He Took Things Too Seriously
*Loki x Reader
*Summary: Loki had a tendency to take things too seriously.
*Warnings: A couple spoilers for Ragnarok, tell me if I missed something.
You were left without a home, without a title, but you finally had one thing back: him. Loki had come back as a savior of Asgard, even if Asgard had been torn apart soon after. As you traveled on the large ship headed for Midgard, or Earth as the others were calling it, you still weren’t sure if you would be welcomed back into Loki’s arms. You didn’t know who you could talk to about any of this without actually talking to Loki. Thor had his own issues to worry about, Valkyrie scared you, and Heimdall was aiding Thor in figuring everything out. You didn’t know or like anyone else well enough to reveal your feelings to them. That was how you found yourself here: sitting in some hall with Korg as your only source for advice.
“And I have no idea what I’m to do,” you finished explaining your predicament to him.
“I know this is a bit weird, but maybe have you tried talking to him?” Korg asked in his usual way. “You should probably try that first. I mean, it’s pretty obvious, right?”
You gave a loud sigh of annoyance. He was giving the most obvious answer, but that wasn’t what you were looking for. You rubbed your face before turning to him. “I hate to admit it, but you’re right,” you gave in.
“I am? I mean, right, you’re welcome,” Korg said, a satisfied look on his face. You laughed slightly before standing and brushing off the backs of your legs. “Wait, where are you going?”
“To find Loki,” you replied simply. “After all, you did give the right advice.” With that, you left Korg in the hallway as you started making your way through the ship, trying to figure out what you would say to Loki. You realized that you found yourself in this position a lot: almost every time after Loki had faked his death and suddenly reappeared. You made your way to an observation deck, looking for a bit of time to stall before you continued your search for Loki. You stopped short when, in front of the large glass panel, you saw exactly the man you’d been searching for.
You were caught in an eternal debate, torn between wanting to approach him and wanting to just run back to the quarters you’d been assigned. He decided for you when he spoke without even turning. “You can come in, I’m not going to harm you.”
You took a step forward, sealing your decision. “You’ve never harmed me. My feelings, perhaps, but only fleetingly,” you said. You could see him tense once you spoke, but you were emboldened. “I’ve been looking for you.”
Loki finally turned, and you could see the worry etched on his face. Your own fears immediately disappeared as you felt the need to comfort him. “(Y/n)… I thought you were-” Loki started.
“Yes, apparently many thought the same,” you cut him off. “You’re worried.”
Loki nodded. “You always were able to read me. I’m now a leader, as I always thought was rightful. But now, headed to Earth, what if I’m the reason that Asgard is not welcomed?”
By now you were standing right beside him, hesitant to take him into your arms as you wanted to. Instead you settled for placing a hand on his arm, and you could feel the tension release from him. “You’re taking this far too seriously. If we are turned away, then we will search elsewhere for a home. Asgardians have always found a way, and we will do so again if need be.”
Loki looked down at you, whatever worry he had left gone from his face. “How is it that you always know what to say?”
“It’s because I know you, Loki,” you told him, a small smile on your face. “We do have things to talk about, though.”
“That is what I feared,” Loki replied in a sigh. “I know I should have come to you, but I had the opportunity to rule and I needed to take it.”
“Loki, again, you’re taking this too seriously,” you said, shaking your head. “As much as I hate to admit it, it was a peaceful time when you were ruling. It would have been nice to know you were alive so I did not waste my time mourning when you were so close to me, but what’s done is done.”
Loki took a step forward, practically towering over you as he looked down with gentle admiration. He lifted your chin to look at him as he leaned in. “Yes, but knowing the pain I put you through makes this as serious as I am taking it,” he mumbled, as if he was afraid that speaking any louder would break the tentative peace that had fallen in the room. “When I thought that you had fallen, I couldn’t fathom what I was to do without you. I can’t imagine what it was like for you.”
“We can talk about that later,” you assured him. “We will talk about it later. For now, let’s just focus on the fact that we’re both here, alive.” You placed your hand on his cheek and he slightly nuzzled into it, closing his eyes. This was what you missed when he was absent from your life: the gentle nature he took on around so few. You knew that he still took things far too seriously for what they were, but that was one of the things you were there to help him with.
“I still can’t believe you’re actually here,” he said, finally opening his eyes.
“I’m not going anywhere,” you promised him. You caught his gaze flicker ever so quickly to your lips before going back to your eyes.
“May I?” he asked. You nodded, already knowing where his mind was. If you were honest, you would have made the first move if he hadn’t. He slowly closed the gap between the two of you, as if he was afraid that you would just disappear if he moved too quickly. Then his lips met yours, and you felt like everything that troubled you had melted away, leaving only the two of you.