It felt like the most peaceful way to deteriorate—happy, even. Having a chaste kiss before he disappeared was enough to keep her heart fluttering, and it was the same as of right now. It didn’t matter when he left her in the mornings, because he always returned in an even larger way, surprising her with how loving he could be.
She didn’t mind that his mind sometimes wandered when they were together, nor did she mind when he lashed out and shouted at her, because he always cowered a minute later and begged for her forgiveness—not that he had to. Nothing he could do could ever warrant her to hate him, and she made sure that he knew that.
“My love?”
“In here,” Y/N called tiredly, head tipped upwards with her eyes closed as she reclined on her bed, the pillows bunching around her and obstructing her peripheral vision. The lights in the room were off and she sighed deeply when he joined her on the bed, not saying anything as he gently grasped her hand, stroking the skin there before guiding it to his lips and pressing soft kisses to her knuckles. “Come here,” she mumbled, eyes still closed and a smile spreading across her face as she scooted to the side, making space for him. “I missed you,” she whispered as he gracefully lay down next to her.
“My heart ached for your voice, my dear,” he replied, taking great pride in the shy smile that graced her face and the soft laugh that escaped her. “And… other parts of you.”
“Eugh,” she groaned. “You ruined it.” She pouted playfully before she gently fluttered her eyes open only to meet Loki’s eyes, and a wide grin settled onto her face which mirrored the one he wore. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” she laughed softly, cupping his jaw gently.
“I believe I should be saying that to you,” he replied softly. His hair was slightly longer than the last time she had seen him—yet it had been almost three months since she last saw him, but that was despite the point—and he seemed even more beautiful now that she could see him outside of her dreams. “Your beauty shocks me still,” he muttered before rolling over and trapping her beneath him, nestled between her legs and she immediately wrapped them loosely around his waist, arms wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him in.
“As does yours,” she said softly, lacing her fingers into his hair and gently detangling the—very few—knots.
“How you fail to grow bored of me never ceases to amaze me,” he marvelled, lifting his head slightly to press his lips to hers.
“Hey,” she mumbled against his lips, pulling away to frown. She gently rolled them over, leaning over him to press their foreheads together. “I will never grow tired or bored of you, alright?”
“Alright,” he whispered, craning his neck to slot their lips together, the need to feel her everywhere he could overtaking him. “Even the knives?” The words were mumbled against her lips and she pulled away with an incredulous smile.
“Even the knives,” she giggled before leaning down and pressing a kiss on his cheek before practically collapsing on top of him, head buried in his neck and legs hugging his hips. “I love you,” she said, breathing him in.
“And I you,” he answered. “Someday I shall steal you away and we shall start a new life.”
“I quite like this one,” she murmured, closing her eyes as his hands drew circles on her back. “As long as we remain with one another, any life would suit me.”
“Is that so?” His voice was amused, and he placed one hand on her head to hug her closer, grinning when she said a muffled ‘yes’ into his neck. “Still, I feel we should have a different life. One where I needn’t leave you.”
“That would be nice,” she smiled, lifting her body. “But I believe that I’m hungry,” she laughed, clambering off of him and standing up. And when she turned around, she couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of Loki sprawled across her bed, completely and utterly relaxed with his hair slightly messy and his breath coming in an even rhythm. “Come on, sleepy head. I’ve got some hot cocoa that I refuse to drink alone.”
And as he stood, he gently touched his pocket where a box lay, and he wondered if he could hold off his plan until everything was perfect.
But Y/N never minded; she had him.