Pairing: Loki Laufeyson X Reader

Setting: Prior to the events of Thor: The Dark World

Type: Fluff

Warning: A bit of swearing, but it's kept to a minimum

Word Count: 2146

Notes: Finally! It's out, after so freaking long! I'm not going to bore you with the notes, so enjoy! (Kinda OOC, I'm really bad at writing Loki. ;3; Sowwy)

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"Move." barked the guard from behind, abruptly pushing your back forward.

You exhaled sharply, but didn't replicate. What would the point be in this situation anyway?

Following the indications, you tiredly walked in the corridors of the fortress while keeping an eye on the area. This place was so big that you were sure even their residents were getting lost in it. But your eyes didn't have the time to snoop around that you were being pushed by the two guards behind, not counting the tenth others who walked by your side with a pissed off expression.

"Could you guys chill for a second here?" you nagged with a smirk, in direction of the stuck-up asshole that kept hitting your back. "Get your heads out of your asses already."
"Shut up." grumbled a guy to your left. "You're in no condition to complain."

Without adding a word, you scoffed mockingly and continued your not-so-peaceful walk towards a destination you kind of already knew about.

In jail. Was it so difficult to admit? For you, the mighty assassin (Y/n), known throughout the entirety of the nine realms, to accept the fact that you got caught by the Asgardian militia after all those years? Yes, it was, and it profoundly damaged your pride. You worked so hard for the reputation you earned, only to see everything crumble to pieces before your eyes But sarcasm and smartass comments was your way to hide the deep feeling of disappointment you felt inside.

A door finally opened towards a large corridor leading to countless windows, all of them representing cell. You were curious to see glass instead of iron bars, but didn't complain: it looked much more clean than some places you'd seen before. Without waiting, the guards opened one of the empty cells and threw you in, making your face land right on the ground. You groaned loudly, struggling to sit up.

"Thanks guys, really appreciated." you muttered, painfully laying your hand on your forehead.

None of them answered. They just all gazed at you in disgust, before turning around to leave the room in hurry.

"Come back, assholes!" you yelled, quickly standing up. "I'm not done with you yet!"

You hurried forward, only to percuss the glass that was apparently closed now. Your fists slammed onto the forcefield repeatedly, although it didn't seemed effective whatsoever.

"I swear, I'm going to kill you all!" you continued, screaming at nobody in particular.
"Sweetheart, I suggest you don't make promises you won't keep." nagged an unknown voice on your left.

You turned your head around within the time of a blink, only to face the guy in the cell next to yours. He had long raven hair over his shoulders, deep emerald eyes, and brung back to your mind a weird impression of déjà vu. His legs crossed, he laid his back against the farthest wall of his room, looking in your direction with a smooth grin.

"And also, pretty much everyone tried breaking that glass over there." he continued, a hint of mockery in his voice. "No one succeeded yet, but I'm sure you've got your chances."
"Tsk, shut it up." you hissed.
"I'll pass, thanks."

You exhaled deeply: not even a minute in this place and your cellmate was annoying the crap out of you already.

"Like the place?" the man asked nonchalantly, his gaze locked on you.
"How am I supposed to like being in a prison?" you retorted bluntly.
"It could be worse."

You scoffed at his answer, lifting your head up in his direction.

"Says the guy who has a complete furnished vell."
"Yeah, keep being jealous."

Silence took over the conversation as the two of you looked at each other, both weirded out by the impression of déjà vu. You knew the guy from somewhere, you were sure of it, but couldn't remember exactly where. And he felt the exact same way.

"Since this is awkward, better off introducing myself." the man commented with a smirk. "I'm Loki, once King of Asgard before they threw me into this hole. Honestly, I still should be, but my dad's a stuck up asshole, so..."
"That's why you reminded me something." you admitted. "Nice to meet you, I'm (Y/n)."

Loki frowned, a thoughtful look into his eyes.

"(Y/n) (Y/l/n) I presume?" he asked, looking surprised when you agreed. "Wow. Big fan of your work. Although, I never thought you would get caught."
"To be honest, me neither."

You smiled genuinely, and internally, knew today was the beginning to an awesome story.

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You fluttered your eyes open lazily, annoyed by the blinding light over your bed, that was spotted right into your face. Multiple times you asked for it to be moved, but apparently, a prisoner had no rights in this place. Only the thought made you sigh.

You sat on your bed with a groan, your legs feeling numb and asleep. Once again. Because let's be honest, there wasn't much place in a cell to lumber up. And since everything becomes boring fast, it wasn't not so hard to lose your mind.

Luckily, you seemed to do well enough for now. It would take a lot more to deeply affect you psychologically, although you couldn't wait to get out of this hellhole.

At least Loki was there to help you get through it. During the past two months, you had developed a bond that couldn't simply be described as friendship. With conversations full of over-the-top revenges plans and mindless flirty remarks, you couldn't even put a finger on what you shared with the man exactly. You were constantly curious about it, internally of course. And if Loki was too, he surely didn't show it.

"Morning princess." you heard a voice say from across the room. "Sleep well?"

Your eyes turned around to see your friend, still lying down  on his bed, with an apparent smirk on his lips. His eyelids seemed shut, which made you wonder how he figured you were awake.

"If this freaking spotlight could finally be removed from over my face, I would." you grumbled.
"Surely it's not going to happen."
"That's why I'm complaining."

Loki chuckled at your comment, unknowingly making a smile form on your lips.

