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And Meeka feels the same way! What to do with all those feels?

So, we're going back to Loki. This chapter might be a bit long, but I worked my tail end off on it for you guys.

Sit back and enjoy!

Love always,

Avoline

Loki leaned against the wall, staring at the lovely woman who had managed to steal his heart in only a few days. She had her nose stuck in her book, her fiery hair pulled up in a ponytail. He had tried to plan carefully for this, for every possible outcome of what he was about to say to her. If she rejected him, he could go home knowing that he tried, and that she had quite literally saved him. If she accepted his words, he would have to make a choice: the throne that he had once longed for, or the life he had grown to love. Surely Odin would not be that cruel to him.

"Loki," she called, pulling him from his thoughts. "What's wrong?" He smiled and took a seat next to her on the couch, not meeting her gaze.

"Nothing's wrong, Meeka," he answered. "Just thinking." He took a deep breath and locked his eyes with hers. "Meeka, when I first arrived here, I was alone. I didn't know anyone and couldn't find my way around. Fate lead me to you, and I took a chance." She smiled.

"I remember that," she murmured. "I was enjoying myself after a long day at work." He nodded.

"Speaking to me, taking me in," he continued. "That was your choice, a choice I am more than grateful that you made." He took another deep breath, then looked away and shook his head. "By the nine, this was easier in my head." She laughed, a wonderful sound that made even the best symphonies sound like child's play, bringing a smile to his lips. He decided that saying it like it was would probably be his best bet at this point.

"Meeka, I never knew this could happen. I thought that love was beyond finding me, and had basically given up on the thought. But then I came here, met you, and now I think you were born to show me that I was wrong." He met her eyes again, praying to whatever deity that was listening, even fucking Odin, that she would not laugh at him for this. "Meeka, I love you. You found the heart I could have swore was nonexistent, and you healed every wound and crack within it. I've never felt more whole and accepted in my life, and it's all due to these last few days I've spent here in your home. If you'll just give me the chance, I can do the same for you. I can't promise the moon or the stars or even a place next to the throne, but I can promise that I'll never leave your side."

He bit his tongue and waited. She was staring at him, her violet eyes clouded by confusion. He stared into the amethyst pools, and soon, his thoughts began to wander again. He could see her, lying beside him, her belly bulging with their child. He could imagine two children, one boy and one girl, with his inky hair and her violet gaze, laughing as they ran among the gardens of Asgard. He could view himself reading the little girl the story of Boer, father of Odin, and could see the boy sparring with his uncle Thor. He already had two names in mind, Mikka for the little girl, and Maki for the boy. A way to commemorate her brother through his niece and nephew.

"Loki."

He yanked himself from his imagination and nodded, letting her know that he was there mentally. And he was. If she rejected him, he could give up his dream of ruling Asgard with her by his side. If she wanted the same things he did, then his life would truly be complete.

"You've already healed me. Every gaping hole caused by Mikey's death, every crack where a guy dumped me for some stupid reason or another. They're all gone. I didn't know that anyone could fall in love within a few days, but obviously it's possible. I didn't know I could feel this whole since Mikey's death, but you've shown me that it's possible." She smiled, tears rimming her eyes. "Just don't dump me like the others have. I don't want to let you go, my unlikely Prince Charming." He let out a laugh of relief as he took her hands in his, appreciating how unaware of the irony she was.

"I fear the monster I would become should I ever let you go," he whispered, letting his emotion drip from his voice. She scooted closer to him, and before he could blink, her lips were pressed to his. He let his eyes close and slid a hand to the back of her head, pulling her closer to him.
Soon, he would have to tell her the truth. His past, his true form, his true home, and the truth of how he came to be here. But for now, he would relish the feeling of her in his arms, and the pure joy coursing through his body. He would bask in the glory of acceptance, and pray that he never loose her, in any way. He would pray that she live another one hundred years, even though he knew it physically impossible.

For now, he would appreciate the unhindered love that gripped his once frozen heart.