Loki x Reader: Rainstorm
so this is a one shot, but then it got weirdly more than that? but it's supposed to be a oneshot, but I'm lookin at you idea brain, it's supposed to be a one shot >.>
Anyways please comment I really appreciate it
The wind started to pick up as you and Loki walked beside each other through long forgotten ruins on Alfheim. Your hair fluttered about in the wind, threatening to get in your face. Glancing at Loki, you saw that his long, feathered locks, though slicked back with product, were also starting to whip about his face.
The two of you walked at a respectable distance, both shy, newly betrothed to one another. It would be a welcome treaty for your people.
Your skirts began to whip up in the growing gale. Loki’s long green cloak flapping wildly behind him as he walked next to you in his gold and black leather and metal armor. He had his horned helmet under his arm opposite you, politeness so he could look at you better as the two of you walked and talked.
“Were we expecting a storm?” You asked mildly, holding out your hand as a large raindrop plopped onto your palm. It was more of a comment than a question, really.
Loki looked up as an arc of lightning flashed across the sky, his brow furrowed. “I did not think there was one expected, no.” He trailed off. “Here princess, allow me.” Lifting his helmet back onto his head, he gripped his cape and raised it over your shoulders, protecting you as the rain increased its intensity.
“Surely it can’t last for more than a few minutes?” You asked, “We always get these bursts of rain and then it ends.”
“Shall we find shelter then, my lady?”
You nodded, looking around among the ruins.
Loki saw a spot first, pointing to it and motioning you to come with him.
Bent low, you moved alongside him. Nervously wrapping a hand around his waist to keep under his cape, you felt your cheeks heat up at the warmth of his body. You could not see his own pink blush tinging his cheeks at the intimate contact.
Eventually the two of you arrived at the spot, two fallen pillars leaning against each other, fallen just so that they crushed together, and dirt and stone had formed an airtight seal above them and no water could fall through. You and Loki slipped underneath the pillars and looked out as the rain turned into a torrential downpour. Just in time.
Your dress was a pale pink and if it were to get soaked, it would be quite see-through. The thought sent your cheeks further heating up and you bit your lip, looking away from Loki, terrified that he could know what you were thinking.
Loki stared out into the falling rain before suddenly realizing he still had his cape wrapped around you and you were still hugging him tightly.
The two of you came to this realization at the same time.
Both of you laughed nervously, almost giddily with the nerves, prying yourselves apart and stepping as far away as possible shelter would allow.
Loki coughed and cleared his throat, removing his helmet and setting it on the ground. “Yes, right, so.” He began.
“Thank you for the rescue, my lord.” You blurted out at the same time.
Both you and he felt your cheeks burn and the two of you quickly looked away from each other.
Still, on the rain fell. Pittering and pattering along the stone pathways among the ruins, tiny figures dancing and leaping as the droplets hit the floor and falling back to the ground again. The rain pelted the earth in heavy drum, almost a roar, silencing out the rest of the world, save for the occasional crack of thunder.
It was so dark in your shelter, you felt yourself shiver, and you rubbed your bare arms past the short-sleeved fabric of your sheer, layered dress. You could almost hear your teeth chatter over the rain.
Abruptly a flash of green, nearly sending you squeaking and tumbling out into the rain, appeared and there was a sudden light and warmth radiating from beside you. From Loki’s hand?
You blinked, staring in awe at the green fire flickering and dancing in his palm, slowly moving closer to look at it.
“It’s magic.” Loki murmured softly, by way of explanation.
“You’re a sorcerer.” You whispered.
You looked up at him, still amazed, “That’s incredible!”
“You’re not disappointed that your soon-to-be husband does magic… and is not, is not as focused on the brute force of battle?”
“I much prefer to think you won’t be getting yourself killed as easily.” You smiled at him, eyes still wide at the green fire.
Loki lowered his voice, “Are you afraid?”
You bit your lip, “It is a great power.”
He nodded, “I, I can not use it around you. If you would like.”
“To deny such a part of yourself, I imagine it is such a part of you?”
Loki nodded, “My mother taught me.”
“I wish to hear about her sometime.”
He smiled, “Gladly.”
“I would not have you deny any part of you for me.” You hesitated, “As I would have you not deny any part of me?”
Loki looked at you, slowly smiling, “Never.” With his free hand, he reached for the back of your head and brought you close to him, angling your face up to his and kissed you gently.
You were surprised at the suddenness and the boldness, and yet, it felt right.
As the two of you kissed, a massive clap of thunder filled the air, startling the two of you apart. The flame in Loki’s hand vanished, though he grabbed your shoulder and pulled you to his side.
Abruptly the rain stopped.
“What, what was that?” You stammered, peering out of the shelter fearfully.
Loki followed your gaze uneasily.
You looked at him and raised your brow. Though you were spooked, you did not expect such a powerful sorcerer to be worried. “You’re not afraid of storms, are you?”
Sighing wearily, he shook his head, “No, but I’m certain that was no ordinary storm.”
“What does that mean?”
Loki pulled your hand to his mouth for a chaste kiss, “It is a long story, princess. But I believe our union has been approved.”
You quirked your head at him, “It had not been before?”
Loki chuckled darkly, “You have no idea.” He pulled you close to him, “I am not the only prince that was awaited to you.”
You rested your head on his shoulder as he gently stroked your back in soothing circles. The back of your dress was so sheer that it felt as though he were smoothing his hand over your bare skin. You shivered at the thought. After a few moments of this, he started to hum, singing some song you didn’t know and couldn’t tell under his breath, swaying with you. You swayed peacefully with him, lost in the moment. If your marriage to him was always like this, you thought, you just might like it. In fact, you found yourself looking forward to it.
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