"This place is slowly killing me..." he muttered, disgust audible in his voice, like all the other times he spoke about the prison.
"That's their goal I believe. Or else, why the fuck would they throw us in the most depressing decor to have ever existed? Like, white walls, really?"
"No, that's not what I was talking about..."

You raised your head in curiosity. "What are you talking about, then?"

Loki, now sitting on his bed with his back leaning on the wall, locked his gaze onto yours with a smirk.

"I mean, it gets lonely after a while..." he sighed dramatically with a chuckle.
"Shut it." you snapped back, a grin on your lips. "Stop insinuating things and get a life."
"So far, in this hell hole..."
"Hm, good point. You're lucky to have me."
"That I am."

As silence took over, you placed your hair behind your ears thoughtfully, getting lost in your mind. Your heart was beating faster than before, and feelings of glee filled your stomach for no reasons. As once again demonstrated, even the shorter conversation could trouble you deep inside: you had feelings you never even felt before, the kind of emotion you had feared all your life. It slowed down, it affected your abilities to function, and it turned you into a much more weak person. You couldn't be sure if you were right, but all of this looked like... love?

No, it couldn't be. Love wasn't something you had time for, surely not with your profession. Well, even if you were kind of on a break right now, the risks of maintaining a relationship were too big.

Although, you were talking about Loki. He would probably understand, as you two shared similar values on the subject. It could be an option...

'Are you nuts?' you internally said to yourself. 'Do you know how dangerous that would be? Love isn't meant for people like us.'

"Is there something on your mind?"

Loki's voice quickly drawn you out of your thoughts, making you turn instantly in his direction with a nervous smile.

"Nothing!" you lied. "Why do you ask?"
"You kept staring at the wall like it was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen." he replied,  trying not to burst into laughter. "I mean, don't get me wrong, it's a beautiful wall, but I'm way prettier"
"Sorry, I just got lost in my thoughts."
"Whatever you say, darling."

With a grin, he simply turned around to sit on a wooden chair behind him, his emerald eyes nonchalantly gazing at you.

"Hey Loki, can I ask you a question?" you asked, walking over near the glass wall that separated your cells.
"Go ahead darling."
"I know it seems weird and all but... If you happen to leave this place before me..."

You stopped in the middle of your sentence, no clue how to correctly put up the words you tried to say. Hopefully without him taking you for a crazy romantic, which you weren't.

"Will you come back for me?"

A weird silence took over at first, as none of you knew what to say. It was awkward, silent, something you've never experienced with Loki before. You kept making up excuses in your head for your weird behavior when a scoff resonated from the other side of the glass.

"Never thought you were the sensitive kind (Y/n)." he smirked with a chuckle.
"Look, never mind what I said, I-"
"Of course I would come back for you."

The answer hit you like a truck, and you looked at him in awe: he was joking, wasn't he? He couldn't be serious. But the smirk had disappeared, leaving at his place an honest smile and an heartwarming look in his eyes. An expression of honesty you had never seen on his face, that convinced you he wasn't lying.

"What, did you expect something else?" he asked, confused by your troubled expression.
"No, not at all."

Loki scoffed mockingly. "Wow, you're really weird today." he commented.
"I'm aware..." you sighed, your gaze nonchalantly wandering on the ceiling. "I guess that light must've fucked up my entire sleeping process."
"Guess so."

As much as the God of Mischief could be a smartass, he wasn't showing any of theses signs right now: he seemed thoughtful, pensive, and extremely confused, something that, once again, you've never seen him do in the past two months. After a couple of uncomfortable seconds of silence, he finally lifted his head and looked in your eyes, dead serious.

"Wait, was it a disguised love confession you just did?" he asked, weighing each of his word heavily.

At that particular time, if there was a window, you would've threw yourself through it: broken bones would've been better than answering the question. But since the prison clearly didn't allow you, you were stuck sitting on the floor, facing Loki with, you guessed, the dumbest expression on your face. What could you possibly answer? The "yes" would be way too cheesy, while the "no" could ruin your chances forever. Even though, stuck in a prison, it didn't really matter, but you knew you would get out someday. 'Focus!' you thought. 'Answer smartly!'

"I suppose...?" you murmured, so low it would've been inaudible if the prison wasn't this silent.

You face palmed internally. 'Wow, so you are one of the best criminal in the entire Nine Realms, and you can't even do a love confession properly?' you muttered to yourself. 'That's kind of pathetic.'

Loki's smirk grew wide again. "Shall I take that as a yes?" he asked, not getting his eyes off you.
"Fine." you sighed, rolling your eyes. "It was a not-so-subtle love confession. I just wanted to see if we shared the same feelings. There, happy?"

It didn't take a second to immediately regret your words. Acting like one of those Midgardian schoolgirl that you've heard so much about. You were sure that Loki would laugh it off, tell you to get some sleep, and the situation would forever be forgotten. You hoped at least.

But he didn't. He just smiled, and scoffed lightly.

"(Y/n), you are so weird." he declared. "But I like you that way."
"Does that mean..."
"Yes. Yes, it does."

For the first time in a long, long time, you smiled. Not smirked, nor grinned, but smiled happily. The prison didn't make it easy, but for once, you were happy. Sure, the future would be full of surprises if you ended up with Loki along the way, but theses surprises, positive and negative, were no match against the two of you. The God of Mischief seemed to share theses feelings, as a similar smile formed on his lips.

Which really didn't last long until his smart ass side took over.

"Y'know, I would kiss you, but I don't want the forcefield to mess up my beautiful face."
"Shut up."

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Part 2 is up!