Summary: In a cold, distant marriage of duty, you long for connection, but Loki remains emotionally absent. When you ask why he stays, his answer—"For the children"—shatters the last of your hope.
Pairing: husband!Loki Laufeyson x wife!fem!Reader
Word Count: -800
Author's Note: yippie! my first loki fic, sorry this is really short; plus this is my first time writing for him! hope you enjoy. might make a series out of this.
The halls of the palace were quiet at this hour, bathed in the golden glow of lanterns. You stood by the window, staring out at the vast city below, your fingers lightly tracing the cool glass. The bed behind you remained untouched. Sleep rarely found you these nights.
Loki was out—again. You had stopped asking where he went long ago.
The door creaked open behind you, and your heart leapt in foolish hope before your mind reminded you not to be so naive.
"You should be asleep," Loki's voice was smooth, unreadable as always.
You turned, taking in the sight of him. His black and gold attire was slightly disheveled, as though he had just returned from a long night. He looked at you, eyes flickering with something unreadable before he sighed and stepped further into the room.
"I could say the same to you," you replied, trying to keep your voice light.
He didn’t answer, only pulling off his leather gloves before setting them aside.
There was a time when you would have asked him where he had been. A time when you still believed you could close the distance between you. But those days had passed.
Instead, you turned back to the window. "The children asked for you tonight."
Loki paused mid-motion, just for a second. Then he resumed unfastening his cloak. "I saw them before they went to bed."
"That was hours ago. They miss you, you know."
"They are children. They will always long for their parents." His tone was even, as if discussing a simple fact.
You swallowed the lump in your throat, forcing a smile. "Yes, I suppose they do."
A silence stretched between you, thick with words unsaid. Loki moved past you, reaching for a book on the desk.
"Why do you stay?" The question escaped before you could stop it.
He didn't look at you, fingers tightening slightly around the book’s spine. "For the children."
The words cut deeper than any blade.
You had known the answer, of course. But hearing it aloud—cold, final—made it so much worse.
You turned away fully this time, as if he could not see the pain written across your face if you simply refused to face him. "Right. Of course."
You told yourself you would not cry. Not again.
Behind you, Loki let out a slow breath. "You knew what this was."
"Did I?" you whispered.
Another silence. Then, softer, "Go to sleep."
He would not touch you. He never did.
You nodded absently and walked toward the bed. Not to sleep, but to pretend, just as you always had.
And Loki? He simply stayed in his chair, reading his book, never once looking your way.
Days passed in the same rhythm—nights spent in silence, mornings spent plastering on a smile for your children. They were your solace, the only true warmth in your life.
Loki was present in their lives, but only just. He played the role of father well enough, appearing when necessary, offering them fleeting moments of affection. But between you and him? There was nothing.
One evening, after dinner, the children had retired to bed, leaving you and Loki alone once more. You stood in the doorway of his study, watching him as he poured over a book.
"Do you ever regret this?" The words came before you could stop them.
Loki looked up, brow arching. "Regret what?"
"This. Us. The marriage. Everything."
A long silence stretched between you. Then, he set his book down and sighed. "Regret is a useless emotion."
"That’s not an answer."
He stood, walking toward you, his expression unreadable. "You want me to say I regret marrying you? That if given the choice, I would have walked away?"
Your heart clenched. "Would you have?"
His silence was answer enough.
You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to stand tall. "I see."
Loki exhaled sharply, running a hand through his dark hair. "It was never your destiny to love me, nor was it ever expected."
"That’s the thing, Loki," you whispered, voice trembling. "I do. I love you. I have loved you for years. And it’s the cruelest thing in the world."
For once, he had nothing to say.
You turned to leave, but just as you reached the door, his voice—softer, almost pained—reached you. "I wish I could love you."
The door shut behind you before he could see the tears spilling down your cheeks.
And somewhere, deep in the shadows of his study, Loki stood alone, staring at the place where you had been, wondering why it hurt.
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A God Can Hold His Liquor - Part 39: Naked & Afraid
Summary: Thor taps on your chamber door with a message from Heimdall, and he confesses his concerns about Loki’s actions with the duplicates on Midgard. Three days later, your lover returns and gives you the welcome back gift you didn’t even know you needed.
