TITLE: Declarations
CHAPTER NO. /ONE SHOT: One Shot
AUTHOR: wolfpawn
ORIGINAL IMAGINE:Imagine Loki , sadly confronting you one day, saying stuff like, "I see the way you look at him." and "I know how you feel about him. I understand." You are confused, and you ask him what he means. Then he tells you that he knows you are in love with Thor. You look at him shocked, as you are not in love with Thor at all. Then he goes on about how he's always the second choice, and he should have known better than to think that you could have ever cared about him as more than a friend in the first place. He apologizes for bothering you like this, and walks away with his head low. You quickly follow him, telling him to wait. He stops and turns around. You approach him put your hands gently onto his waist, and say nothing but "Loki, you're wrong." Then, he looks so happy, happier than he has in months, and he pulls you into a huge cuddle and holds you firm and eyes are a little teary, and he asks in a whisper,"Really?" You smile up at him and whisper back, "Really."
RATING: Teen.
NOTES/WARNINGS: None.
It was just a normal day on Asgard, it had been a few weeks since there had last been a battle and you had finally had time to spend with your friends and just train again. You laughed with Thor as you joined him in the walk from the training grounds as he made his way back to his chambers to bathe and as you headed to the library. Recalling how Fandral had become somewhat distracted by Sif merely readjusting her breastplate and it catching the Goddess of War's attention, leading to him fleeing from her around the arena as she chased him angrily caused Thor to require a pillar to lean against to remain standing while you leant on him. You both were so caught up in the laughter; you failed to see a shadow storm off further down the hall.
Finally you say your farewells and push open the door of the library. Its dark, with all the long drapes pulled even though it is the middle of the day. You just assume it is because none of the servants had thought to open them and head over to the first set and open them, and then you head for the second set.
"Don't bother." You jump at the voice as you had not realised another person had been in the library.
"Loki, you nearly sent me to Hela early." You laugh, seeing the shadowy outline of the younger prince, his head leaning on his hand. Then you notice his foul mood. You make for the sofa to sit across from him. "What is wrong with you my dear friend?"
"Nothing."
"Loki, you may be the God of Lies, but you know that in all of Asgard, there is none that can see your lies as well as I, so I will ask you again my friend, what ails the great Prince Loki? You have been the picture of misery these past few moons, and to be honest, I worry for you." You smile, hoping to achieve the desired result.
"I doubt you have lost sleep over it." He answers sourly, staring at the far wall.
"I have actually. I have wandered the gardens past midnight wondering why you are so glum. You are a dearest friend Loki." You know he can feel the sincerity in your words. "Thor and I agreed one moon that you do not seem your usual mischievous self."
"So Thor has been joining you in your moonlit excursions. I have no doubt you two had a wonderful time together. The Golden Prince and the Shield Maiden, all of Asgard will rejoice at the great announcement when it arrives." You wince at the sheer vitriol in his words, each landing on you as though filled with acid. Though you are also baffled as to what he is trying to imply.
"I am afraid I do not follow Loki."
"I see the way you look at him." He looks into your eyes. "I know how you feel about him. I understand. I am capable of recognising love." You cock your head in confusion like a puppy.
"The way I look at whom?"
"My most beloved brother of course, who else?" You are taken back at not just what Loki is saying, but the anger and another emotion you cannot put your finger on as he says it.
"Loki, I fear you are misinterpreting my feelings for Thor, I love him yes, but like a brother, and not in any other manner." You stare him directly in the eye, trying to get him to see every word is nothing but the truth.
"Do you think me witless? I saw you in the hallway no more than minutes ago, holding onto him laughing. Why would any woman bother with small, pathetic Loki when they can be with Thor? Strong, handsome Thor, future king of Asgard. For once, just once, I had hoped to be the first choice of another, but I have been such a fool to ever think I could win the heart of the most beautiful maiden of all of Asgard. I should have been satisfied with your friendship alone, rather than to think it could have led to more." You merely stand there, open-mouthed at this revelation. "I am sorry for wasting your precious time Shield Maiden, I will take my leave." He rose from the chair, nods his head, and walks out of the library while you still try to grasp what had just occurred.
Finally, your brain catches up with everything and you find yourself following the prince out of the library. You look to the left and then to the right, and see Loki walking swiftly towards his chambers. "Loki." You call, but he ignores you. You run to catch up. "LOKI!" you shout, the raven haired man turns, but he just looks at the floor, you cannot but notice the sadness in his eyes. You just place your arms on his waist slowly, causing him to look at your arms as they wrapped around him. After a few moments, he looks to your face, as though pleading for an explanation. "Loki, you're wrong." You smile sheepishly.
His face lights up as though in disbelief, as though nothing in the nine realms would ever mean as much to him. It is the happiest you have seen him in many moons. His arms snake around your body, holding you firmly close to him. His eyes are a little teary, and he asks in a whisper as though begging for confirmation. "Really?"
You smile up at him and whisper back, "Really."
Your teeth worry your bottom lip as he takes a moment to digest this before he places his curled index finger under your chin, tilting your head upwards. Your eyes follow cautiously. He leans slowly towards you, keeping a check on your eyes as he leant in further, gently placing his lips on yours; you reciprocate as soon as you feel his soft cool lips on yours.