That night, I lay in bed contemplating the magnitude of my decision. Going with Loki meant leaving my family: Dad, Pepper, Bruce, Happy, Rhodes. I would be giving up the opportunity to take over Stark Industries. But what would I gain? Loki. there were numerous other things I would receive, but none of that mattered. I would have...
Him. In the middle of my room, Loki appeared. He was dressed in a simple pair of black dress pants, a white button down and gold tie. A smile played on his lips when he saw me. I threw back the comforter back and ran to him. His strong arms wrapped around my waist and I threw mine around his neck.
"Abigail." He sighed into my hair before he pulled me back, long enough to place a kiss softly on my lips.
"You're actually here." I say, grinning like a fool.
He laughs and sets me on the ground. "I came to hear your response to my offer." He wraps a hand around mine. "Have you made your decision?" Those deep green pools look at me hopefully.
"Yes, I have." I say solemnly. His expression immediately drops. The pain he feels is completely readable. I cup his face and force him to look at me. "Yes." I smile happily and his eyes widen.
"What?"
"Yes, I'll go to Asgard with you."
"Really? Truly?" His excitement flows from every fiber of his being.
"Yes." I mimic his happiness.
He crushes his mouth to mine. "I love you Abigail Stark." He says softly. The words seem fresh and new from that silky voice. And definitely not untrue.
"I love you too Loki Laufeyson."
He grins at me, and caresses my hair. "Shall we go?"
"What?" I fall from cloud nine—hard.
"Asgard my dear. Are you ready to go?"
"No." I say blatantly and take a step away from him. The hurt in his eyes is present once again. "Loki, I can't leave yet." I say softer. "My dad deserves to know when I'm leaving and I haven't said goodbye." The words get caught in my throat as the tears form.
"Okay dear." He pulls me against him and the pain escapes me as I cry into his shirt. "Shh darling. We won't leave yet."
Rather than standing in the middle of the room while I bawled like a child, Loki picked me up and laid me in my bed. He rested on his knees at my side. When the pain subsided, he pressed a kiss to my forehead and begins to stand.
"Where are you going?" I question softly, in fear.
"I don't know."
I lift my comforter. He raises an eyebrow skeptically and I shoot him a disapproving look.
Suddenly he's dressed in a pair of army green cotton pants and a black t-shirt. He carefully slides in next to me. I nestle myself under his chin and rest on his chest. He wraps his arms around me. For a long time, I'm just entranced at the rhythm of his breathing.
This would be my forever. He would be mine. Holding him, made it all real. Someone loved me and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. I couldn't contain tears at that thought.