Pairing: Loki x Female Reader
Words: 3,000
Warnings: Consensual non-con / r*pe play. Knife play (daggers). Intruder role play. Please do not read if this is upsetting to you. If you’re into it, then… welcome!
Contains:
A/N:
***
“I have a message from…” Thor lowered his tone to a comically animated whisper. “Heimdall.”
You opened the door of your chambers and let him in, closing the door firmly. Loki left for Midgard this morning and you expected him back tonight. In his absence, you stuck to the plan. You remained in your chambers, answering the door in a robe with disheveled hair whenever a member of palace staff delivered food. You maintained the façade of a woman as loved up as a honeymoon newlywed, even glancing over your shoulder and giggling coquettishly while you stood at your chamber door. Your staff would assume Loki was just beyond their view, lying temptingly on the bed… predictably, they tried not to think too hard about it. They certainly asked no questions.
“You erm,” Thor cleared his throat. “Should wear the appropriate clothing.” A shovel-sized palm covered his eyes as he pointed to you, Mjölnir in one hand. He toyed with the leather-wrapped handle, spinning it in his free hand, while you excused yourself to the bathing chambers. Your lover’s brother widened his fingers over his face and peeked through to confirm your decency, the blush fading from his cheeks.
“Go on then.” You closed the bathroom door and walked into the living space wearing your gold dress and chrome armour, sitting down on the green chaise. “What’s he done?”
“Loki is on Midgard, yes?”
“Yeah. And I know that’s kinda dodgy given, you know, last time he was there he killed a couple people.”
“He’s a changed God now, it seems. Love altered his character. Anyway.” Thor’s large shoulders hunched up into a shrug and he began to pace. “Heimdall summoned me. He received a message from Loki. The message is as follows – he will need several more days on Midgard to complete the mission. However. I requested Good Heimdall cast his gaze upon my brother. And I come here to tell you the truth.”
“Fuck. What’s he up to?”
Thor walked back and forth, looking at sat you on the chaise then back to his feet.
“Do you wanna sit down?”
“I erm… yes, alright.” Gingerly, he perched on the edge of the chaise, next to you. “I wasn’t certain which surfaces were… soiled, if you will.”
“Shit, don’t sit there then!”
Thor’s arse left the chaise as though he his buttocks had touched fire. “Norns!”
You laughed and walked towards the steps leading to your balcony. You sat down, and Thor followed, looking suspiciously at the sandstone perch. “It’s fine. We haven’t fucked here. Promise.”
He cleared his throat. “Right. Well. I am afraid to say, Loki is up to his schemes. Heimdall witnessed a plan that would cause the duplicates of you to… well, to fall in love with one another.”
You bowed your head, rubbing your temples with your fingertips. “Fucks sake, Loki.”
“You realise this will strengthen the power of The Trifecta. And I suspect Loki knows this too.”
“What did you just say.”
“I am not blessed with my brother’s intelligence. I have the brawn over the brains, as they say on Midgard. Though I am not the oaf my brother makes me out to be. And...” Thor paused for dramatic effect, tilting his head towards you affectionately. “I read The Trifecta last week. A refresh, if you will.”
“Remind me again what the three components are.”
“The first is a belief that it is possible to live a longer life. The second, a compelling reason to remain alive for many years. And the third, as you know, is love.”
“And you think having our duplicates fall in love somehow multiplies this.”
Thor nodded. “He takes too many risks. It is… unwise.” He glanced over at you sympathetically. “And unfair.”
“It’s a risk because we don’t know what’ll happen to me.”
“Yes. It is my fear something… unfortunate… may happen due to my brother’s carelessness.”
You leaned towards the muscular blond and placed a hand on his thigh. It was hard. Solid. Your hand lingered in curiosity, looking down at his armour. “Thor, I can’t tell you how I know. But… everything’s going to be okay. I promise.
“You went to see her, didn’t you. The one who’s name we do not speak. Loki made a predictable excuse during your recent break, which I suspect was not to the great Mountains of Asgard.”
You worried your lip between your teeth. “Yeah. Yeah we saw her.”
“And what did she say of your powers?”
“Well, I don’t really have any powers yet.”
Oh really. He cocked his head mischievously, grinning at you. Then what would you call this?
“Okay, okay. The telepathy. Sure.”
