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Loki Laufeyson x Reader [Rain]

Oddly proud of this but let me know if it sucks, I already hate myself a great deal so do your worst. Comment if you get the HUGE reference. Also, listening to rain sounds while I write how cool am I. Enjoy!

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The day was cold and wet. Thick grey clouds were pasted across the equally dark sky, rain fell heavy and fast. It wasn't long before low lying mist was created from the spray of rain drops smashing on earth. The ground was so damp even the fallen leaves seemed to slip on its surface. The distant claps of thunder growing ever closer limited her time. every street was desolate, not a person in site, every car that drove past was moving at a snail's pace to avoid a crash. As the storm only worsened so did her determination. Around the corner from the little apartment building was a garden, old but always full off people. Not a day like this though. No, today was the day she could be alone there, do what she need to. Quickly (Y/N) snatched the hung on the door yellow rain coat and pulled on her matching wellies. The old cardboard box hadn't moved for almost a month now. It was still on the shelf where she had placed it, gathering dust and starting to wear thin. With the box under her shirt, she flipped the hood up and began to walk through the rain. Not run, it was too pleasant for that, she didn't need to rush. A few street lamps lit her way, despite the fact it was barely five pm. There were bound to be people looking out the window, scowling at the rain and thinking 'How awful is this weather'. They would see her and mock her. She didn't mind. This was too important to miss.

Just a few minutes later she rounded the corner and approached her destination. A tall, black, iron gate graded the entrance. It was unlocked but had a small blot drawn across the latch. With a swipe of her wrist it was open. A soft creaking sound as the gates parted and the path revealed to her. Not a person in site, as she had hoped. All she needed was a spot now. The garden was pretty, flowers of different colours grew in perfect groups, co-ordinated to be both symmetrical and evenly trimmed. Some trees were in shapes, though nothing more daring then a circle or square. Every beach was smooth and not a plank was rotten, some had plaques dedicating the seats to passed on loved ones.

'How very dull, when I die they better not name a bench after me' she thought.

It was nice yes but not his kind of nice. This wasn't the kind of place he would have liked. So, she carried on. The deeper she walked the denser the plants got, the more unkept and messy each bush and tree was. Slowly it looked more like the place she was looking for. The grass was getting a little too long, the trees were breaking their finely cut shapes, the flowers began to mingle and spread. There was one bush, supposed to be round and shaped like a half sphere, but the dark leaves were pushing the bush into different directions. Flowers of different shapes, sizes and colours were twisted into each other as though they were hugging for warmth on such a cold day. She too began to feel cold and decided this was the spot.

Carefully she knelt in the wet soil. The earthy smell of rain and dirty was incredible. Softly she picked a handful up and let it fall through her fingers, then tucked the box under the bush while she began to dig. It wasn't a deep hole, just enough to cover the top and hold it securely. Wiping her wet hands on the already soaked jeans she wore, her fingers grasped the box. Brushing away the final layer of dust it was placed into the hole. Her fingers grew numb as she shifted the cold dirt back and covered the cardboard. Knowing she could come back again, her hands found two small twigs which she twisted together and formed a cross. Placing the little marker under the bush, above the grave. Then (Y/N) waited.

The rain continued to seep through the trees and her rain coat could do little to stop it. The low rumbles and claps were louder now and it was clear she didn't have long. All she did was sit in the storm as the freeing air numbed her whole body. For half an hour she didn't move from her spot. Despite the screaming of her cold limbs, despite the ever-worsening weather, despite her racing heart. Because her mind was calm. She could think and breath properly, her mind seemed clearer and everything more peaceful. Finally, it was time to leave. She mumbled a goodbye, stood up, turned around and stopped dead. There was a man just four feet from her. Instantly panic set in, who the hell else would be out in weather like this? A mad man that's who. He was pale, very pale. His hair long and dark, high cheekbones, strong jaw, and a confused look on his face.

"What did you just bury?" his voice was calm and she was surprised she could hear it over the rain.

"Nothing" it was barely a mumble, she assumed he wouldn't have heard it, and so cut past him quickly.

Following the same path she took to get here, home was her only destination. It didn't take long for (Y/N) to realise there was another set of footsteps almost next to her. Tilting her head just a little she could make out the same man as before. He was wearing a long black trench coat with the hood up, making her a little nervous.

"You buried a man there. Who was he?"

Her walking ceased as she stared at him. How did he know it was a man?

"I-I'm sorry?"

"The man you buried, who was he?" his voice was still so calm.

"A friend. Well not really 'friend' but um...well he was a neighbour sort of. Lived on the floor above. A handicapped old man, Charles his name was, I didn't see him much. Now and then I'd help him get his wheel chair through doors and stuff that's all, but he knew things. When I'd see him, he'd ask things about my day, things that he couldn't have known unless he was there. At first it was creepy but after a while I thought it was kina nice, plus he wasn't any danger to anyone. He used to talk about his school a lot, a school he ran for 'special' kids, never really specified what special meant though...When he died a box was left on my door. There was note telling me that it was his ashes and that he said I would know what kind of place he would like to be left. So, I put him exactly where I know he wanted to be." It was weird to talk about this, especially with a stranger but it felt good to finally get things off her chest.

He was silent for a moment. Before slowly smiling, and holding out his hand.

"I'm Loki" they shook hands.

"(Y/N)"

"May I walk you home, you seem...interesting. No one thinks like that. I really like that."

She returned his smile before agreeing and pointing the way.

Not matter the size of the storm there will always be people crazy enough to go out there. Those are the people who belong together. Don't head inside because everyone else does, wait for the ones who will stay out with you, for they are the people willing to handle what you do.

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