Yay for my first Avengers fic! This is just a short one-shot somewhere in the beginning of Thor: The Dark World. Hope y'all enjoy!
Loki lowered his head, lank black hair falling in his face and covering his grief-dulled eyes. He did not wish to see the disappointment in his love's eyes. He knew that she was coming to lecture and berate him, and Loki knew he deserved it. After allowing himself to be brainwashed into attempting the subjugation of Midgard, he deserved far worse. He counted himself lucky that she was deigning to visit him at all, even of it was in anger.
"Loki," she called softly, catching the god off guard. Her melodic voice sent chills down his spine, just as it always had.
Not raising his head, the raven-haired man responded. "I did not expect you to come."
"Why would I not?"
Loki smiled darkly, a hint of the madness that had once consumed him showing. "Who would want to come see the bastard son of Jotunheim? The frost giant runt who cannot even call himself a giant? Who would deign to visit another monster in the dungeons?"
Quiet shuffling answered him and Loki assumed that she had left him to his misery, but when he looked up, he saw her there, forehead and palms pressed against the glass.
"Someone who loves you dearly," she murmured, pale blue eyes filled with nothing but honesty and love.
Unable to draw his gaze away from her mesmerizing form, Loki stared, struggling to maintain his usual blank façade. "How could one still love me?"
"I'll tell you if you come closer," the curly haired woman answered coyly.
Loki narrowed his green eyes, but relented. He pushed himself to his feet, limping slightly on his injured foot. Once he was in front of her, the god dropped to his knees so he could be eye-level with her. He silently cursed the barrier between them that kept him from feeling the warmth of her flesh against his as he mirrored her position.
"How could one still love me?" He asked again, unable to match her gaze once more.
"I love you simply because is always have. Loving you is what I do, it defines who I am. Rarely does anyone know me beyond 'the one who puts up with Loki,' or 'the woman who wants to be with Loki.' For me, loving you is normal, and not loving you would ruin me."
"So you continue to love me simply because you know nothing else," Loki scoffed bitterly, moving once again away from the glass.
A sudden hand on his shoulder stopped him. "No," she whispered. "I continue to love you because I do not wish to know anything else."
Loki turned to face his love once more. He said nothing, but she could see the raw emotions dancing behind his eyes. She had always been able to read him like one of the books he so loved, even when no one else could and he always pushed her away because of it. That is why Sigyn was utterly shocked when he suddenly yanked her close, crushing her slight form to his warm chest.
"I love you too," he whispered into her hair.
Woo! Super short, but I wanted to keep it short and sweet, almost to the point where it becomes saccharine. Hope I did okay. Review!