Marvel And Melanated Imagines (ongoing)

god of mischief | loki laufeyson

You were boiling water to make some pasta when you felt something brush against the back of your ankle. Immediately, you looked down and saw a giant green snake. As your eyes followed the green scales up to its head, you saw hundreds of other snakes of all different colors and sizes.

Most of the time, you were a pretty tough cookie, but you had a phobia of snakes. With all of them surrounding you, you were frozen. You couldn't breathe, you couldn't swallow, you couldn't blink.

After a few seconds of panic and silence, the largest green snake stood up and began to take a different shape. You watched it as it transformed into your boyfriend Loki. 

"Gah-Loki..." you realized. Once it finally sunk in that you were safe, you calmed down slightly and emotions came rushing in. You felt unbelievably sad, scared, angry, and betrayed.

You looked into Loki's eyes for a moment before bursting into tears. You sprinted for your room and locked the door behind you as you lay sobbing in your bed.

He had pranked you before, but those had been silly things. Confetti bursting out of the coffee can, him visiting you as an illusion of someone else, inappropriate notes that made you blush during meetings - jokes like that. You thought most of them were funny and appreciated the trickster god for brightening up a sometimes tense atmosphere. None his pranks had ever been like this.

You had even told him you were afraid of snakes before. How could he do this?

Loki had been smiling to himself as he transported all the snakes in the room. He loved the look of surprise on your face when you watched his pranks unfold. He loved the way your face melted from surprise into laughter. He especially loved when you turned toward him, looked into his eyes, and grinned.

 He was excited for this prank, but when he looked at you, you were immobilized and pale. The smile dropped from his face and he took on his Asgardian appearance once again. He then saw the tears rolling down your cheeks and when his eyes met your gaze, you looked at him with so much betrayal in your eyes. His heart felt like it was breaking from seeing you in so much pain.

You raced up the stairs and into your bedroom. He followed close behind. Then he heard you lock the door. You had only ever locked the door once and that was when Stark was harassing you with some new invention that he swore could "see through clothing". That had been lie, it was just a new headpiece for his iron man suit. You had definitely never locked Loki out.

You had been kind to him when he first came to Stark Tower. You had believed his story about being coerced into attacking New York. You had accepted his heritage and helped him when he wanted to vent about his past trauma. That's why the two of you had been attracted to each other. You loved his interest in literature, his pranks, his secret soft side. You loved and accepted him and that's all he'd ever wanted.

And now he'd jeopardized all that for some stupid snakes.

Loki began to pace impatiently in front of your door. He wanted to give you the space you needed, but he wanted to apologize. If he apologized what would he say? How could he make it up to you? He walked for an hour trying to come up with something. Should he bring you flowers as he'd heard was Midgardian tradition? That seemed to generic and impersonal. In fact, any gifts at all seemed to trivialize the situation. He didn't want you to think he was attempting buy your forgiveness.

Finally, he asked JARVIS to allow him into the room. A while ago, you had given him the authorization to go in your room whenever so JARVIS would comply with his demands. 

When he entered, you were gone. His mind suddenly went into overdrive trying to figure out where you had gone or if you were in danger. The mix of guilt, panic, fear, and worry was killing him for the few minutes before you walked from the bathroom and into the room.

He sighed in relief for your safely and looked into your eyes which he saw were red and puffy from prolonged crying. He couldn't help himself as he rushed over and gave you a hug, "Where did you go? How did you even leave your room?" 

"Move Loki," you replied curtly, folding your arms over your chest. You were still hurting from the prank and he could see that despite the strong facade you were putting up.

"Darling, I'm so sorry," he said sincerely, "I meant for it to be a bit of fun. I didn't mean to hurt you or scare you in any way."

You felt a bit better after standing in his embrace and hearing his apology, but you were still upset, "I told you that I was afraid of snakes. You play too fucking much." Your voice was shaking a bit as you spoke, "You didn't have to do that."

Guilt was etched all over his features,"I'm sorry." He whispered, "please don't leave me."

You glanced up at his face and saw his concern. He still shouldn't of used your fears against you, but he might've misunderstood when you said you feared snakes. Most people would say they weren't found of snakes and would get scared if they came face to face with a python, but they wouldn't freeze at the sight of a garden snake.

Your silence was driving Loki mad, but he could see you thinking. Your face softened and you leaned up to look directly in his eyes as you spoke, "I'm not going to leave you." He practically melted with relief when you said that and he sunk down into your bed.

"I, I..." Loki began, but you cut him off. 

"I get it. You don't need to say it. You already apologized."

 "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked. You shook your head and laid down on your pillow, 

"Maybe when it isn't so fresh in my mind, okay? I'll tell you tomorrow." He accepted this and laid beside you. For the rest of the night, he held onto you like he was about to lose you. In his mind, he vowed that he would do something to make it up to you. He would also probably not play any pranks for a while.