Thor looked forward and spoke solemnly. “We may need you. Asgard may call on you. When I am King.”
You sighed. “Thor, we need to stop speaking in riddles. It’s exhausting.”
“Very well. You will begin to train with Lady Sif. We will say it is good for your mortal form. When we both know we are preparing you for…” He gestured at you vaguely. “…whatever your powers will be.”
“Hang on. You’re saying my powers will kick in later?”
“It’s related to heat, isn’t it?”
“What?”
“Loki tells me you cannot burn your mortal skin.”
“Huh? When did he tell you that.”
“During training, before your visit to the forest. He suspects your powers are of the sun.”
“Fucking hell Thor. It’s a lot to take in.”
“Yes. I know.” He placed his hands on his knees and stood, offering his hand to you. “But we will take care of you. Lady Sif would like to train with you this evening, if you are ready.”
“Doesn’t that blow our cover? Me and Loki are in ‘honeymoon’ mode, right?”
“Yes, which is why you and Lady Sif are meeting here on your balcony for training which we will simply call… girls talk. Is that what they call it on Midgard?” He flashed a smile, all too pleased with himself.
You grinned back. “Yeah. Something like that.”
***
You slid the soft duvet cover down over your shoulders, the July evening causing you to feel as though you were inside an oven, roasting from the inside out. You wore only a light silky camisole and shorts, feeling the softness of fine Asgardian linen against the bare skin of your legs and arms. You weren’t sure when, but the evening began to pull you into the warmth of slumber, falling into the void of inky blackness suspended somewhere between sleep and waking.
And that’s when you felt it.
The cool of metal armour against your shoulder blades. The scent of leather and city smog. The creaking of centuries-old leather as he pressed his body against yours, wrapping his form around you.
“Loki?” Your voice was hoarse with sleep.
He chuckled. “I certainly hope so. Were you expecting someone else? My brother, perhaps. Or Lady Sif?” His tone was buoyant.
You elbowed him in the stomach lightly. “When did you get back?”
“Gods, love.” He snaked his arm around your waist, over your stomach. “You feel so… so warm.”
“Well, you know… it’s summer.”
His free hand trailed down your thigh, fingertips lightly brushing your skin. “So soft. Delicate.” He kissed your cheek, sweeping the hair from your neck and kissing there too. Your back arched of its own accord, pushing your buttocks into his crotch. You squirmed under his touch as his fingertips ghosted under your camisole and over your stomach, the scent of leather intoxicating you and invading your senses.
“Have you always been this lovely?” He nuzzled his face into yours like a cat. An incoherent groan was your response. He brushed his hand over your shoulder causing the thin silk strap of your camisole to fall. He hummed into your shoulder as he kissed it. “Love, I genuinely wanted to sleep. And now…”
You noticed how one of his thighs surrounded you, feeling the leather of his trousers against your bare skin. Cautiously, he moved his knee forward, pressing into the space in front of you as he pushed your shoulder down on the bed. He straddled you now, both knees pressing into the soft mattress, the black leather pulled taught over every hard line of his legs. You looked up and saw him for the first time, a look of pure love and adoration bleeding into his sharp features.
And lust.
Lust, too.
He laughed, his neck exposed and the skin around his eyes crinkling lovingly. You both remained quiet, looking at each other. Exploring each other. He wore the same armour he wore in the cell. Thick. Black. Imposing.
“Wait, are you… Loki, are you wearing your boots in bed?” The thought of London city filth grinding into your white sheets gave you the sensation of spiders scuttling over your skin.
“Oh… have I made an error?” He looked down, brow creasing, his stomach overturning at the feeling of disappointing you.
I simply could not wait to join her in bed.
But perhaps I should have taken a moment to take them off and leave them at the door.
One boot came into your sightline as he lifted his knee and pressed the sole of his boot into the mattress, scrutinizing the evidence of his carelessness. You reached forward as your fingertips grazed over the material. You had never looked at his boots in detail before. You gazed now at the black material, custom-made for him centuries prior, the lattice of leather crossing effortlessly underneath his knees. They were beautiful. Why hadn’t you noticed them before? With Loki, there was a lot to take in. Every moment offered a chance to absorb a new crinkle, crease or detail. In his face. His skin. His body. His armour. His leather. And tonight, his footwear.
