Running Away
It seems the two of you have not learned because here you sit in his quarters after dark, lying naked in his bed and huddled close to his chest. In these moments, it is merely the two of you, souls intertwining and contentment settling in the air around you.
“We should go to Midgard.” He says abruptly.
“What? Why?”
He sits up a bit, leaning the weight of his body on his forearm to get a better look at your face while he talks to you.
“We could make a home there, you and I.”
You furrow your eyebrows and watch as he rambles on about his plan to live on Midgard with you without having to hide your relationship. You never would believe Loki would make such a tremendous sacrifice merely to be with a servant like yourself.
“But things are different there, Loki.”
“I know, but I don’t care. We could just be us. You and I in a different place away from Allfather, and my brother, and the suffocation that is this palace. Please, Y/n.” He says your name so softly, how can you even begin to deny him.
“Okay.”
“Really?” He smiles widely, a sight you’ve grown to crave every day.
“Yes, really, but we should leave now if we’re going to do this.”
And there you both got up and put your clothes on, making your journey to Midgard to safely be whoever you wanted to be. Loki relished in the fact that he could kiss you and hold you freely, not having to worry about watchful eyes praying on their every move. For the first time, he could say that he was truly happy, and you could say the same.