#loki drabble
Anon: 119 & 128 + Loki
119.“You lied to me.”
128.“You did this for me?”
Warnings: Angst, established relationship, Thor spoilers I guess?
Words: 512
A/N: (This takes place in the first Thor film!)
The throne room was empty except for you and your prince, but the air between you was heavy and thick as if filled by a crowd of people. As usual, he looked cool, calm, and collected as he sat on his illegitimate throne- the perfect visage of grace under pressure. However, you had known Loki enough to recognize the subtle giveaways (the slight flaring of his nostrils and the mounting tension in his shoulders) that showed the true feelings bubbling under the surface.
“Iasked you, Loki.” Your voice finally broke the tense silence and the prince’s gaze on you wavered for a moment.
“I asked you if you knew anything about what happened, and you said no. You lied to me. Thor is gone because of you, and your father-”
“He is not my father.” Loki jumped to his feet with a snarl, advancing on you quickly. “Have you not yet heard of my true parentage? Had you any idea that you loved a monster?”
You were quick to scoff, turning away from him so he couldn’t see the tears you were blinking back.
“It is your choices, my love, that make you a monster.” The bitterness in your voice had him wincing internally but his face remained as still as stone. “The identity of your father is merely a technicality.”
“'My choices’, as you say… You mean the choices made for me, as the youngest son? I had no choice, darling. I had to do this to fix it, fix everything.”
“You have fixed nothing! Nothing! There are frost giants in the palace, hungry for our blood! Your brother-” He went to speak, but your glare cut him off. “-Is trapped on Midgard. Your mother is sobbing in absolute grief while your father drifts through Odinsleep. What, pray tell, what has this fixed?!”
“I have taken back my birthright. My throne, my title, my right to rule as king.” Loki walked over to you as he spoke, gripping your arms too tightly and staring you down with a manic gaze and matching sneer. “All of that which is mine is now also yours, my darling. You can have anything and everything you wish. Odin would have had you marry that big oaf, that poor excuse for a king, but now you can still be mine. I did this for us!”
You were frozen in his arms, absorbing all he said in disbelief. Desperately searching for a lie in his emerald eyes, your tears finally began to fall when you found none.
“You… did this for me? All this, for me?” He smiled for a moment before you started to squirm violently against him. Your small hands slapped against his leather clad chest until he allowed you to step away.
Choking on your own gasps and sobs, you backed away from your prince slowly. You committed his image to your memory in that brief second before whispering a farewell. He lunged forward to catch you, but you teleported away using the trick he himself had taught you to keep you safe.
Day 4 of Kyra’s Christmas Sing-a-long Series
Pairing:Loki x Reader
Warning(s):None.
Author’s Note: Just FYI, I did cut some of the lyrics to this song to make it fit the story, and all of that junk. Also, the gif isn’t really relevant to the story. ENJOY!
I don’t want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don’t care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you, yeah.
You sigh as you sit down on the couch in the corner of the room. Tony’s annual Christmas Eve party was in full swing, but there was no way you could feel more alone. Looking down at your glass of wine, you sigh once more before taking a timid sip. When you look back up at everyone in the room, your wandering eyes fall on a certain raven haired Asgardian prince.
“Is everything alright?” You turn to see Natasha sitting beside you.
“I’m good. The party is just lousy.” You smirk a little, and Natasha grins.
“Don’t let Tony hear you say that.”
“Mhmm.”
“Would your sour mood have anything to do with being without a specific date?”
You turn and glare at your best friend.
“Shut up.”
Natasha just smirks before standing up. Looking down at you she says: “The night’s still young, Y/N.” And she walks away.
I don’t want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
And I don’t care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I don’t need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won’t make me happy
With a toy on Christmas Day
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you
Natasha’s words ring in your ears as you watch her walk away, and once she’s disappeared in the crowd, your eyes begin to wander around for Loki once more. Then you spot him; he’s standing next to his brother looking more than uncomfortable. Taking a swig of your drink, you place your glass on a nearby table and work your way through the crowd towards Loki.
Oh, I won’t ask for much this Christmas
I won’t even wish for snow
And I’m just gonna keep on waiting
Underneath the mistletoe
Your plan is devious, but you thought maybe, just maybe, the god of mischief would appreciate it. You slide right up next to him and gently nudge his arm with your body.
“Hey, there,” you say.
Loki looks down at you and smiles slightly.
“Hello.”
“This party blows.”
Loki laughs.
“Wanna go somewhere a little quieter?”
“And where would that be?” Loki inquired, raising an eyebrow at you. You shrug and offer him your hand; he obliges and lets you lead him out onto the balcony.
“Why did you bring us out here?” Loki asks, looking out over the balcony when you just smirk and point up. He looks above his head and sees mistletoe handing from the shade above the doors leading back inside. He smirks as he looks back down at you. “You know, Y/N, if you wanted to kiss, all you had to do was ask.”
I won’t make a list and send it
To the North Pole for Saint Nick
I won’t even stay awake to
Hear those magic reindeer click
‘Cause I just want you here tonight
Holding on to me so tight
What more can I do?
Baby, all I want for Christmas is you
You grin up at the god in front of you.
“What’s the fun in that? Mistletoe is so more festive.” Loki grins. “Well,” you ask, “we gonna kiss, or what?” You raise an eyebrow teasingly.
“Well, I do believe it is per Midgardian tradition.”
You laugh, and look up into his blue eyes. You’re just looking at him, losing yourself in the vastness that is Loki, when you notice his face is getting closer and closer. And then, suddenly, his lips are on yours and you are locked in a heated kiss.
Oh, I don’t want a lot for Christmas
This is all I’m asking for
I just wanna see my baby
Standing right outside my door
Oh, I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby, all I want for Christmas is you
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