“Keep them on, Lokes.” You looked up at him like a doe stood in a clearing. “Please.”
“You’re certain?”
“Yeah. It’s kinda hot, actually. Like you’re an intruder who broke into my chambers.”
You both felt a sensation in your stomach you could not name. He cocked his head as he looked down at you. You squeezed his hand. He swallowed thickly. Then squeezed your hand in return.
Your word of safety is goblet, yes?
Yeah. And yours is lightning.
Yes darling.
“You’re sure though, Lokes? After everything you’ve been through, I don’t want to…”
He leaned down and placed two strong hands either side of your face, his grip equal parts firm and gentle. He kissed you resolutely, transferring his emotion into your body. You felt his chest heave with the exertion of deep breaths.
“I will not hurt you, darling. That is my only limit. I will pretend, yes. But I will not harm you.”
You tugged at the soft flesh of his bottom lip, toying it lightly between your teeth. “You’re not going to bite me, then?”
“I will certainly try not to. Not in this form, at least.” He winked.
Dork.
Minx.
“And how do you feel about daggers?”
“What, like, generally?”
A light chuckle. “In bed. Do you permit my use of knives? I will be careful of course.”
You felt your vagina answer for you.
“Is that a yes, darling?”
“Mmm hmm.” You bit down on your own lip.
He pushed himself up and out of bed.
“Wait, where are you going?”
“Getting into character. Just, umm… lay as you were earlier. Coiled like a serpent. Sleeping.”
“You got it.”
You resumed your position curled up in bed and steadied your breath, inhaling deeply. You lay there for a minute or two, feeling the thundering thud of your heartbeat in your neck and the sound of blood rushing through your ears. The next thing you heard was heavy footsteps. You felt a large hand over your mouth. Hot breath on your neck. And a low, haughty voice in your ear.
“Do not scream. And you may survive this.”
Jesus Christ on a fucking pogo stick.
You felt cool metal on your shoulder as he placed the flat side of his dagger there.
Too far, love?
No. Go further.
In one swift moment, the dagger lifted up and cut through the straps of your silk vest. You swore you could taste your own pulse.
“Are you the Prince’s beloved mortal?” You felt a firm hand on your shoulder.
“Mmm hmmm….” Your voice box vibrated with nerves.
He turned you easily, removing his hand from your mouth. He climbed on top of you. You opened your eyes. He straddled you, looking down at you with a sneer.
“Do. Not. Scream.” He lifted his eyebrows incredulously, finishing off his words with an arrogant chin-tilt. All you could do was nod. He snorted air out of his nostrils and leaned down, grabbing your jaw firmly as he swiped the flat of his tongue over the side of your face. “You taste… sweet. Hmm. Unsurprising.”
He palmed your breasts firmly, a finger and thumb lingering gently over a nipple before twisting sharply as you yelped. Predictably he chuckled, leering down at you as his dagger sliced through the front of your vest like a hot knife through thick cream. You covered your chest with your hands. He grabbed your wrists and held them down by your sides. You wriggled. You found you could not move. The half-ton God on top of you completely overpowered you. There was nothing you could do. Even if you wanted to.
“P-please don’t kill me.” Your voice shook with unpretentious fear. If Loki wasn’t busying himself as a deity and divine scoundrel on Asgard, you were certain he was Oscar-worthy.
“And why would I do that? When you are so much more valuable as my plaything.” He ripped away your shorts, rendering you naked and helpless beneath him.
He swiped one finger through your folds, holding it level with his eye line and frowning at the evidence. “If I didn’t know better, mortal, I would think you were enjoying this.” He smirked. “Whore.”
He straightened up, his hands fumbling messily with his trousers, his knees pressing into the side of your hips like a vice. As you watched him, your chest heaved. He lay down, forearms either side of you, his hard cock dragging against your inner thigh. You heard a whisper in your ear as a gentle thumb stroked your cheek. “Are you alright?”
“Yes.”
“You’re certain?”
“Mmm.”
His fingertips trailed down your arm. He found your hand and squeezed it, waiting for you to return the squeeze, which you did.
“I’m going to be rough. Tell me the very moment I approach your limit. You must, love. Please.”
“I will.”
“I love you, darling.”
