You slowly rise to your feet, not breaking eye contact with the clearly devastated Loki.

"Why should I believe you?" you asked. Not angrily. You were too shattered for anger. But you couldn't, wouldn't let him break your heart again.

Hearts were not made for breaking.

"Because I have always loved you, Y/N," Loki's gaze did not falter. "Because from the moment I saw you fighting so gracefully whilst I was trapped in my own mind, I fell in love with this beautiful Jotun so like me. And I hated how Darkier teased me with his relationship with you, letting you get so close to me but me not being able to love you properly..."

Shock and emotional pain flooded through you as actual tears began to fall down his face.

Loki Laufeyson was a stone-hearted Jotun.

Loki Laufeyson did not cry.

Loki Laufeyson did not love.

And yet, here was living proof that he did, in fact, do all these things.

"I love you so much, my dear Y/N," he finished, letting the blue skin and red eyes take over. "I know that I cannot use my controlled state as an excuse, but I beg of your forgiveness."

You looked at him, your heart tugging painfully. Because, you knew, you still loved him too. "I-I'm sorry Loki. I have been ... I've been a fucking mess. I'm sorry."

His lips lifted at the edges at your casual profanity.

"I don't want to hate you." You looked down at your hands. "But I'm also not ready to love you right now, either. So- so can we stay friends for now? Please?"

Loki looked disappointed, but you internally sighed with relief as he said, "Of course, Y/N. I will be what you need me to be."

"Thank you, Loki," you reached forward, taking his hand and shaking it, smiling sadly at the blue overtaking both of your bodies.

- - -

Within the next week, you were completely regretting your decision to friendzone Loki.

The awkwardness, fucking Odin above ... you were so not prepared for it.

When you and Loki reached for the salt at the same time, clutching hands accidentally, and people reacted more than when you'd literally made out in front of them.

When you would watch movies, all the Avengers together, and you would get shoved together by Stark ("Oh, wow, thanks for that, Stark!" "What? I thought you liked him?") and you would spend the whole movie rigid, unable to even touch him.

"This has to stop," Clint declared one evening, stalking into your room.

"What does?" you asked, holding two red dresses up to yourself in the mirror, trying to figure out which best went with the e/c AND red eyes.

"You and Silvertongue. Duh." Clint made himself comfortable on your bed. You threw the dresses to the side and sat next to him.

"Everything's so ... awkward!" you threw out your hands, annoyed. "I- I can't even fucking look at him now."

"Thor, I screwed everything up!" Loki moaned, exasperated with himself. "And now, everything is so ... awkward!"

"I- I miss him," you admitted. "So bloody much. And after all that shoving away? He couldn't still love me."

"And I've missed her every day, and kicked myself every day for letting myself be so weak to be controlled," Loki buried his head in his hands, speaking from behind his palms. "And after the colossal screw-up, how could she love me?"

"I think you should talk to him, Y/N/N," Clint said gently. "You never know what he might still think of you. And if he thinks any less of you for trying to figure out your feelings, then unleash that thing that you pulled on Darkier, okay?"

You laughed. "Okay, Clint."

"Loki, you need to talk to her," Thor suggested. "Lady Y/N was conflicted. But I don't think she is anymore. I think she still loves you. And you'll never know if she did love you if you walked away now. You can't give up on her! Not when I think, no, KNOW she needs you."

"You are wise beyond what I believed, Thor," Loki admitted. "Very well. I'll talk to Y/N."

You ran out of your room, running straight into the wall.

"That fucking hurt," you moaned, clutching you nose, which immediately leaked red. "Oh, for fuck's sake."

The wall spoke. "Y/N!? I'm so sorry!"

You looked up and saw that the wall was now holding out a handkerchief.

Not the wall.

You'd run into Loki.

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