(LokixReader) The Fourth Wall

Chapter 8

Reader's POV

"Well, Mister Laufeyson. Would you like a hot chocolate?" I asked, noticing that he hadn't taken a mug from the first tray I had prepared. He remained silent, and he stared at me.

He looked directly into my eyes. It felt like he was probing my brain for any and all of my thoughts and memories. He seemed unable to look away. Or rather, he didn't want to look away. It felt like he was challenging me. Testing me for a breaking point of some sort. I could sense his curiosity despite the fact he was so quiet and seemed so reserved. He was obviously itching to find out more about this world. His curiosity was understandable.

But I knew Loki, and I knew how his mind worked. Though I wasn't in his head, exactly, I had a gauge for his emotion and thoughts through what I've seen of him in the movies. I wholeheartedly acknowledged that he was a trickster, and he bounced back and forth from being good to being evil. He was someone you should never let your guard down while being near him. Though he was my favorite Marvel Cinematic Universe character, I fully understood his true self. He was the God of Mischief, and someone not to mess with.

With that in mind I regarded him cautiously.

"I'll take your silence as a no," I commented, setting my empty mug on the coffee table. I took the hot chocolate that was supposed to be Loki's. Though it was no longer hot, I took a sip of it anyways. The room fell silent once more, and the only sound was me sipping from my mug.

"Am I correct in assuming you knew I was a Jotun because of those... movies?" Loki asked, still refusing to look away. I nodded my head, and for a split second he seemed a little uneasy. But he snapped back to his usual cunning demeanor.

"You seem a little worried," I commented. He looked away with a perturbed facial expression.

"How would you feel if you found out there was another midgard filled with more people who despise you?" he snapped defensively.

It took a second to let his words sink in. I knew he despised midgardians, so why would he care about what they thought? Besides, he didn't seem like the person to worry about how others thought of him. Unless you were referring to Asgard. Then he'd care.

I also didn't know how to let him know he's actually as popular and loved as Thor, and some might argue that he is more popular than his brother.

"Actually, you've amassed a huge following yourself. There's many people who like you more than Thor," I replied. He scoffed in a way that said, "Yeah, right."

"It's true," I said honestly. He looked over at me, and we stared at each other once more. It seemed like he was trying to check and see if I was lying.

"Only in a perfect world," he simply replied with a raised eyebrow. He noticed I wasn't going to back down, and so he cocked his head to the side and said, "If you insist this is true, I want to see proof."

I huffed. The man was stubborn. You'd think considering how acquainted Loki was with lies, he'd be good at deciphering a lie or a truth.

I opened my laptop that sat on the coffee table. I motioned for Loki to come over as I entered my password. He paused, and he cautiously came to my side. He sat next to me on the couch. He kept a distance between us, but he was close enough to where I could feel the warmth of his body.

He silently watched as I got onto the internet and typed 'Tumblr' into the search bar. The home screen loaded up, and I glanced over at him before continuing onward.

"Now, I must warn you that this stuff can get racy. A lot of it is... ah... questionable to say the least," I spoke as I awkwardly shifted in my seat. He read my emotion and my body language and he was visibly worried for a second.

"Just show me," he spoke dismissively, shaking his head and ignoring my warnings, writing them off as being silly.

"You've been warned," I said as I typed 'Loki' into Tumblr's search bar. I timidly pressed enter, and I watched thousands of results pop up.

"Look at all this. Thousands of posts. Thousands of people glorifying you. There's so many people who would willingly worship you," as I spoke, I realized I might've made a mistake. I'm making him get a big head by showing all of this to him. I may be making a monster. What am I doing? Too late to turn back now.

He remained silent, with his hand on his chin in thought. As I mindlessly scrolled through the page, his face was void of any emotion. I didn't know if that was a good sign or a bad sign.

As I scrolled, I made sure to speed up when something racy caught my eye. I just thought it'd be weird to look at things like that with the person behind the inspiration. It's easier to enjoy this stuff when you're under the impression that the person is fictional. Not that I would know...

It's not like I've scrolled through this stuff before.

Ehehe... Never...

"So if I was to attempt to take over this Midgard, people would be quick to submit themselves to me," he muttered, almost to himself but just loud enough for me to hear. He caught me so off-guard that I began to cough.

"Wh... What?" I asked, "You aren't seriously considering that again? Especially after you failed the first time?"

"I have an army. Might as well use it to my advantage," he said as a mischievous smile grew across his face.

What have I done?!

"Please don't! I'm begging you! I know you're better than that," I frantically pleaded. He scoffed at me.

"Please, you don't know me. I am the God of Mischief. I am naturally a liar," he hissed as he stood from the couch.

"Everyone is naturally a liar. But you can choose to not be inherently evil," I replied defensively as I also stood up. He scowled as he looked down at me. His ember eyes stared into my (e/c) eyes, and my blood went as cold as ice. His stare was chilling, but I also felt the urge to keep staring. His eyes were terrifying, but something about them made me mesmerized.

"You just... need... need some people who love you. You need people who believe in you and who make you a better person," I whispered, still staring into his green eyes. It felt like that sentence was pulled out of me. I didn't think, I just spoke.

"I am incapable of love, and people are incapable of loving me," he huffed with a frown on his face. He turned to look away, and he closed his eyes dismissively.

"The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference," I quoted Elie Wiesel, "And I just showed you thousands of people who love you. It's not impossible."

He paused and his eyes opened in momentary surprise. But he quickly went back to his dismissive demeanor.

"Why am I even talking about such personal subject matter with a disgusting Midgardian anyways," he mumbled, and he walked away to sit on the couch farthest away from me.