Lost and Found (Loki X Reader)

Chapter 3

What. The. Hell.

"So what you're telling me is that you've been watching me my whole life growing up... and once we're both 17, you're going to take me from this world and whisk me away to yours? And do what?"

He must have caught onto my sarcasm, because he slaps his signature smirk back on and dips his ace not an inch in front of mine, "Why, be my queen of course, and rule Asgard and the nine realms with me."

I would be a queen. A fucking queen. I don't even know how to raise my grades, let alone the economy.

I don't even know what to say, but I have so many questions...

"If you're so damn old, how do you look so young?"

He answers, "Well, when you're a God, your body grows and ages until it reaches a healthy age, about mid-twenties for humans, and it slows down. Of course, at any moment, we can show our bodily age in human years, but that hasn't been found pleasant in the past

Yeah, no kidding.

Suddenly, his face plays in your head, Your private remarks you think of are precious, my little pet.

He doesn't even need to listen to my thoughts when he reads my face full of curiosity and slight horror.

Teach me.

When you're ready.

When will I be ready?

When your birthday comes and you are of age.

That's another few months from now, in the summer before senior year starts... is there any way for us to see each other before then?

What do you think we're doing now? His eyes glint with sarcasm.

Oh, hush up... I mean, can I come into your world before then?

It's very daring, but briefly, yes. And I can enter yours.

My heart stops. Maybe we can get to know each other more...

"Splendid thought," he stated. He takes a step closer to me, wrapping his slender fingers around my arm, and leans in to kiss me- yet he turns his head and brings his lips to my ear, "We can get to know each other any way you want, darling..." His lips trace from the center of my ear to my earlobe, nipping the bit at the end and sending a wave of electric energy all the way through my body. He must have felt my body give because he wrapped his arms beneath me and picked me up, then he walked farther into the pantry/ throne room so far I can't see the where the door was anymore. He strides with me in arms, bridal style, down a golden corridor with giant arches, giving the perfect view of the gorgeous kingdom below. On the far left is nothing but greenery, but as Loki carries me farther, it is clear there is a mass garden with plants of all sorts. The beauty of the garden conducts every train of thought I have so that when we arrive to a large set of golden doors, I don't even notice until he kisses my temple. I crane my neck back so my eyes may reach the top of the door, but it is of no use, and he laughs so heartily I can feel the vibrations and warmth against his chest.

Is this actually happening?

Yes, it is, darling.

With a flick of his hand, the doors creak open, exposing an open and lavish, green and gold room. Looking straight in, opposing the doors, is a large, dark wood bed with posts connecting the thing green fabric blocking the view of the bed itself. The fabric fluttered in the breeze from a nearby window and exposed black comforter with gold sheets and a dozen gold pillows decorated in green lace. The window nearby was not alone, but rather one of many soaring ceiling-high windows on either side of the bed, stretching to their respected perpendicular walls; two foot thick indents pushed the windows out of the walls and left room for cushioned seating, and thin, green fabric (same as used with the bed) are tied off on the sides of the windows to not only act as a proscenium of the room's theatrical view, but also to provide shade and privacy for both when in the room and when sitting in the windows.

A door stands cracked open on the left, not showing anything but darkness, but for some reason, it doesn't bother me.

He carries me across the dark wooden floors and gently lays me on the bed

This is actually happening. What the hell.

I'm sorry you think this is Hell.

Shut up.

My lips crash with his. His hands, still on either side of me when he laid me down, close in and clutch unto my sides. His legs pick up off the floor and straddle me.

This is actually happening.

Your constant self-validation is annoying, dear...

He kisses me, deeply. He's fully on top of me and his hands rustle through my hair, then start traveling down... and down...

Shit, it's happening. Fuck...

"Do you not like it, dear?" His busy lips break from mine and ask me.

"N-n-no, it's not-t-t like that... I just..."

"Aren't you ready? At your age you should be, I was long ago."

Heat flushes my face.

"What do you mean "long ago"-" I prop myself on my elbows and start crawling up, "-and what the hell do you mean I "should be ready? Who do you think you are? Why am I even here??" I yell in his face. He forces me back down and sloppily makes out with my face, using his hands to keep me from fighting back.

"Good, you have integrity, but you need to improve on your self-defense, love, I can't have a soiled princess..." He growls in my ear.

I roar and push myself up, but there's no resistance. I blink and he's gone, around with everything around him. I'm back in my pantry, screaming at a can of sliced carrots.