Imagine finding Loki
The four of you stand in shock at the sight before you.
Loki, the god of mischief, is sitting right in front of you.
The poor excuse of a god chained up and sitting on a box right in front of you.
The poor excuse of a god that you fell in love with years ago that you thought died (again) sitting right in front of you in all his glory.
“Suprise?” You finally question, he nods with a guilty smile on his face. You let out a scoff while you shake your head, anger building up inside. “Surprise?” You repeat, pushing him back off the box.
“(Y/N–” Thor goes to intervene as you step over his brother but Banner stops him.
“Surprise?” You bend over and pull on the chains around him till his face is only a few inches away from yours. “Surprises are supposed to be a type of celebration for a joyous occasion. Surprises are supposed to be a child getting the toy he wanted for Christmas or a proposal or a pregnancy, Loki.
“You chained up…” You take a moment to remove your eyes from his to look around the room. “This…” You let out a sigh when your eyes meet his guilty ones. “This is not a surprise.”
“I’m sorry, love.” He apologizes. “I tried to come back for you after the Dark Elves but you weren’t there and I didn’t know what to do.”
“You could’ve not faked your death for starters.” You inform, tears filling your eyes at the memory of grieving all over again. “For the second time.”
“I know.” He whispers.
“I thought you were actually gone for good this time.” You quietly admit, caressing his jaw.
You both go silent for a few moments; both of you taking in each other's features, re-familiarizing yourselves with one another. Loki leans into your touch as he looks into your eyes while you scan over his face.
“I truly am so sorry, (Y/N).” Loki admits, his voice genuine and his eyes show nothing but guilt and sorrow. “If I knew it would do this much damage to you, I wouldn’t have done it in the first place.” He says, you don’t respond.
“You know how I am…” He tilts his chin away from your hand to get your attention back up to his eyes. “always dramatic.”
You let out a loud scoff. “You’re telling me.” You let an amused smile slip onto your lips. “I’d compare you to the character Draco Malfoy of the Midgardian’s Harry Potter series if you knew who that actually was.”
“I’m actually very well educated on that series, thank you very much.” Now it’s his turn to scoff. “And I would like you to know, I would never fall down from a petty animal bite… and my father would certainly not be hearing about anything.”
You let out a soft giggle causing a wide smile to appear on Loki’s face.
“I hate you so much.” You mumble, leaning down a bit more to press a short peck to his lips.
“I love you too.” He gleams.
This was kind of bad lol