A God, A King. My King.
Thanks to @madman-with-a-snogbox for the idea.
English is not my native language! Aaaaaand I used parts of Imagine Dragons’s Monster lyrics.
Paring: Loki x reader
Warnings: fluff, angst
Summary: You go on a date with Loki, and enjoy the night fully. When you get back, something seems to bother him.
You took a final look in the mirror. The long, black dress hugged your curves in a perfect way, the lace sleeves making you look strong, but feminine, your green heels made you look taller than you actually were. You looked perfect.
Suddenly someone knocked on your door. You walked over and opened it, to find Loki in a black suit, hair laid back. His green tie caught your attention, and you wanted to pull him close and never let go of him. His mouth curved into a smile when he saw you.
“You look marvelous, love.” He said, his eyes lit up.
“You don’t look that bad yourself, god.” You teased. He smirked at the ‘nickname’ you had given him. He was, after all, a god.