this was originally written for @clemdun a year ago bc she's a loki stan and i love her<33
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You made yourself room on the snow-white sofa of the royal living room, arranging your painting material and settling a canvas in front of you.
It was a quite cold afternoon, and it only took a look at the window to guess it was going to rain soon. Knowing the place, the chances were high a storm would even break out during the evening.
It was warm enough inside not to wear a coat though, so you've chosen an oversized knit sweater to keep yourself comfortable.
You wouldn't say no to a cup of tea as a bonus.
"Are you ready yet?"
You blinked, your brain still buzzing with random thoughts.
The tall man speaking walked past you, giving you the tiniest nod as you met his dark forest-coloured iris.
He was wearing his usual clothes: a dark green and black princely costume, and his silky black hair was loosely falling onto his shoulders.
"Yes."
Your voice sounded a little rough from the sleepiness trying to take over you — the castle was so quiet and peaceful that it seemed like everything was asleep, bewitched by the rain that started pouring.
You opened your aquarelle kit and placed a glass of water next to it, moving very carefully so you wouldn't spill anything.
"Before we being" you risked saying, feeling your cheeks slightly heating up as you think of your next sentence. "Is it okay for you to wait a few minutes? I'd like to get myself a cup of tea. Would you want one as well?"
"I'll get you one."
Loki didn't wait for your response, silently opening to door to exit the room again.
The asgardian prince had rather strange ways of showing affection, but such little things as making you a cup of tea were a proof of his inner attachment. It was hard at first, but you had learnt how to interpret his small remarks and actions with a bit of help from thor.
Loki came back seven minutes later, holding a pale blue steaming mug.
"I heard you fancied lavender" he neatly placed the tea cup on the coffee table in front of you. "And soya milk."
"Thank you, Loki."
You can't help slightly furrowing your brows, surprised by how well he remembered your preferences.
"Let's start now, shall we?" he asked, taking a sit at the end of the sofa so he could face you.
"Sure."
You gave him a tiny smile, thankful not only for the tea but also for his presence even though he was the one who asked you to paint him.
You didn't know it yet, but loki loved your art. Sometimes he would catch you drawing and would allow himself to stare a little longer, admiring the gracious way your wrist would bend to make a pen move.
You began sketching, gazing at him from time to time to follow the lines of his face and body. Outside, hundreds of little raindrops were tapping against the windows as if they were trying to soothe both of your fast-beating hearts.
It took you almost an hour to make the full draft, but you ended up completely unwinding in the process. You'd take a sip of your tea while Loki would stretch a muscle, and neither of you would say a word.
You felt connected to him in an intimate way, your minds intertwining at every stolen glance — something nameless and special that turned Loki's sorrow into something softer, something that didn't cut anymore.
"Are you alright?"
You ended up breaking the silence in a murmur, worried that the prince would get uneasy because of the pose he kept holding.
"Yes, do not worry about me. Are you okay?"
You've never heard his tone like this before; tender, almost fragile.
"I am."
You soaked your paintbrush into a new colour, afterwards applying it to the canvas. You were fond of colouring, liking the way the pastel shades would combine to form an harmonious spectrum.
You had finished your cup of tea by then, and nothing could perturb your assiduous work.
It started storming, as you had predicted, and thunder broke through the grey clouds. You hesitated whether to make a joke about Loki's brother, but when he gave you a tiny grin, you understood he had the same idea.
You returned him a smile before lowering your eyes again, concentrating on the painting. However a part of you didn't want for this to end, willing to capture the moment forever and take it to every lifetime you'd experience.
You knew those hours with Loki were special and you were already afraid to let them go.
Unfortunately it had to come to an end, and even though you took the longest time to fix the few mistakes you could've made, you finished the painting.
You timidly turned the canvas towards the dark-haired young man, waiting for his reaction.
"It is..." Loki's lips parted in awe as he moved closer. "truly beautiful."
"I tried my best" you responded, an ounce of timidity shattering your voice. "I hope that you like it."
"I love it, y/n" states the god of mischief, gently gazing at you.
He hadn't come out of his tender phase yet. "Next time, would you agree to teach me how to draw or is it too much to ask?"
"It would be a pleasure to teach you how to draw" you answered, touched by Loki's genius request. "We'll start anytime you want."
"Deal?" asked Loki, stretching out his palm.
"Deal."
You squeezed it, feeling the subtle warmth of his skin against yours.
You already felt impatient, the emotion roaring inside you like reckless lightning washing over the sky.
