Loki One-Shots

Why must I count the days? By @SnowflakesOnLashes

Story by @SnowflakesOnLashes

Title: Why must I count the days?

Summary: Loki is back on Asgard. But he misses a mortal from Midgard. A mortal who has melted his ice-cold heart and made him fall in love. When will he see her again? Why must he count the days?

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Loki's P.O.V.

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"Don't look at me! I am a monster!" I pleaded to her, as I sat behind the sofa, trying to get as far away from her, as I could. She gave a sympathetic expression, but continued to edge closer towards me.

"Oh, Loki," she whispered softly, I turned my head away from her and tried to cover my face as best I could, closing my red eyes as I wished that she wasn't here to see me like this... To see me as a Jotun... A monster...

"Loki, look at me," she cooed. I felt her soft, warm hands against my cold, blue cheeks, gently moving my head so I had to face her. I opened my blood-red eyes, and saw that she wasn't running away from me, she wasn't disgusted by my blue skin and red eyes, she wasn't scared of me... She was just her beautiful self.

"Loki Odinsson. Never say that you are a monster!" She scowled gently, her brow knitted together in the cutest way possible. "The only thing you need to know is that you are Loki, not a monster! You are the crazy, coffee and pudding loving, horned-helmet wearing, fridge fighting, mischief making God that I have had the pleasure of knowing; NOT a monster!" She said firmly, her beautiful blue eyes never leaving mine. "Loki... just because you look a bit different from the rest, doesn't mean you are a person to shy away from who you are. And let me tell that you are many things, but you are not a monster, not now, not ever!"

I felt the warmness of her soft, fragile hands, start to melt away the blueness of my skin and the redness of my eyes. I felt myself smile and a single tear run down my face as I continued to stare at her beauty, her radiance. She gave me a dazzling smile, that made her eyes shine and sparkle with stardust, before she wiped my single tear away with her thumb and leaned forward and kissed my forehead.

I closed my eyes as her gentle, soft lips contacted my skin, relishing the feeling. She pulled away, but continued to hold my face in her hands. I slowly reached up and placed my own hand over her own, and the other against he soft cheek, as she continued to stare into my eyes, and I stared back into the hidden galaxy, that were hers. My thoughts swirling around my head, as I came to terms to what had happened...

She hadn't thought me as monster, she hadn't turned her face away from mine in disgust... She was the first one to look at me like she didn't care about how I looked, and that she saw my true self and did not laugh at me or fear me... She didn't mind that my skin was blue or my eyes red... She didn't care... She didn't even flinch...

And that, I found, was the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me...

She was the most caring, warm-hearted, beautiful girl I had ever met... And... From that moment on... I think I fell in love...

My eyes snapped open and I sat bolt upright in my Asgardian bed, the sheets pulling away from my body, as I breathed heavily and brow sweated. I looked around, only to realize that it wasn't the little cottage in Cornwall with her humming in the kitchen. No, I wasn't there. I was in Asgard, in the palace, in my chambers, in my four-poster bed.

No, I wasn't home.

I sighed at the realization and put my head in my hands. I wasn't home, like I had been in my dream, with her next to me, with the Midgarian birds singing their morning song and the Midgardian sunlight seeping through the windows and falling on her soft face.