“I love you too.” Your eyes had fallen closed again, intoxicated by his overpowering scent. You felt a kiss on your cheek before he fell back into character.
In one thrust, he was inside you. Your eyelids shot open. His hips snapped firmly back and forth, a piston on a machine, leaning down and pressing the hard armour of his chest into the soft flesh of your breasts. His hand found your hair, tugging lightly. You moaned. He buried his head into your shoulder, growling as he administered a particularly forceful thrust. You felt his teeth graze your skin.
Bite me.
No.
Please.
I won’t, daring.
Draw blood.
“NO.” His eyes met yours. He snarled, cocking his head. Your Loki was in there, and you felt safe knowing your gentle lover was still available to you despite the mask created by his overpowering method acting. He swiped his tongue up your neck and reached down to circle your clit with his hands as he continued to penetrate you.
“Stop. Please.” Your back arched with pleasure.
He chuckled darkly. “Absolutely not, mortal.” He spread his fingers over your collarbone, lingering there, before moving up to your neck. He didn’t squeeze. But the feeling of his fingers coiled around your neck like a snake made you tremble with desire. He removed his hand and pinned your wrists above you, nibbling at your neck. You felt hot puffs of air on the sensitive skin.
His hips tired and his thrusts became slack as he neared his end. You came like a freight train, moaning out loud, as he pulled out of you and finished himself with his hand, his seed decorating your stomach and breasts. He finished with a ferocious sound, heard only in the wild. Your heart pounded hard in your chest, the shock waves of each beat felt in every cell of your body. Loki’s breathing steadied and he frowned at you. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah. Drowsy. But good.”
“Stay there.”
When you opened your eyes, he was wiping your torso with a warm, wet flannel, switching to a fluffy towel to dry you off. “Here, love. Drink this.” He guided you up to sitting and passed you a tumbler of water from the nightstand, one hand around the glass and the other on your back, steadying you. He turned his wrist ninety degrees and your nightwear appeared back on your body, completely intact. He placed the water back down. He kissed your forehead.
“What do you need, love?”
“Just you. And some sleep.”
“It’s alright if I get in bed like this?” He gestured to his armour.
“Yeah.”
“And shall I take my boots off?”
“No. Keep them on.”
When you woke, you were tangled in him, surrounded by the comforting scent of home.
Whether home was the lingering aroma of London’s smog, or the heady scent of leather, you couldn’t be sure.
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I just realized you’re taking requests and I love your writing! May I request the ever loved soulmates trope with Loki and female plus!size reader?
A Touch Of You
Summary: this is part of my funfair celebration under the 'mini movie theatre' category honestly this is such a cute idea! Thank you for sending it in!!
Pairing: Loki x Plus Size! Fem! Reader
Word Count: 2k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics
Warnings: fluff, non canon compliant, takes place after thor tdw, flirting, soulmate au, the first place you touch is demarcated
A.N: absolutely love the soulmate trope, and with loki its just 💖, thank you once again! and i'm so glad you love my writing! thank you for reading and sending love!!
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A Touch Of You
“Are you really going to attempt that?” Thor speaks unceremoniously with a tired gaze to his brother.
“I’m dying you oaf.” Loki sneers, pressing his palm to the wound, adding to the dramatic scene.
“So do you not have anything to live for?” Thor shakes his head a sad smile on his face.
“What about, what about your destined mate?” Thor knows this might have Loki latch onto live.
“In my years on Asgard—,” Loki gives a pained groan.
“Asgard is one realm, what about Midgard?” Thor watches as the blood pools between his brother’s fingers.
“I am a God how can I be destined for a mortal.” Loki argues.
“Well currently you’re not immortal yourself.” Thor teases and Loki produces his own dagger.
“You’re very annoying.” He tells Thor who only shrugs.
Loki disappears from view and Thor looks around at the edge Loki stands staring at the barren land.
“What was the plan? Take over the throne?” Thor rolls his eyes.
“I could rule more fairly than him.” Loki defends.
“I know you could Loki and you will when the time comes. You cannot have your soulmate’s mark turn to black before you met.” Thor still tries again, he knows the stories their mother spoke, the stories that stuck with Loki.
The stories that also ended Loki’s faith in soulmates.
The stories that restored it.
