A Whole Bunch of Loki's

Just as Important

You loved Loki.

You always had and you always would.

When you were younger, it wasn't uncommon to find you both napping against each other with a book in your little laps.

The adults around you knew that you would grow up and be closer than anyone had been before.

You'd notice the little glances and whispers they would give you, the smiles they had as if they knew something that you both didn't and wouldn't divulge the secret.

It seemed to only get worse as you got older.

By the time you hit your teens, everyone seemed certain that there was some kind of special relationship going on between you and the younger prince.

You both did your best to ignore the glances and rumours, instead choosing to focus on your studies and learning the crafts you both excelled in individually.

Loki with his seiðr and you in weaponry and combat.

The perfect deadly duo when you worked together in training, not that that was Loki's favourite thing to do.

He preferred to be studious over combative, whereas there was a thrill to the fight that you simply couldn't get enough of.

The constant work on your teamwork was an added bonding experience that the adults cooed over, complimenting on how well you both fit together.

Like two peas in a pod.

Even when you were relaxing, they couldn't stop admiring their favourite pairing.

As you were both sat down just staring up at the sky as the sun dwindled and night took over, decorating the expansive and colour-changing surrounding in stars, hands barely touching as you leaned back on them in a similar comfortable position, their hearts melted and they wished for more.

It was too bad that they didn't understand that it was purely platonic.

You both loved each other the way only two best friends could.

Nothing romantic.

Something that no one else seemed to fully comprehend.

And you wouldn't have it any other way.

You knew first-hand that they wouldn't listen to any protests that you two would put forward, they were all far too lost in their dream world to realise that it was nothing more than friendship.

It was kind of sad in a way.

Why did it have to automatically be romance?

The love of two friends is just as, if not perhaps more, important as a coupling.

You had both grown accustomed to it and decided to ignore it all, going about your days like they were any other, messing about, training and having light conversations before rest.

If only they had heard the one you were having.

"So there's someone in the works, huh?"

"There is," he nodded with a smile, "I hope you'll get along with him."

"Oh," your eyes widened as your eyebrows rose, "it's a 'he', hm?"

"It is."

You gave a small nod and placed your hand on top of his, giving him a warm smile as you squeezed his hand.

"As long as he makes you happy and passes the best friend test, of course."

"Of course," he chuckled, shaking his head.

"And what about you? Is there anyone you have your eye on?"

"No," you shrugged, staring out at the beautiful sky above you, "but you'll be the first to know should a lovely lad or lady come along, but I'm not exactly in a rush about it."

"You'll find someone."

"Naturally," you scoffed with playful indignance, "like anyone doesn't want to date 'this'?"

Loki rolled his eyes and nudged you in the ribs with his elbow, causing you to laugh.

"We'll have to go on double dates when you do."

"You bet," you grinned, tilting your head to look at him, "just so I can embarrass you in front of him with amazing tales from our childhood."

"Try it, I have plenty of ammo myself."

"Pfft, like I ever did anything embarrassing."

"Oh really? What about that time when we were at that ball and yo-"

"Never happened," you shook your head, unable to hide the face breaking smile.

There was a comfortable silence that sat between you as you continued to stare at the stars, trying to make out shapes and constellations.

"Thank you."

You turned to look at Loki with a curious look, tilting your head a little.

"For what?"

"Just for accepting me for who I am."

You smiled and leaned over, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Of course, Loki, that's what best friends are for."