Silver Tongue And a Heart of Gold (LokixReader)

Chapter 8: Who Are You?

(Y/n) slept soundly for a few more hours. By the time she had woken up, it was nearly dinner. The evening sunlight shined through the cracks in the silver curtains, landing on the floors around her bed and even touching the circle rug. One ray of light landed on her cat, waking up Skittles and causing her to jump on the bed, landing right on the girl's stomach. (Y/n) gagged and sat straight up coughing. "Really Skittles? Was that really necessary?!" The calico cat just looked at her from her new seat on her owns lap. If cat's could smile, this one would be wearing a large grin on her little face.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes and sat up slowly, moving the cat to the side of the bed so she could get up. After rubbing her eyes and yawning, she finally got out of bed in her grey sweat pants, black tank top and short white socks. She walked over to her black IKEA desk, across from the bed, just a few feet from the door, to continued writing her next book. She pulled out her laptop and began typing away. She was writing up a storm for a good two hours. Smiling that she had gotten so far in such a short amount of time. However, her inspiration quickly died when she felt hungry. Those annoying cramping hunger pains forcing her thoughts off track to think about food. (Y/n) finally sighed and gave up. She knew se had to eat or else she wouldnt be able to think. She got up and pushed her chair in, making her way to the door. Her next destination, the kitchen.

She walked in quietly and made herself a sandwhich with the meats and cheese after cutting them into thin layers. She added letuce and mayo on the white bread before completing her sandwich and taking her seat at the table. The room was about as silent as a graveyard. Not a single sound. She used the silence to think about her writing. She needed to write the next chapter to her book, and soon, before the day was over and her inspiration was completely gone. As she ate in silence, lost in her thoughts, Loki wandered in. She neither saw nor heard him until he cleared his voice. (Y/n) jumped up and hit her knee on the table, dropping her sandwich and holding her knee. "Is everyone out to hurt me today?!" She yelled. Loki chuckled softly at her before he sat in front of her. The room remained silent for a few minutes before Loki spoke up, "I finished one of your books. Then started another. It's interesting really. Your stories, in some scenes are sad, then happy for a short amount of time, then they are sad again. Why is that?" She sighed and looked at the table, "Why do you wish to know?" She asked. "I do not usually read fictions such as the ones you write. I was simply curious if all of them are sad like these stories, or if there is more to your writing, and more of a history you wish to not talk about, but still cannot forget." She sat back in the chair. She knew she was caught, and she couldn't lie her way out of it. After all, she is sitting in front of the God of Lies himself. She bit her lip and looked up from staring at a spot on the table.

"Where should I begin?" she sighed out. He folded his arms and leaned back in the chair, "From the beginning," he answered. "On one condition." He raised a brow at her. Curious to hear her terms. "I tell you my story, if you tell me yours. I have no real reason to tell you mine anyway." She copied his pose in her own chair, staring back at him. Loki stared back and finally sighed. "Very well then." He looked down at his hands as he explained his story, his past, his pain and sadness. She felt sorry for him, but she didnt want to break down and hug him just yet. She had to keep a straight face, incase he made anything up. But how could anyone make up such a sad story? She listened as she held on to her poker face. He came to the end of the story about his past. He looked angry, and clearly hurt. He didnt have to admit it. The pain and sadness evident in his green eyes. He finally sighed and the tone of his voice changed as he looked over at her. Picking his head up from looking down to face her, "Now then, it's your turn."

She sighed and leaned her head back, closing her eyes to think back to the beginning of her story. "When I was a child, I didnt exactly have the happiest life. My mother abandoned my father and I when I was five. Dad... he tried to be supportive but over time it was just too much for him and he started drinking... A lot. By the time I could start middle school things only got worse. The other kids were just awful to deal with, so I made friends with my teachers." She said. Her voice sounded calm for a while, but as the story continued she let her pain come through by accident, and the sadness in her voice was evident. If only for a moment. "The teachers would tell me the same thing everytime I had a problem. That I should focus on school work instead of others. My grades would follow me through life but my peers would not. And so I did. I had average grades, A's and B's, and I wasnt too good at sports. I liked (f/s) so I would try that sometimes when I felt bothered. Just like with painting, writing, drawing and photography. They help me to escape reality for a while." Her gaze shifted to the table as she recalled all those old memories she left behind and tried to forget. "When I think about it, I looked for a way to escape reality a lot." She told him how she was bullied. Shoved into walls, tripped and made fun of. Even had things thrown in her hair, or her books thrown across the lunch room. "That was just middle school. Things were worse in high school. I almost wanted to kill myself. Everyday I was harassed about one thing or another. And when I came home, I returned to a drunk with no job and enough food for myself. I finally had enough of it during my senior year. That was the year I discovered my abilities. I got into a fight with this girl who always tormented me... and I had no control over these powers... so when I discovered what I could do... I tested them out on her. She was in the hospital for a long time. I nearly killed her... and honestly... I almost feel no regret for it. I dont feel sorry that I hurt her. I dont feel sorry that everyone feared me. I only regret not knowing what I could do sooner... and maybe then, starting from middle school they would have backed off and let me be..."

Loki held a poker face the entire time he listened to her. He looked as if he had no emotion. But inside it was the exact opposite. He felt sorry for her, even though he wouldnt admit it to her or even himself. She was alone her whole life. Much like him due to recent circumstances. She was different so she was treated differently. He did feel for her, but he would neither say nor do anything to show it. And her story wasnt finished yet.

"So after that day," (Y/n) continued, "I ran away. I ran here, to New York, and slowly got my life together. I took out all the money I had in the bank, sold a few things, and worked two jobs. Eventually making a living for myself. Went to college to become an author and did so successfully. However, the first few years of my new life here werent easy... I got into underage drinking before I started college... and fights... Eventually I realized I hit bottom and that I needed to do better. So I did, and here I am." She paused a moment.

"I try to help others when i can and live a happier life. I donate to charities and volunteer at times when I can. Im nice and respectful to people who deserve it and treat me the same way. To the rest, Im civil." She finished. This is where Loki finally realized why she was known for her kindness but rarely showed any to him. He didnt deserve it. He kidnapped her and then forced her to learn more about her abilities, only so that he could use them for himself. He wouldn't acknowledge it, but he felt a pang of guilt alongside the sadness and pity for her.

There was an awkward silence in the room. Loki had nothing to say. Surprisingly. (Y/n) broke the silence as she got up and walked to the counter to clean her empty plate. The dish and metal utensils clinking and clacking as they touched one another in the metal sink. Covering the sound of Loki's footsteps to her. When she felt a presence behind her, (y/n) finally turned around to see him hovering above her. Before she could even speak, he enveloped her in his arms tightly. Her face was pressed into his Asgardian attire where his chest is. She was too shocked to move. Just as quick and unexpected as the hug came it ended. Loki backed up and the two stared at one another blankly. This lasted for a short moment before he quickly turned around and walked out of the kitchen. She couldn't see the blush on his face as he left. She stood there in the confusing silence, looking at the doorway.

"What... the hell... was that?"