Tom Hiddleston Fics

My Love (Loki x reader)

The Great Hall is beautiful tonight - sprinkled with greenery and flowers. The air is sweet with the smell of vanilla mingling with the fragrance of the flowers.

I love this ancient palace. Growing up within these walls, I count myself lucky to know the royal family...though it comes with knowing their pasts, their secrets, and their thoughts. I was born with the ability to read people's minds, it was scary at first. The only one in my family to have this "gift," I felt like an outsider. My ability is only shared by one other person in the kingdom, and he is a prince among men...literally. I have grown quite fond of the man who is currently standing on the opposite side of the room, laughing and talking with soldiers and noblemen. Who wouldn't fall in love with the god? His tall, lean frame silhouetted by the moonlight. His raven hair slicked back, hanging just above his collar, contrasts with his beautifully soft, ivory skin. Oh dear, he's looking over...he pauses his conversation and looks at me with an expression I can't quite read, but quickly turns back to the group. Phew, nowhere was I? Creepily staring at this handsome prince, right. If ever asked what my favorite feature of his is, I would say his eyes. Those big, gorgeous blue-green eyes. Blue one minute and green the next, changing quickly depending on his mood or outfit. I get lost in those eyes almost every time we are together, which is actually a lot. We are the best of friends, brought closer by our struggles, personalities, fears, dreams, and ability. He has suffered so much than anyone could ever imagine, but he is different now.

The once cold and calculating man has become a friendlier, version of himself. His family and I are proud of him. He and his brother have gotten closer than they ever have been, which is wonderful. He has accepted his past and the awful things he has done, and people now see him as a new man...or god.

Oops, he's caught me staring again. Um, the champagne looks nice, I think I'll get a glass.

Shoot, he's behind me now. I need to collect myself before I turn around, feign innocence.

"See something you like, Love?" He asks with a wink. "Care for a dance?"

He extends his hand, and I shyly take it. I love the feeling of being in his arms, with his hand on my waist. We dance the night away, losing ourselves in our own world. With the last note of the song, he guides me out of the hall, down the corridors, and to a large, arched doorway. Stopping, he opened the door and picked me up bridal style. I gasped I surprise and turned to see a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His eyes full of love closes the small gap been us and kisses me. His cool lips stay locked with mine in a tender, soft kiss. Pulling away, he gave me one last adoring look.

"Well, my queen, shall we celebrate our nuptials some more tonight?" He questioned with a wiggle of his raven brows.

"I believe I still have energy left, shall we?" I answered with a giggle.

"I am deeply in love with you, my dear. You have no idea what you mean to me. I vow to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much I love you. Come my darling, our night awaits!"