loki stuffssssss

to melt a frozen heart.

summary: you decide to find out what loki really looks like - which he is hesitant to allow.

words: 1,805

warnings: none

genre: fluff

A/N: loki is a precious bean and must be protected at all costs, insult his jotun form and i will fight you

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       You had always known about Loki being a frost giant since you were together, it was the main reason he thought he didn't deserve you. You also knew the painful memories the Jotun form brought, and how much he despised himself for being a frost giant. For these reasons, he was rarely in his Jotun form, and never around you. He was afraid. Afraid that he might lose you, or scare you, or hurt you. One day, as you were curled up with his arms around you, you grew more curious than usual.

      "Loki..?" You speak softly, almost a whisper, nervous to ask. Not nervous to truly see him, but for him to have a bad reaction. You ask anyway, ultimately deciding you wanted to see who he truly is.

      "Yes, love?" He slowly opens his alluring, emerald eyes to look at you, as you turn around in his gentle yet protective grip to look at him.

      "I...I was kinda wondering...I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to, but...I would like to see you in your true form." You wouldn't just like to. You would love to. At your words, Loki pulls away from you, both in shock and fear. Fear of losing the girl he loves. Fear of hurting you. Fear of Odin's treatment to him. Fear of being called a monster. Most of all... fear of himself. He looks at you with those gorgeous green orbs of his, his brows furrowed.

      "Y/N...I...I don't believe you realize what you are asking for..." The god shakes his head softly. While he desperately wants to be accepted for who he is, his fear and insecurity are always there, and he was never sure if they helped protect him or if they trapped him, prevented him from his full potential.

      "I am asking to see the real you. I want to see the frost giant that I love. What else would I be asking for?" You tilt your head as you ask him. Loki closes his eyes tightly, remembering all of the spine-chilling stories about frost giants that would make any child hide under the covers, fearing for their lives. He takes a deep breath before looking at you with woe.

      "You...you're asking to look at a... at a monster... " His breathing becomes uneven as his nerves start to rise, and he slowly shifts away from you on the bed.

      "You're not a monster, sweetheart. I will always love you, no matter if your skin is fair or blue, no matter if your eyes are green or red. You know that I would never judge you for being yourself." Despite you speaking gently and reassuringly to him, it is not convincing enough as he starts shaking subtly, just enough that if it weren't for you looking at him, you wouldn't even notice. You slowly reach your hand out to touch his, and he hesitantly takes yours, closing his eyes once more.

      "I love you too... and... and that's why I'm so scared... I... I don't want to hurt you..." He keeps his eyes closed, his voice getting shakier as the fear starts creeping in further.

      "Don't worry,  my love. You won't hurt me, it's alright."

      "Are... are you sure..? You... you may find me quite... revolting to gaze upon..." He warned, but you didn't believe him, for you knew in your heart that you loved him regardless of his form.

      "I am sure, Loki." You use his name while you speak, a reminder that he is a person too, not some feral, merciless creature that comes from nightmares and horrifying stories. He slowly nods and closes his eyes, willing himself to turn his cream-colored complexion to azure blue, markings creating unique patterns all over his finely sculpted face and his lean, yet toned, body under his attire. Your hand keeps holding his, while the other reaches out to touch his cheek. After many silent moments, so still you'd think time stopped, he opens his blood red eyes to look at you, the fear beginning to fade at your gentle, soothing touch.