“I only worry if, if I am not worthy for them. Realms where I have made mistakes.” Loki murmurs.
Thor places a hand on his arm, “Mistakes that occurred by you being tormented. Not of your own volition.” He reminds his brother.
Loki stares at the mark that stays colourless outlined upon his wrist. He runs his hand over the outline as he had through his age.
“How would we explain, how would we explain that I’d leave?” He murmurs, his brother smiles.
“We’ll come to an agreement.” Thor chuckles, glad his brother was more accepting towards the idea.
Six months and several eye rolls to his brother and the remaining Avengers later, Loki finds himself wandering the streets of Midgard.
He had come to the conclusion that only a few places were tolerated by him. Libraries, bookstores the independent kind not the noisy over filled brands that only stocked popular things.
It was surprisingly a day that was slow going, no troubles brewing on the horizon. Today would be a good day to find a book, or just roam the aisles of the quaint bookstore.
Maybe he would work up the courage to speak to you, the sweet woman at the counter. Just the thought of you had him nervously trace his soulmate mark.
You were beautiful in his eyes, the way your smile lit up the room, your laugh would echo in the depths of his chest and you never once looked down upon him. Nor made him feel unwelcome.
He had an inkling you knew who he was, yet your demeanour never changed.
You always greeted him with a beaming smile, giving him little anecdotes about books which he bought and you had read before.
The bell dings as he enters, his gaze finds an empty spot where you would usually stand at the counter. He frowns. Scanning the bookstore, it is seemingly empty.
“Darling?” The nickname spoken with ease, the flush that it brought on your cheeks however was missing, as were you.
Worry anchors into his stomach as he summons his dagger, moving through the aisles. A rhythmic tapping draws his attention towards the mythology section.
The tapping gets louder as he approaches dagger drawn, relief floods him as he recognises you.
You turn at the very same time startled by his presence and you lose your footing on the later. Loki swiftly takes strides and your left hand’s fingers wrap around his right wrist, tingling resonates between the interconnected marks and they bloom with colour while Loki breaks your fall with ease, holding you up.
Your eyes find his green ones, they harbour so much emotion.
“You, you need to be careful.” He murmurs, you tilt your head and he notices the headphones the beat similar to the one to which you were tapping your foot.
He takes the headphone out, he doesn’t need to lean in but god, having him this close after pining behind him and hoping your mark matched his by some miracle.
“I said you need to be careful, Darling.”
Your skin flushes, the warmth spreading through your chest, “I um, I was setting up a display… Avengers Celebration week…”
His eyes move to the display and his lips part, there was an entire wall dedicated to him, your cheeks heat further.
“Safe to say, that I am your favourite?” He teases, you turn you head trying to hide it against his chest.
“Well, I um..” You scramble for words as he rights your frame, your hand doesn’t leave his, his free hand encircles yours.
“Thank you.” You say, he shrugs it off.
“I was worried…” He admits, his own cheeks carrying a flush.
“About?”
“You, darling.”
“W-why… Did you know?” You wonder if he did know, he is a God after-all. Oh god, he’s a god.
“No, I, I just always felt drawn to you. From the day I saw you.”
“About four months ago?” You raise your brow, he nods.
“Could, could I take you out for dinner? A date as Midgardians call it?” He tilts his head, scrunching his nose.
“You don’t mind the fact that i’m me or Midgardian?” You question, nervousness laces your voice.
He hand moves to cup your cheek.
“I will not say no to the one who the fates have fashioned for me.” He brushes his thumb along your jaw.
“My first thought when I saw you?” He continues, “i cannot believe such ethereal beauty exists upon this realm. Right from your smile, to your laugh, to your eyes, to your face, to the way you move, to the way you speak. Everything pulled me in Darling. I would have fought with the fates if it turned out you were not mine.” His confession has you breathe deeply.
“Loki,” You shift your weight from one foot to the other, not understanding why you want to draw his attention to an insecurity you have begun to embrace and not care for, so why is it forcing its way onto your tongue?
“Is, are you not pleased? I, I know I have done horrible—,”
You shake your head, silencing him, “Loki, no, I know how difficult that was for you, I cannot fathom from where you found the strength to continue onward. I’m immensely proud of you, the way you came here trying to right wrongs that were done not by your own hands.” You press a soft kiss to the hand that still cups your cheek.
