily rushed to my room. One might wonder why I was so excited to  go to bed, well the truth is, I keep having such pleasant dreams during the week. They feel so real too. I sighed as I got in bed slowly falling asleep.

3rd Person POV:

Y/n finally fell asleep. She woke up now in her dreams. City of lights. Paris France. You had been having nightmares so to help you slumber peacefully, a certain Jotun Prince of Snow would cast dreams in your brain to help. This week it was Paris. Everything felt so real. Your senses were amongst the scenery sight, sound, taste, & feeling. The Prince had certain feelings himself. Feelings for you so he thought that the way he could tell it to you in the face and yet not, was taking you places in your dreams. Sometimes it would be a field in which a picnick occurred with bread and oil. You would wear flowers in your hair. Or bike with the wind fresh on your face. Another time you went shopping. Then the last night the figure said he was going to take you somewhere. That's the thing every where you went there was a man but unlike everything else he was not focused. You could see everything so crisp and clear, but it's like your mind prevented you from seeing him like a veil or disguise. And you never actually heard his voice he always sent letters to tell you things. Tonight he told you to dress fancy and to meet him in the lobby of the grand Parisian hotel. You really didn't like dresses, but hey this was a dream and you had a dream guy. It's not like it will matter no one will know soooo what the hey. You put on a pretty dark green dress. It's straps weren't placed on your shoulders but more on the sides. You fixed your hair and put on a gold necklace, (Loki didn't do this set up of fashion choices, you just really liked the colors) bracelet, and earrings. To top it off you figured since it was a dream to apply some natural makeup on your face and you never never wore makeup. You even put on perfume. You looked at yourself twirling in the mirror like a little girl does to see the dress flow out around her. In that moment you felt like a princess. You slipped on your wedges and grabbed your clutch purse Mr. Mystery, as you called that unidentifiable man, had bought you. You grabbed your phone to take a picture of the moment (even if it was a dream) before going down to the lobby. The elevators opened and there he was. Mr. Mystery. It seemed he was in a tux. He was still blurry. You tried to make him focused but it was like your mind just wouldn't let you. He came to you giving you a kiss on the cheek then entwined your hand in his. You walked and waltzed time after time. It was so romantic. Definitely a dream you thought. (This made the real Loki sitting beside your bed sad that you thought something like that could only happen to you in a dream) Next thing you know he had taken you to the Effiel tower. You were up there dancing again and he dipped you. He pulled you up and you both turned so you would be looking down at the city of love. He wrapped 
his arms around your waist.  When he began to hum. He could talk you thought... Or at least hum. You looked at the big moon. So pretty. Then you felt something cold around your neck. Mr. Mystery got you a necklace. It was so pretty, a gold chain with an emerald quartz pendant dangling from it. You looked up at him smiling.

"Merci Monsieur Mystery." He laughed. Turning you around so you fully were facing him. He touched your face. His hand felt so good.

"Y/n vous êtes la femme la plus jolie que j'ai jamais vue. J'aimerais avoir le courage de te le dire dans la vraie vie, mais ici je suis dans tes rêves ton garçon bleu. J'espère que tu m'aimes comme je t'aime. Sinon je peux comprendre. Et sinon, je serai toujours ici pour vous protéger et pour être votre ami." He whispered. His voice was so soft. And sightly familiar. With that he kissed you softly and and actual fireworks lit up the night sky.

Then you woke up smile on your face. You looked down (Loki left) and the  necklace was still there. You could still feel his lips on yours. He spoke French and you really wanted to know what Mr Mystery said.

Thankfully you had a translator. Steve. You rushed to Steve. Somehow in your sleep you managed to scrawl the French on a paper. Technically somehow all that week you learned to write in your sleep so you'd would have a way to remember what happened the next day, so the French part wasn't that hard even though you had no idea what you wrote.

"Hiya Stevie."

"Hey n/n. Sleep good?"

"Mhmm. Uhm can I ask you a favor?"

"Well seeing you're like a sister to me and the least aggravating of the team hehe and as long as it's not bad sure."

You told him about the dream not filling in on everything as you handed him a separate paper that only had the French on it. He took it and began to translate. (Poor Loki probably should've thought the French and Steve knowing French fluently thing through)

"You ready y/n?"

"Nah duh Sherlock. Eheh."

"I understood that reference."

"Eheh on with it Stevie."

Okay here it goes "Y/n you are the prettiest woman I have ever laid eyes on. I wish I had the courage to tell you in real life but here I am in your dreams your boy blue. I hope you love me like I love you. If not I can understand. If not, I will always be here to protect you and to be your friend." (As by Google translate for the French part above)

"N/n I don't understand this. How are you having such real dreams. Wait. It's.... Someone's doing this and they love you. Aww my wittle baby growing up even though this is weird, I don't wike it. I feel like I know but my brain clearly isn't working not until I get some coffee."

Mr. Mystery was... Loki... And Loki... Loki loved me too?

"Oh thank you Stevie." I laughed as I kissed him on the cheek giggling uncontrollably.

I just held the paper to my heart and ran. Ran to Loki's room. I knocked repeatedly. He opened the door and that's when I grabbed his shirt and kissed him. I didn't even think it through I just did it. And then he kissed me back. The same gentle lips and cool touch from the pleasant dream I had last night.

"Thanks for keeping me safe and getting me my necklace. I love you my Dream Boy "

"as I love you my dancing snowflake"

He kissed me this time and I wrapped my arms around him soaking up every moment and detail I could. Loki was the man of my dreams, the man I had been dreaming of since I was a little girl. Sure he has his flaws as well as I have my own, but he is managing to heal those flaws more and more every day. He became apart of our family and he became my family.

"So Louisa, would you like to read that sequel?" After he broke the kiss and gave back my book and pulled out the sequel I'd been wanting to read with a big grin on his face.

"Of course my Will, but you better never ever do what the other you did in the last book."

"Trust me, my princess, I have no intentions on doing what he did because I have you and you make me ecstatic to be alive."

And that was the beginning of something beautiful.