Fear (LokixReader)
The music continued in the dance hall as you turned your back to the speakers with a wave to the group that had gathered hours ago. The yearly fundraising for another charity is left in the room behind you - after donating your evening and half of today’s bank account you allowed yourself to leave. Taking the elevator back to your floor, a glimmer of green shimmers off your phone screen in a reflection.
You quip without removing your eyes from the screen, “Can I help you, fool?”
A gasp, “You dare call your king a fool?”
Your head snaps to find a smirking Loki leaning against the railing as he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his jacket. “King?” You giggle, “your king? Who do you think you are, sir?”
He wiggled his eyebrows, “Hopefully a very attractive Asgardian who you adore.”
A chuckle shook your shoulders as you turned your attention back to the device in your hand, “I adore no kings, rulers needing such titles are a bit pathetic.” You raised your eyebrows to him over the screen as he unbuttoned his cuffs, “Don’t you agree, Prince of Asgard?” You bit your cheek to avoid the cheeky grin your own mocking caused.
Loki hummed in agreement, “Yes, of course. Ridiculous titles for such a small bounty.” Loki closed the space between the two of you in one step, “I much prefer the honor of husband.” He smirked down to you again as you faked a swoon.
“Very cute, horns.” You reached up and patted his temple as the elevator door opened to your floor. Exiting, you called to him, “Coming, loser?”
“Loser?” you heard from behind followed by the elevator door closing.
You giggled as you continued down the hall to your room. Allowing Loki to enter and trail, you sat at your desk and began removing the jewelry and makeup from the night.
You took out the small mirror in your desk to inspect your face, making sure all remnants of mascara and eyeshadow were gone. A flash of green light made you look up from the pink frame in your hand to the golden wrapped mirror now hung above your desk.
You rolled your eyes, “No, thank you. I’ve got this!” You raised your hand slightly, motioning to the mirror in your grasp.
“You won't need to hold this one.” Loki pointed to himself through the reflective surface as he watched you use the small disk from where you sat. He let himself be washed in green light, suit falling away to be replaced with green linen as he lay back on the mattress.
“I like holding it.” With one final swipe, your makeup was gone. With one flash of green light over yourself, Loki removed the green dress you had dawned for your own leisure clothes. You shivered from the sensation, “You know I hate that. It tickles!” you laughed with Loki as he teased you, changing your attire once more to a different set of pajamas.
You scrunched your nose to him as he sat up, “Yes, but it’s just so fun, my dear.” You rolled your eyes as he began again, “Would you like to sit on the terrace with me? I’m in need of fresh air before I’m able to relax.”
“Sure, I’m going to make something warm to drink. Want anything?” he called his request as you found yourself at the small nook in the corner of the kitchen, filling two mugs with soothing liquid. Retrieving a book, you balanced a drink on top of it and joined Loki on the balcony as he looked across the city from his seat.
He gathered his mug from atop your book and made room for you on the chaise. You sat in the comfortable noises of the city for minutes while you read aloud to Loki from the novel. Your words floated in resonance of the traffic below and planes above, a small symphony of peace for Loki came to an end as your words ended with the last sentence of the book.
You sighed at the ending, closing the book and setting it on the small table in front of you and retrieving your cup. You took a small sip of the cold liquid only for the net sip to be hot anew. You smiled at Loki and sat back against him. “I can’t believe the thing that killed her was the only thing she had fought for, for six books!” You vented about the ending plot. “And it made no sense, she was obviously rushed to finish the series. Stupid.” You mumble more complaints into your mug as Loki chuckled.
He watched as you sat up, explaining with your whole arm where the plot holes were and the time you felt you wasted on reading the books but Loki heard none of it. Loki watched as you beamed your passion for the story to the whole city, laughing at your intensity and being caught in the act.
“You think my pain is funny, pretty man?” You cocked an exaggerated eyebrow at him as he raised his hands in defense.
“Never, little one.” He bit his lip, horribly hiding his amusement, “What would be a better ending? Should she live forever - have the perfect ending? That would be boring, yes?”
You retorted, “Well, yeah! That really would’ve sucked - but c’mon! The only goal she had? The only thing she wanted? Killing her?!”
He tilted his head in agreement, “The character development is a bit off, yes. Though, you would have died instantly. You fight for everything, you would’ve died over package delivery times.”
You huffed, “Oh yeah? Well what should you fight over if not everything that I enjoy?”
Loki thought aloud, “I fight things I’m afraid of, or of course fight to get what I deserve.”
“Gotcha, so you fight a normal meal and fight for sweets as the main course?” You bit your own cheek in laughter.
“You’re a monster, you know.” He shook his head at you, “If you fought everything you were afraid of you’d never leave this room.”
You glared, “Asshat.”
Loki chuckled as you started, “Okay, tell me then,” tilting your cup towards him, you questioned, “what are you afraid of?”
His features flashed through amusement, fear, mischief, and finally fell on genuine interest as he thought about his answer for half a second. Loki pursed his lips slightly, finding the skyline with his eyes, “You,” he spoke softly, “I am afraid of you.” He spoke the second line with more determination.
Confusion plucked at your brows and titled your head as it fell into your own fear. “I’m sorry I scare you.” You cleared your throat to rid yourself of your soft voice, “Though, does that mean we are going to fight now?” Your own eyes followed the skyline as you avoided his stare with a light chuckle.
A huff of amusement came from the god, “You don’t scare me.” He smirked as you found his face again, “Don’t worry, darling, you are terrifying but that's not what scares me about you.”
“But you just-”
“Yes, it seems I did.” Loki nodded, “Let me clarify.” He cleared his throat slightly, allowing his fingers to fall over yours as they held the mug in your hand. His fingertips nearly hovered over the skin of your knuckles as he spoke.
“I am afraid of you seeing you how I do,” the small voice of admittance crept from his throat, “I am afraid one day you will awake - to look in that silly pink mirror of yours - and see the wonderful, amazing, intelligent, insanely impressive, utterly gorgeous creature you are. I’m scared that on that day, you will see that you deserve someone far better than I.” Loki took a breath as he smiled only in pain to himself, “I am afraid of you and the power you will hold over me once you’ve left me.”
You batted away your own tears to his honesty and sat with his hands over yours as you shared the cushion in the humming city below. Deciding to remove the pain of the moment with humor, you tease, “What I’m hearing is I currently hold no power over you?”
Loki smirked and shook his head, “None at all.”
“Well that,” you set your cup to the side, “We will have to fight over.” With one smooth sweep of your leg, Loki sat on the floor of the balcony as you laughed over him.
A move of magic over your form brought you to him. Loki held you in your laughing fit for a moment before you both calmed. He watched again as you sat in your peace and his own fell over him.
“Do you really think that I’d leave?” you asked gently after laying under the sky for a few moments of silence.
“I don’t think you would.”
“Good,” you praised, “because I already know I’m wonderful, amazing, intelligent, and insanely impressive.”
Loki clicked his tongue, “And utterly gorgeous.”