“I—, its just, I hope you’re pleased… I’m not exactly a goddess… you’re a god… and well… I don’t want you to have to well, settle…” You look away, at your soulmate marks still in contact.
“I’m not invincible, I used to believe several tales, follow glory, you could say that i had several perspective shifts, one thing however that my mother taught me. Is that my soulmate whoever they were, however they were, no matter their appearance I would accept them, it doesn’t mean I am settling, it means that I see you and I want you, I desire you, I will learn to love you the way you need, I want to be your soulmate in any capacity you desire.” He speaks, the hand cupping your cheek moves, to under your chin.
You meet his gaze again, his eyes hold sincerity and truth, you nod. A smile breaks out upon his lips.
“So is that a yes for the date?” He chuckles, seeing the blush return to your skin.
“Yes,” You giggle.
“Perfect, now, do you need help setting up?” He tilts his head to indicate the display you were working upon.
“I do, actually.”
His hand moves from yours as you walk the few steps to the display, he tugs you back when you head towards the ladder.
“I am perfectly capable of lifting you up.” Loki gives you a pointed look and you giggle again.
“Alright, you may lift me up.” You shake your head, he always had caught your eye from the first moment he walked in as though stepping off of a runway in that all black suit.
Loki begins to roll up his sleeves discarding the dark navy jacket. His eyes gleam with mirth as your heart thuds erratic.
You sent a silent thank you up to the fates, because god damn.
“Did you know I can read minds?” He has this teasing edge to his voice and you hope he’s joking.
“I’m not kidding, Darling.” His voice is low and deep.
“Loki,” You breathe trying to calm your racing heart.
He takes your hand in his, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.
“I wouldn’t read your mind without consent, love.” He says with a smile.
“You absolute tease.” You shake you head, cheeks warming.
“Only yours, only for you.” His words hold more emotion than he would like, he knows you can hear the heaviness they carry.
You knew there was more to him than the press releases or what occurred in New York, you knew he carried something that he did not allow most to see.
You cup his cheek, “All mine,” You stroke his cheek, your free hand brings his hand to your cheek, “All yours.”
Loki blinks, eyes lacing with emotion, the warmth from your skin warming his heart.
“I wish I could explain better how those four words make me feel. Words, they cease me even though we are surrounded by endless tales and confessions of emotions.” He gazes into your eyes.
“I can understand, how difficult a lot of things must be for you, you don’t have to tell me everything, I wouldn’t demand that from you. Just know whenever you are ready, I’m here to listen.” You stand on your tip toes pressing your lips to his cheek, his hands move to grab your waist, helping you remain against him.
After the kiss you wrap your arms around his neck, he holds onto you, not letting go of the embrace.
Loki carries the scent of saffron, vanilla and a hint of oud. His hold tightens around you,
“I’ve got you.”
Three simple words and Loki cannot fathom hoe in just this short amount of time he trusts you to be this vulnerable, this open with you, this needy with you.
As he retreats from the hug, setting you back down carefully you hold his hand to line up your now filled in coloured soulmate marks, he understands.
You smile up at him, not demanding him to speak, allowing him to decide his next move, words, actions and he presses his lips to your cheek.
You smile, when he pulls away he seems relieved, lighter than before.
“Come, let me help you finish the display.” He leads you, knowing he can converse about anything and everything with you.
The conversation flows easily, you stay on the topic of literature as he helps you, his seiðr lifting books from the back to where you two were stood as he held you up.
The green glow leaving you in awe, hesitantly you move to brush your fingertips over it as the seiðr hols up a book, it feels soft, thrumming and somehow carries a bit of Loki.
“It’s beautiful,” you tell him, the seiðr then reaches out to move away your strand of hair, making you chuckle.
Loki smiles, your work is done earlier with his help and the customers begin to roll in, he stays by your side at the counter only stepping away to the nearest restaurant to bring in food for the break you were about to take.
When he finds you closing up earlier his brows furrow with worry, you smile at him, slightly easing his tensed shoulders.
“I want to spend the day with my soulmate, impromptu date.” Your hand reaches out, he grasps it, lacing your fingers through his own.
“Very well, I know just the place.” Loki grins, elated, leading you through the streets to lead you through the place for your very first date.
