Loki and Thranduil Imagines

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She was just minding her own business. Walking through the crowd with a skip in her walk. It was a good day. The sun was up so high, casting it's light to the planet. After a week of raining, the return of sunny day is so appreciated by her. Not that she hate rain oh no, but she didn't like to use umbrella.

Entering the small convenient store, she looked around until her eyes landed what she's been hunting for for months!

Feeling giddy, she skipped to the machine and proceeded. Paying the cashier with a barely contained smile, she walked out of the store, slurping the drink in her hand.

She continued walking and looking around, watching the people around her chattering and laughing. It made her smile too. She was taking turn to a park when someone bumped into her. Knocking her down to the pavement and forced her to dropped her most prized drink.

She gasped at the spilled drink before the person that bumped into her kick her ankle.

"Watch where you're going bitch."

The man glared from above, making her afraid if he's going to beat her.

With a scoff the man walked away. She breathed a sigh of relieve before she took note of her drink.

'My slurpee...'

It'll be a waste of time for her to walk back to 7Eleven just to buy another cup of slurpee. It's a long walk back there.

But she's been looking for 7Eleven with a working slurpee machine for months! Every 7Eleven store she goes doesn't have a working slurpee machine. (This is not a lie. This is what I suffered. You have no idea how many 7E stores I goes just to get a cup of slurpee)

As she was too busy contemplating her fate and her barely drank slurpee, she failed to notice that a young man had stopped by her side.

"Hello Miss, are you alright?"

Startled by the sudden question, she snapped her head up so fast that she could risk a broken neck and looked up to the owner of the voice.

Oh wow, the God decided to send her an angle to compensate for her slurpee.

Gosh, the young man that look like in his early twenty had a long blond hair that tied in a low pony tail and was slung over his shoulder like a golden mane. He was wearing a clear spectacle with a baby blue shirt. The sleeve were rolled up to the elbows and the skinny jeans he wore clung to him nicely.

She quickly looked down after realising that she was staring too long to be appropriate.

"Ah yes yes I am fine."

The man titled her head, the sunlight cast a halo around his blond hair.

"It seems that you dropped your drink." He stated in a factual manner.

At the mention of her fallen drink, her shoulder slumped down and she wished that she could lay on the pavement and cried.

The man plopped down by her side.

"Yes...thanks for reminding me of that." Her tone bitter. Way too state the obvious dude.

"You're welco-oh forgive me." He said. He took another look at her. He noted there was an air of sadness around her when she cast a look to her spilled drink.

"Do you want me to buy another one for you?"

Once again she looked at him as if she was surprised by his presence and shook her head.

"No no it's fine. It's just a drink. You don't have to waste your money."

But he doesn't care about his money.

"But I don't mind. I did offered you after all. And I-" she cut him off with a frantic hand gestures, signalling him to stop.

"No no no no. It's, it's fine. It's fine really."

Not wanting to stress her out. He held up a hand and smile softly to her. Hoping that he could calm her down.

"Alright, alright. Calm down. I have a milkshake. What about we share it together?"

She did calm down a bit but her eyes turned wide at his another offer.

She just realised that he hold a milkshake in his other hand. Chocolate milkshake with whipped cream on top and a sprinkle of blur coral powder.

"But-" she started to reject.

"Please." His voice soft. "I insist."

Oh the world be damn, she couldn't resist that look he just gave her.

Looking down, she nodded her head. Pink dusted her cheeks.

"Oh alright. Thank you."

He beamed her a smile and handed the cup to her. She gingerly took it from him. Refraining herself from squealing when her hand touched his.

She took a sip of the drink and sigh a blissful sigh. Oh it tasted so good. It tasted like heavenly, so sweet. Sweet like him. Blush broke out on her face again. What in the name was she thinking? Sweet like him?

They sat in silent, exchanging the cup to one another. After a long comfortable silent, the man get up and brush off any dirt that may cling to his jeans.

"I have to go." He said, looking down at her.

"Well-well the milkshake-" she stuttered when the man smiled at her.

"You can have it." With that he walked away.

Scrambling to her feet, she called out to him.

"Hey! My name is (Y/N). Also, thank you."

The man continued walking but look over his shoulder.

"Good day, (Y/N)."

He didn't tell her his name.

With a warm feeling in her chest, she walked back home. That was when she noticed that there was a piece of memo sticked to the cup.

"xxx-xxxxxx
-Thranduil"

He gave her his number.

Oh a good day indeed.

Hello guys! I hope you guys can forgive me for not updating for a long time! (I told you I'm a lazy person) I hope this one-shot can make your day. I've been caught up with reading DBH fics and drawing things. You can check out my drawing book or you can follow my instagram that I had specified for my drawings on Cotton_Waffle. I wish all the luck to you guys and have a good day everyone!