Marvel Character Oneshots

Petals ~ loki x reader

{this story isn't set within any particular plot or timeline} 

The path leading away from the palace was strewn with wood chips. Logs lined the edges and the flowerbeds next to it. They were bright, vibrant flowers, with stark green leaves. You smiled softly. Hands held behind your back, you tilted your head up to stare up at the dazzling blue sky. You blinked away the tears brimming in your eyes.

Strolling through the palace garden in Asgard was one of the most relaxing things you'd ever experienced. But today, you were using it as an escape. A great escape from the impending presence of someone awaiting your arrival inside the palace.

You couldn't decide whether you wanted to see him or not. Both your and his travels had prevented you from seeing each other for an extremely long time. You'd heard about everything he'd been up to from his mother, and your mentor, Queen Frigga. You'd never had to ask, she knew you'd be wondering.

Being Loki's best and only friend since your early childhood had made you one of the only people he'd ever trust. But as the time you and him had spent together progressed, something had changed for you. After finishing school, moving into the magical arts with Loki, and becoming an accomplished enchantress yourself, you found it hard to see your future with anyone except for him. And you'd fallen oh-so-deeply in love with the God of Mischief. Oh, Valhalla.

Now, today, you were finally in Asgard together. At the same time. And you had no clue what to do. So you'd wondered down to the gardens to calm your intense, anxious emotions and as far as you could tell, it wasn't working. A tear slid down your cheek.

You turned off the path to an oak tree. It was your oak tree; Mr Great, which you'd named it as a young girl when it had been planted. A sob burst from your lips. Loki had helped you plant that tree.

You knelt down next to it and picked a pink daisy from the base. You sat on the soft grass next to the tree and stared sadly at the flower.

You plucked a petal from it and let it drop to the ground.

"He loves me," you sobbed, tears dripping onto your emerald dress.

Another petal fluttered to the floor.

"He loves me not."

Your shoulders started to shake, but you tried to stifle your cries, blinking up to the sky and taking a few deep breaths. You wiped your cheeks and looked back at the daisy.

You let another petal fall.

"He loves me."

There were only a few petals left. You gazed calmly at them, reining in your anxiety. You had no idea what he was going to do when he saw you. Would he smile his silly smile at you? Would he call you his darling, like he used to? But what if he had... found someone - ?

"He loves me not," you sighed, as once again, a petal dropped.

The very thought of him with somebody else was like a dozen knives stabbing your heart. One by one. Letting it bleed out, before puncturing it again and again. Pain writhed within you.

"He loves me!" You cried, throwing the petal away, exhaling sharply.

Your hands shook. You held the flower up to your eye. One petal left.

"He loves me not," you breathed, not bothering to pick off the petal, letting the flower's head spin to the ground.

You stood up and balled your fists, glaring at the clouds in the peaceful sky.

"HE LOVES ME NOT!"

You gripped your arms, holding yourself and shivering, despite the warm sun. Tears streamed down your face. It was more than you could bear. It was far more than you ever thought you'd have to. What on earth were you going to say to a man you'd been in love with for decades and hadn't seen for more?