It's Up To You And Me (Loki Laufeyson x Reader)

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Loki's POV

She's left the tent to grab us something to eat and I'm left with my own thoughts which seem to be in utter haywire. I let out a harsh exhale before tossing my arms over my aided stab wound to shield it from any external disturbances.

If it's not too much to say, but I've become so vulnerable around her. As if– as if her presence alone disables my defenses and subjects me to my hidden emotions. Why do I become so susceptible around her? When she sincerely assured me of Thor's love for me– I felt my heart throb faster than ever before.

Not only because I'd finally realized all that my brother has done for me but also because, someone like her, cares enough to tell me and comfort me
no matter how pitiful I looked at that very moment.

Is this what it feels like? 'Cause I feel ridiculous and vincible. I can't let my emotions subdue me, it just feels stupid.

I keep my gaze locked at the tent entrance, looming for her return with the food. My gastric juices are just torridly boiling for food.

Your POV

"Careful, it's pretty hot." Nat hands me two, steaming bowls of soup and I take them from the base, feeling the ceramic heat up from underneath. "Thanks, Nat."

"You did a good job making sure Loki didn't take advantage of the situation to run off." She chuckles softly, slurping a spoonful of her soup. I shrug good-naturedly, "It's a skill I'm perfecting."

"Keep it up, rookie."

I turn around with a smile, "I will." I walk back to Loki's tent and move the fabric of the entrance aside with my food and bend down to enter, "Soup's all we got as a last minute resort." I crouch low to hand Loki his bowl and he sits up with ease, taking the bowl from my hand, "Thank you, Y/N."

I sit down in front of him and position the bowl between my legs, "Eat up, your highness. Sorry if it ain't from a royal buffet."

He makes a pshaw sound and takes a slurp of the soup, "This is good for a change." He smiles, savoring the tangy sourness of the soup, "This is pretty good."

I agree with a nod, "Yeah." I bring the bowl up to my mouth and sip, "So...I think you owe me a little backstory, Y/N." He says, creasing his left brow at me. I glance sideways and take another slurp again, "It's not as interesting as yours but-"

"I got all the time in the world." He coaxes, keeping his eyes on me as he takes a longer sip on his soup this time. Putting the bowl down, I bring my knees up to my chest and rest my arms over them, trying to recall a bit of my childhood and the events that followed.

I gulp, getting rid of the lump that's formed in my throat, "Well, my mother was weeks pregnant with me at that time and she had something in her blood that was meant to poison me. Desperate, my father, a chemist, tried to find a cure to better fight of the antigen that coursed in my mother's blood. He developed some pill that was supposed to trap the antigen but it's tiny components somehow fused with my DNA and gave me my powers," I pause, twiddling with my fingers as I lock my eyes at the ground.

"I grew up trying to conceal heavy emotions since my powers are directly attuned to them and if I lost control, I'm prone to hurting someone." Loki's expression falls at my words and I continue, "And because I already have, my parents took the bullet just to save me."I heave out a deep exhale and curl into a fetal position before sitting uprightly.

"Your parents...they loved you that much." He mutters, slowly as if he's trying to absorb every bit of my words. I nod sadly, in an attempt to fight back some tears, "I hate that I have been bestowed with such a curse."