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

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Your POV

He's still rocking that style.

"Hey. Where's your brother?" I greet him with a mellow smile and he takes a few, long steps towards the rails beside me, distributing his weight onto his left leg. "Went down for a while. I don't remember conspiring outfit themes with you." He looks up at the clear sky with a preview of a beam on his face and I chortle softly. "I don't either."

I rub my hands together and rest them on the rails, totally maxing out in light of the ambiance unraveling between us.

He heaves out an elongated exhale, closing his eyes as his lips curl into a wistful smile. "I remember as a child, my father would take my brother and I out for a stroll in the gardens of the palace under the glimmer of a million stars. He would always regale us with tales and his adventures through the cosmos," he comes to a momentary lull to breathe in while keeping his eyes at the sky above, "and reassuring Thor and I of our fitness to rule Asgard one day." With a gentle yet disappointed sigh, he lowers his head and rakes his fingers through his black hair.

The disposition Loki's displaying right now proves his heavy want for things to go back to the way they were prior to his brother's coronation. He misses it. He misses his childhood, his bond with Thor, his parents and his home.

He's revealing a hitherto desire to go home and be surrounded by the people he loves.

I know the feeling all too well.

I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear and clear my mind of any inhibition. "You are still fit to rule as a prince nonetheless."

"I know but I thought being different from them would prove me able. I thought father would give me a chance if he saw me they way I wanted him to but," he flails his arm to his side exaggeratedly, "Thor's always been the blood heir."

I move an inch closer to him, "He would need his brother's wit every once in a while." He turns his head to me purposefully. "I would be an advisor then."

"I mean he wouldn't be able to rule fully well without his brother who has always been the working gear in his life." I guess I've goaded another smile to curve up his face but it doesn't reach his eyes. He stirs towards me and out of my expectations, reaches a hand out. "Would the lovely lady in black fancy a dance? "

I giggle softly and refuse to pass such an opportunity. I take his hand and he leads me close to his body, resting his hands on the small of my back. I hook my arms around his neck and he guides me on with a small sway.

He's quite a catch at this. He takes my hand off his shoulder and twirls me around slowly, pulling me back to him effortlessly. "Lady Y/N, how do you recover such insights through a simple gaze?"

You blink twice at him. "What do you mean? "

"I'm talking about how fast you are able to deduct a person's suppressed emotion."

I give half a shrug while mirroring his footsteps along the floor. "I just feel it sometimes but you're different." His brows shoot up at my verdict. "How can you tell? "

"The irony. The prince of lies can't seem to hide it in his eyes." For someone who finds fun in chaos and guiles, his capacity to withhold emotions is incredibly low. He can trick a person to do his bidding but not well enough to overlook what's pooling in his eyes.

He seems to be taken aback by my judgement. "You're quite observant, aren't you? "

A talent I'm proud of. "Yes."

He purses his lips and peers down at me with penetrating eyes. "You are really something else, Y/N." I find myself at loss for words as I bluntly notice myself sinking into his gaze, as though the space between us both is declining even more. By now the muffled sound of my heart frantically beating reverberates to the howl of the breeze and it slows down, helping me feel that sweet catharsis once and for all. I unclench my muscles and acquiesce myself to fall under his...tentative yet longing stare.