A Whole Bunch of Loki's

Something to Dwell Upon - Request by ReadingInTheRain2002

You couldn't believe your luck when you had managed to win the affections of a God.

It was a dream come true and more than surprising that he actually reciprocated your feelings towards him, but you weren't going to argue the fact, you just wanted to enjoy your time with the scheming God of Mischief that you now called a boyfriend.

If truth be told, you were still in awe at how you had managed to snag a man like Loki.

For weeks after his arrival at Stark Tower, you had been building up the courage just to say hello to him without stuttering over your words or getting flustered, no doubt he'd take it as a huge ego boost at your faltering in the presence of a God.

After a few practice runs, you soon found yourself flowing into easy conversation with Loki and you began to share information about yourselves, which gradually grew into a friendship.

Now you just needed that extra little push for more.

It took two more months before the boundaries were crossed, only much to your surprise it was Loki who took the initiative and asked you to 'court'.

There was no hesitation in you saying yes, your heart pounding uncomfortably fast and a face-breaking grin threatening to split your face in half permanently.

From that moment on you spent all the time you could together, he took you out on little dates to places you would never have seen originally and you would happily lounge with him as you both read separate books or you played a game, though you would usually end up using him as a footrest and he would find himself, perhaps subconsciously, rubbing your shin as he read.

To say you were inseparable would have been an understatement, it eventually got a point where others couldn't pictures one without the other.

Things were going wonderfully, at least to begin with.

It was when the relationship had just reached six and a half months that things started to take a turn.

Loki had started to become distant and snappy, more secretive than you can remember him being even before you dated, like you were a mere stranger who was trying to get in on his business as opposed to a significant other.

It was getting impossible to deny how conflicted you were over it all.

Things had been going well, sure there were short spats here or there but nothing beyond the ordinary for a couple of a few months and nothing indicated to any problems between you both.

You spent more time that you would ever dare to admit trying to figure out what was happening so that you could fix it, nights were spent awake, staring at the ceiling as you tried to deduce if it was perhaps something you had unwittingly done.

No answers ever turned up, no signs flashed to indicate that that was the beginning, the problem that could be fixed and so you could only watch as Loki pushed himself further and further into isolation.

Eventually it became too much and you turned to Tony, a friend of yours who was so close that you would consider him more akin to a brother.

"I warned you didn't I?" He sighed, his tone full of sympathy as he crossed his arms, "the guy is bad news."

"But he's so lovely, he's been nothing but nice to me," you frowned.

"Yeah, because he wants something from you."

You shifted a little as your gut twisted and your blood chilled.

It wasn't something you wanted to admit, but there was every chance that what Tony was saying was right and now Loki was growing bored of his little game.