When a God Falls (LokixFemaleReader) [COMPLETED]

6

I stay up long past midnight, alternating between reading, drawing and lying on my back, staring at the ceiling and thinking. Eventually, when my watch reads twelve-forty-five am, I put on a jacket and go outside.

I stand just outside my doorway, my head tilted back so that I can see the stars. I keep looking back at the dark and silent church, thinking about Loki falling out of the sky and into my front paddock. I look down at the spot, then do a double take. I think I can see a glimmer of gold in the darkness, even though it should be empty.

I stumble down the driveway and through the gate, stopping short when I realise that it's a person standing stock still, looking up at the sky just like I was before. Except it's not just any person, it's Loki. He's wearing his full ensemble of gold and green and black, just like he did in Germany when he stood over the crowds of people and told them to kneel.

"I know you're there, (Y/N)." He says it quietly, but I still jump.

"How?" I ask, although I suppose it doesn't matter.

"I can hear you, love."

"I wasn't making any sound."

He doesn't respond, just goes back to staring up at the night sky. After a moment, I pick my way across the uneven ground to stand beside him, glancing sideways at his face. His profile is cut sharply into the darkness with moonlight, making his pale skin look even paler and his hair appear silver instead of black. The light glimmers off the curved horns of his helmet, washing out the gold and making it look white.

"Why do you watch the stars, (Y/N)?" he asks suddenly, catching me off guard.

"I find them comforting." I say after a minute. "When you live by yourself for a long time, it's nice to know that you're not alone in the universe."

"You believe that there's life out there?"

"You're proof of that, aren't you?"

"Yes," he sighs, "I suppose I am." He still doesn't look at me, keeping his eyes trained on the twinkling pinpricks of light in the swathe of dark velvet overhead.

We're silent for a minute then I ask; "do you miss it?"

"Miss what?" Now he tears his gaze from the sky, frowning slightly.

"Asgard."

"Sometimes," he tips his head on the side, considering me. "It's the only home I have."

"What's it like up there?"

He looks back at the sky, then smiles slightly. "It's beautiful. There are the highest mountains and the deepest ravines, and the forests are always full of animals and greenery. And the ocean is so deep and blue, sometimes it's hard to tell where it ends and space begins. And the city is all golden and it shines in the morning when the light hits it, and at night you can see all the stars, like now."

I can almost see it in my mind, and when I look across at Loki again, I see that the façade of his helmet and armour are gone, and he's back to wearing the slightly dirty and crumpled clothes he has been for the last few days. Though still beautiful, he looks less like a god and more like an ordinary man.

Taking a little breath in, I reach out a hand and take his, watching his face to see if it's ok. He freezes for a moment, and I start to let go, but I'm stopped when he interlaces his fingers with mine. I give his hand a squeeze, again marvelling at how cold it is. Cold as ice.