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Loki x Reader

What if feels like (fluff)

“You know, I miss the time when we were children; nothing to worry about, no Tesseract, no Aether, dark elves” Y/N said to break the silence between them and the god of mischief who was sitting in front of a window that revealed the skyline of Asgard.

“Neither the Tesseract, nor the Aether were not present during our childhood, Y/N. We chose to ignore their presence, and therefore, we ignored their strength” Loki replied without taking his eyes off the realm he had desired to rule.

“I suppose you are right. However, present times are unusually rough. In all nine realms. Especially Midgard” Y/N spoke, wandering across the hall.

“Wherever there are powerful creatures, others will challenge them. That’s the case in all nine realms, Midgard is no exception” Loki commented absentmindedly.

“Tell me, Loki, when you fell from the Bifröst, why did you disappear? We all thought you were dead” Y/N asked quietly and added, “I thought you were dead.”

Loki turned his head around just enough to see Y/N’s reaction to his answer whilst smirking slyly: “Why? Did it hurt at all? Did you cry?”

Y/N stopped walking and looked at the black-haired god: “Loki, we grew up together. We played together, we fought together, studied together. Of course it hurt.”

Loki stared at Y/N, his gaze turned to a piercing one: “But did you cry?” His voice was sharp, a lot sharper than before.

Y/N raised an eyebrow: “Would you want me to cry over you?”

“You didn’t answer my question, Y/N” His voice had turned into an icy shiver.

“You never answer mine, so I doubt you can complain” Y/N retorted and walked towards him: “But next time you want to play dead for a few years, it would be very kind of you if you left a clue so I’d know that you’re still out there.”

“They think I am dead right now” Loki spoke with a sarcastic voice, “So you have your clue right in front of your nose.”

“Indeed. Thank you for sparing some of my nerves, then” Y/N said with an amused tone.

“So you were worried, Y/N?” Loki asked with a smirk and a hybrid of a pleased and amused voice.

Y/N laughed: “It’s as I said. Of course I was.”

“How was it?”

“How was what?” Y/N asked confused and sat down next to the black-haired man. His face changed – from the smirk, it changed to an attempted emotionless face, but one could see the bitterness in his eyes.

“How was it to lose me?”

Y/N’s gaze wandered to the skyline of Asgard in front of them: “It was… conflicting. On the outside, no one was really sure what to say. Some thought your death would bring peace to the realms.” Y/N knew that these words affected him.

“Of course they did-”

“But Thor and Frigga were incredibly sad. She lost her son, and he his only brother” Y/N added.

“I’m neither their son, nor brother. Just a relict that Odin wanted as a trophy” Loki said, each word dripping with bitterness and the taste of betrayal.

“They were devastated, nonetheless. And regarding me…” Y/N pressed their lips together, “I felt like I lost something of which I didn’t knew I had it.”

Loki’s eyes shifted, but Y/N couldn’t read his thoughts for now. His face was so emotionally blank, Y/N had no clue what was going on inside of his head.

Y/N sighted: “I asked Heimdall day after day if he saw you. But you were gone, he couldn’t see you. So after a few months, I reached the point where I had to come to terms with it. That I had failed to tell you that I… care about you.”

It was dead-silent after Y/N had said that sentence. Loki’s eyes were fixed on Y/N’s, probably trying to read their thoughts and emotions.

“You changed the tense there” Loki then pointed out.

“I know. That was intentional” Y/N sighted insecurely.

“If all you said is true, then tell me why” His voice was starting to change from soothing to fierce, “Why would someone like you care about the most despised traitor of Asgard that is not even an Asgardian, but a Frost Giant that neither ascends to the throne, nor has the cheerfulness or mighty powers Thor has? You could have chosen anyone, anyone but me who basically resembles the reject of Asgard!”

Y/N said nothing for a bit, simply looked at his broken expression. “Yes, I could have. Maybe I should have, really, considering the fact that by sitting here, I am pretty much on Odin’s wanted list. But I didn’t. It was never meant to be easy, and both of us are warriors. I don’t desire a throne, nor do I desire the power to rule the nine realms. Seems like a silver tongue does the trick, too.”

“They will throw you into the dungeons if they find out you had contact with me” Loki said and took Y/N’s hand.

“I know.”

“What is it you want to gain, Y/N?” Loki asked quietly, turning Y/N’s head in his direction.

“I wish I could give you a rational answer to that, Loki, but I fear I cannot” Y/N replied silently and smiled, “But I’m fine with not gaining anything but your trust.”

“You’ve gained that a long time ago.”

His lips were unsurprisingly cold, but passionate and gentle. Y/N pressed his hand slightly.

“So that’s what it feels like” Loki said quietly.

“To be kissed? This couldn’t have been your first one” Y/N said with a laugh.

“No, I don’t mean that. I’ve been kissed more than I’d care to count. No, what I meant to say was that this had to be the way it felt like to be loved” he replied with a genuine soft smile.

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Ibn Al-Jawzî, Sifah Al-Safwah Vol.1 p319.

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