Broken

Speak Your Mind

That evening, Loki knocked on the door to my bedroom and entered. I waved him in and continued to sort my clothing into the wardrobe, conscious that he had taken a seat on my bed.

"Feeling better?" I asked.

"Thanks to you, Emilie," Loki replied. I could feel his nerves and anxiety spiking.

"Whatever you want to say, say it," I said, turning around and looking at him. His hands were clasped together in his lap and I smiled, sitting down on my armchair. 

He took a deep breath and began to speak. "I wanted to ask you what you really think happened to make me be punished. Do you know?"

"Yes," I said. "You tried to take over New York with that army of alien soldiers and a sceptre which contained the mind stone."

Loki stared at me like I was mad. "And you still talk to me?" he asked in disbelief. I smiled and leaned forward, taking his hand.

"I know you were under Thanos' control at that point. I would never blame you for something you couldn't control!"

Loki shook his head. "I knew what I was doing, most of the time. I died, Emilie. And then they brought me back, to live in captivity. They brought the version of me back that was still being mind-controlled. I wonder if the soulbond did to you what happened to me, and I... I don't want you to be stuck like I was..."

"Stop, Loki. Thanos is gone, dead." I interrupted, both his hands in mine. "No, look at me. I don't care what you did in the past, because I know that wasn't truly you! This, right here, is the real you." I pressed a hand to his heart. "I want to know about your past but I don't want you to focus on it all the time. Please, stop hurting yourself over something you can't control."

Loki's eyes were wide and I could feel sadness and joy mixed together coming off him. He nodded, looked at my lips, looked away as if uncomfortable, and I acted on an impulse.

Perhaps I could feel his interest in that moment or something, but I knew I was safe. I leaned forward and captured his lips in a gentle kiss.

For a long moment he stared at me, lips slightly parted, his hands gripping mine tightly, and then he leaned in at the same time I did and we kissed stronger, more heartfelt. I touched his cheek.

"I told you I don't care," I whispered against his mouth. "I love you."

He pulled away and I saw that his insecurity was creeping in once more. "Why?" he asked quietly. "I don't deserve you."

"Oh, some silly guy saved my life and bonded our souls together," I joked. "And I fell for him."

And I leaned in once more.