Natashaspointeshoes - Satiné



I love you

A/N: Bonsoir everyone ! This is the very start of my song collection, where I write a one shot based off of a song. The very first one in the collection is going to be ‘I love you’ by Billie Eilish. Hope u enjoy !!

Premise: Loki confronts you about his feelings.

Pairing: Loki x Russian!reader

Warnings: angst, commitment issues, overthinking, I think that’s it?

(NOT PROOF READ)

Word count: 1k (ikik, it’s short >:[ )

Translations: детка = baby Kjæreste = darling

I do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful — if you enjoyed please comment or reblog !!

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It was late at night, the sun already finding itself halfway around the world. You were snuggled down in the lap of your lover, watching television as he read his book. His hearty chuckles and obvious discontentment as he read made you smile. You were barely even watching TV anymore. It was more appealing to listen to his reactions and his faint heartbeat.

You had been laid down on his chest for an hour or so, listening to his concave chest before he questioned you.

“Kjæreste?” Loki whispered, putting his book down and resting his hand on your back; sending shivers down your spine. You looked up at him and replied with a quiet ‘hm?’, your eyes heavy from the light.

“I want to take you somewhere.” He smiled quaintly, rubbing your back slightly. As your brows contorted towards confusion, you wondered where on earth it was he wanted to take you at this hour. You had barely been dating for a month, nothing major bound to happen.

“Now?” You mumbled groggily. Loki nodded, patting your back slightly. Your brain began racking around what he could possibly be up to. It wasn’t either of yours birthdays, it wasn’t an anniversary, it wasn’t a holiday, what could he possibly want to do at two in the morning?

“Alright.” You said, laying your head back on his chest for one final breath of his scent, a loud sigh forming in your lungs. As you let it out, you sat up, stretching your arms as Loki scurried off the moment he was free from your weight.

You thought it was odd, making sure you hadn’t forgotten some estranged holiday housed in your brain’s calendar and furrowing your brows once more at the occurrence. He soon returned with his coat and shoes on, as well as yours in hand.

“Here you go kjæreste.” He smiled offering you your coat. His smile warmed your soul. Thor had mentioned that you and his mother were the only two people he had seen Loki smile at. Which felt weird, considering he does it all the time when he’s with you. As you took the coat out of his hand with a yawn, he knelt down and began putting your shoes on.

“Thank you детка.” His cheeks grew red as you spoke, making you smile. After he finished tying your sneakers, he offered his hand to help you up off of the couch.

As you walked to the elevator and all the way to Central Park, where he wanted to take you, not a word had been uttered between you. He held you close with his hand over your shoulder as he guided you to a park bench in front of the Cherry hill fountain.

The silence dared you both to say something. Nothing but your synchronized heartbeats sounding. Until finally he squeezed your hand, forcing you to look at him. As your eyes met,

“I love you.”

Was murmured from his lips.

Your eyes went wide from utter disbelief as your hand lost its grasp on his. As your body unconsciously inched from his, you could hear his heart pound even faster. His lip began to quiver as your thoughts ran wild.

Did you hear him correctly? There’s no way in hell the god if mischief is seriously in love with you. This has to be a cruel joke. Were you even ready to commit if it wasn’t? He didn’t mean it. He couldn’t have. It was an accident. He didn’t mean to say it. What the hell were you thinking, getting involved with him in the first place? It wasn’t like you, you had never done this before. Yet here you found yourself, dumbfounded. The livelihood of your relationship relied on this moment right here, right now, and you couldn’t think of a damn thing to say.

When you finally came back to reality, you saw his eyes, preparing for rejection. Tears already forming in his eyes. He’s never cried in front of you, and here you are, the root cause of it. Your eyelids fluttered, causing tears of your own to fall. You felt stupid. Not being able to think of a single word. You allowed your mouth to open, hoping it would take over from there. But it didn’t. You sputtered out a single word before he interrupted.

“It’s fine, I understand.” He looked into your eyes one last time, blurry as tears rushed down his face. He carefully stood up, wiping down his slacks before setting off.

You sputtered once again, your eyes trying to catch up with what was happening. As everything fell back in place, you realized his image becoming smaller, realizing this was your last chance. You quickly jumped up, sprinting after him. He didn’t glance back even once. You quickly caught up to him, calling out his beloved nickname.

“Детка,” he quickly turned around as you placed your dainty hand on his shoulder. His face was expressionless. His eyes were puffy and red as he looked down at you.

“I-“ you sputtered once more, eyes wandering his features as you laid your hands on his shoulders. As they wandered up to his cheeks, your brain scavenged for words. Just something to spit out, but you couldn’t find it. Soon enough you had pulled his face gently towards yours, kissing his once soft and smooth lips for what seemed like the last time. His hands met your waist, trailing up to your neck pulling you even closer.

As you finally released, foreheads connected, you found your words.

“I love you.”

He smiled, pecking your lips carefully.

“I love you too.”

You smiled back, grabbing his hand and tugging it back in the direction of your bench. As you sat down together, your head laid in his lap once more, watching the sun make its way back around to you.

You loved him, and he loved you.

There was no doubt about it.

Loki after Wanda, Sylvie and Strange finally turn to him for help: I’m so glad to hear you all came to me in your time of need. What better way to fuck your way out of something than to ask the biggest fuckup? Now, open your binders to page one! *turns on PowerPoint*

Loki: Lesson one, Manipulate, Mansplain, Manwhore. How to get out of a pickle in the sexiest way possible!

Andrew Garfield as Spiderman #2: 

Y/n: I gotta get going

Loki: you should stay a little longer

Y/n: no, I have to go to the lab with Bruce

Loki: okay, oh no I have fallen *falls on top of y/n and lands on the couch*

Y/n: bro I can't get up get yo heavy ass off of me

Loki: oh no my back hurts and I can't move seems like you're stuck here

Y/n: you are like the personification of a straight jacket

Loki: as long as I'm your straight jacket

TOM HIDDLESTON ( LOKI) - MCU BACKSTAGES | MY EDITS |

PH: "Douglasnoemakeup"

DO NOT STAY UP LATE TO WRITE YOU’LL REGRET IT NEXT MORNING