Pairing: Loki X reader
Word Count: 657
A/N: Short little cute moment.
You stood on the balcony alone at 00:15, feeling slightly stupid. It was incredibly cold, and at this point you’re pretty sure you imagined Loki existing at all.
You had woken up one morning, note crumpled up in your hand and sheets pulled up to your chin.
“Balcony, midnight-L.” Was all it said, and you wonder when Loki even managed to give it to you.
You always locked your door, but he hadn’t been to the Tower in days and not even Thor had heard from him in a while.
Looking over the balcony, you saw no one near the doors, and no movement anywhere near the Tower at all.
You turn around to go in, chastising yourself, when Loki opens the balcony door with a blanket and a wry smile.
“Hello there. I’m glad you got my note.” He steps outside and closes the door, and you nervously smile back at him.
“I did. But why are we out here?”
“Have you looked at the sky? Clearest night I’ve seen on this planet in a while. I thought you might want to stargaze.”
“Yep. I even brought a blanket.” He holds it up as if it’s not very obvious.
“Loki, God of Mischief and Lies, wants to stargaze with me.”
“With you is the important distinction here.” He walks past you to the lounge chairs, laying down on one and putting his hands behind his head.
You stare at him in surprise, and after a few moments he pats the chair next to him.
“Come on.” With those words you lay down on the chair, and he tosses the blanket on you.
“Thanks.” You unfold it and cover yourself, staring up at the sky too.
You both sit in silence for a while, watching the stars twinkle, and you look over at him eventually.
“Why are we stargazing?”
“You don’t like it? I thought you would, you always ask about space.”
“No, I like it, but there’s a reason we’re out here isn’t there?”
“I realized something, that’s all.”
“What did you realize?”
His only reply is a small smile, still staring up at the stars, and with a sigh you look back up at the sky as well.
“I’m still cold.”
“Midgardians…come here.” He mutters, easily pulling you and your whole chair closer to him with one tug to a chair leg. He opens one arm towards you, and you quickly press yourself against him.
“You smell delicious.”
“That sounds cannibalistic, Loki.”
His laugh always surprises you, deep like boulders moving but melodic like birdsong.
“I promise not to eat you, pet.”
“Why do you always call me pet?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Well, you don’t call anyone else pet.”
“They aren’t anywhere near as special to me.”
That gave you pause, and you’re suddenly hyper-aware of the closeness of the both of you.
“You tensed. Are you alright?” Loki’s voice is marred by worry and you nod your head.
“Just didn’t expect that.”
“You should have. I haven’t exactly made it secret.”
“No, apparently not.”
Silence for a while, and Loki turns on his side to face you, your face now pressed into your chest and his hand in your hair.
“Your heart is beating fast.”
“You do such odd things to me.”
He almost whispers it, and you see his eyes have closed. So much for stargazing.
Slowly you reach up, running a finger along his jawline and up his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin and the strong bone underneath.
When your finger travels close to his lips he opens his eyes again to look at you. Smiling, he takes your hand in his free one and kisses your fingers, before putting it back down to his chest.
You both stay laying together through the night, you only woken up by the sun in the morning and the feeling of his lips on your forehead.
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