For Better or For Worse (Loki x Reader)

Chapter Eight

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I did not say that. Please tell me I did not say that. I couldn't have. Why did I ask that? What was I thinking? That is very unlike me. I did not say that. These thought kept rushing through my mind as I thought back on the previous night. I had been feeling slightly better that morning, my head feeling a little clearer and less groggy. The events of last night had rushed back to the front of my head when I woke up and found a note along side a jar of herbs on the bedside table. The note told me when to take my medicine, and that the writer would be back after breakfast to check on me. It was signed by Loki. Remembering only made me feel worse than yesterday.

I groaned and rolled over, pressing my face into my pillow. I just wanted to crawl in a hole and never come out. I continued to embarrass myself in front of he dark haired prince, and I hated it. It was like some sick loop I had gotten myself stuck in. I desperately wanted out. I grabbed the pillow in my arms and brought it too my chest, squeezing it as tight as possible while rolling up into the smallest ball I could make with my body. I took a deep breath and let it out, knowing what happened had happened and there was nothing I could do to change it. I would just have to face the consequences.

There was suddenly a knock at the door and my eyes flew open. I can't possible face him now! I screamed silently. I haven't had any time to prepare! What am I supposed to say? What does he think of me now? He must be so annoyed. What do I do- My inner panic was brought to an abrupt halt as I heard a voice call through the wooden door.

"(Y/N), it's Jane," the voice announced. "Can I come in?" she asked politely.

"Yeah," I called, my voice sounding a little gravely. "Come in," I said, pulling myself up into a sitting position. I grimaced as I stretched, my already sore muscles pulling more than I had wished. I smiled at the brunette as she entered the room. She immediately came over and sat at the edge of the bed. "When did you get here?" I asked, crossing my legs. "I thought you were working on something on Midgard."

"Oh, I was. It wasn't getting very far so I decided to take a break," she explained. "How are you feeling?" she asked, a small frown on her face. "Thor told me you were sick." I shrugged my shoulders a little with a small frown.

"Honestly, I'm not feeling much better than yesterday," I admitted. "Maybe a little worse," I muttered under my breath, thinking about what I had said the night before. Jane tilted her head in confusion. I could tell she knew there was something else bothering me.

"What happened? There's something you're not telling me," she said, pulling her legs under herself. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair before proceeding to tell Jane what had happened. She stayed quiet as I explained that Loki had woken me up the previous morning and that he had spent almost all day taking care of me. Begrudgingly, I told her what I asked and said to Loki before I had fallen asleep. At the end of my explanation, I had my knees drawn up to my chest and my face in my knees, trying to hide the massive amount of embarrassment I felt.

Jane didn't say anything for a few minutes. I brought my face up from my knees and looked over at the woman. "(N/N), I think he really has developed feelings for you," she said earnestly. "And I think you may be reciprocating some of those feelings." Her words left me in silence. It was too early to be talking about feelings and emotions, especially when I didn't understand what I was feeling. I liked it when Loki was around, enjoying the time we spent together. But that's what friends did. We had agreed we were friends. We had quite a while ago. That is what this was.

"We're just friends," I insisted. "There's nothing there. There's nothing between us." Even as I spoke, I wasn't convincing myself. I was positive I wasn't fooling Jane. I sighed and dropped my head in my hands. "I'm sick and tired, and I don't want to have to deal with feelings," I whined. I heard her chuckle and felt her pat my head softly. I only groaned in response, and she began to laugh louder. "I'm not so sure about all of this," I said, lifting my head up to look at her.