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Loki X GN!Reader

Somewhat angsty. Angst? Yeah. Idk it's 6 Am.

(just a small practice, I'm rusty as hell)

Hands running up arms and silence in between two souls. Just doubt, freezing at the mere thought that maybe, this is something he deserve, something he should allow himself to experience. But as much as the need for that touch exists, so does the heavy burning feeling of past mistakes. It's so much to bare, it hurts, it makes breathing harder, he can't even bring himself to look at the one he loves.

Loves? What for? Everything ends one way or another, if not by pushing away then the pass of time will do. Can there be any guarantee something will be stable and just stay as long as he can breathe?.

The hands, those soft loving hands now cupping his cheeks. Now he knows for sure, he doesn't deserve it.

“Loki, look at me.”

No, he hasn't earned it. How could such a warm, dearing creature love this, as if his crimes, as if his nature was something worth of such.

“Loki, please.”

But silence, only that same still silence as those sweet hands go around him. Warmth, comfort. Finally, after the begging, Loki's hands reached to the one he loved.

He may himself, but in no way would he let that self loathing harm his beloved. He'd let himself indulge in affection, he'd allow himself to hide the distate he has for himself, only for his favorite midgardian.

For now, for as long as they can breathe.