Rambling Confession
I mentally prepare myself for what I'm about to do. Why I'm doing this I have no clue, but you miss 100% of the shots you don't take, so I guess I'm doing this.
"Loki! Could I talk to you for a moment?" I quickly blurt out before I can change my mind. It was just the two of us in the kitchen of the tower, so it was the perfect opportunity.
"Yeah, sure" he comes and stands on the other side of the island, waiting for me to start talking. And I just start vomiting words before I start regretting this whole thing.
"Okay, this is probably stupid - no, it's definitely stupid - but I have to get something off of my chest, and if this doesn't go well, we can pretend this never happened and go about business as usual, but, gods- Loki, I like you. Like I REALLY like you. And, I know it's stupid, and you're a literal god, but I think you're the most beautiful thing that has ever existed and I think I could love you if you'd just let me-"
Before I can say anything else, he's kissing me. When he moved around the island, I'm not quite sure, but his hands are on either side of my face, and he's fucking KISSING me. I mean I'm not by any means complaining because holy shit this is amazing. My hands drifted up to rest on his strong shoulder and he breaks the kiss and looks me in the eyes, a softness I'd never seen before in his face. His hands then move down to my back and he pulls me into a tight embrace.
"I'll let you, my love." His voice is quite literally music to my ears. He didn't just call me 'love' like normal either, no, he said 'my love'. I hug him tighter, a tear of joy leaking from the corner of my eye as I bury my face in his chest. His. That's definitely a better outcome than I expected. As we pull apart, I joke that:
"I can see where the title of 'Silver Tongue' comes from" to which he tells me:
"Darling, you know nothing of my silver tongue yet." He winks, hands still resting on my upper arms.
"So, what do you say we go to dinner tonight?" I suggest.
"That sounds splendid my love." There it is again; 'my love'. I can certainly get used to this.
"Movie in the meantime? I've got another musical for us to watch!"
"Not another one of those dreadful musicals" he groans as I take his hand and drag him towards the living room like a kid on Christmas, grinning ear to ear.
"Oh, come on, you love them!"