If I Only Knew Your Name
Author's Note: Hello :) I've finally gotten around to posting this one, and i've got to say...this is my favorite piece thus far...which is saying a lot since I literally hated it a few days ago (@cocoamoonmalfoy I don't hate it anymore, friend. You were right). Nevertheless I'm in love with it. Think of this Loki as a variant of him and Tom Hiddleston though, because he is kind of soft in this :( Also take a drink every time I say love or soft. You'll get fucked up. Also, also, Loki being the God of Mischief in this is kind of ambiguous. Up to your decision if he is or not.
Summary: After she's convinced him that fate wants them together for the night, Loki agrees to humor the girl by playing the role of her true love. Only after their night of passion does he realize that all he wants is to be by her side for the rest of his years. But there are a few problems: he doesn't know her name, and she's gone before he can ask.
Pairings: Loki x black!brown!reader
Warnings: Fluff (no seriously you might die of gushiness and cringe), a smidgeon of angst, and a smidgeon of smut. There are also small mentions of serpents.
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Disclaimer: I made the header, but not the gif and pictures. I'm not sure who the pictures and borders belong too, but the gif was made by @illluminate-my-heart
If you asked him to explain how he always felt her before he saw her, he wouldn’t be able to.
It wasn’t in the sense that she was looming over him in the physical way; it was more like her presence took up whatever space she occupied and there was no corner to escape to. She didn’t even have to say a word to achieve this.
She hadn't said a word to him, when they briefly shared a space on the bus earlier that morning. Sitting opposite of him, he couldn't help but focus on the subtle hum that occupied her throat, and the gentle pats she gave her thighs. They calmed him amidst the chaos that was their city’s public transit. The soft lilt of her hum may have been what drew him in, but the dim glint in her eyes is what made him stay.
Though the melody in her tune contained delight, he knew better than to trust its persuasion. The pained far-away gaze she held as she focused on the world outside passing her by, looked almost identical to the one he saw in his mirror every morning.
When their line of sight connected for a second, it was then that he realized how pretty she was. But her stop came.
Their paths crossed yet again that same morning. Hunched over as he surveyed the sugary treats, the sweet scent he inhaled couldn't have come from the raspberry danishes he was eyeing. The smell of jasmine mixed with her body's chemistry wafted through the air on a gentle breeze as she passed him by. He managed to catch a glimpse of her through a glare on the pastry display. She tossed him a quick bewildered expression over her shoulder, before the jingle of the shop's bells reached his ears.
Opportunity passed him, before he even knew opportunity was there.
There was no humming like there was on the bus, nor any scents like the ones in the bakery that could alert him of her presence. This time it was just a feeling. Perhaps from now knowing the difference between a room with her in it, and the feelings he failed to experience in a room with her absence .
They connected immediately upon her entrance. And this time he didn't fold. Still no words were said to him, as she granted him the gifts of her scrutinising stare, from across the room.
They were among the few to occupy the bar, the night still far too young for a crowd. But even if there was one, Loki knew that he'd be able to seek her out of it.
Three times now it was that he saw her today. Three times that he saw her see him.
His heart stuttered at seeing the pretty stranger smile his way. He managed to return the gesture, before his eyes fell back down to his drink. He took a sip of it, and stood, eyes climbing back up to connect with hers, but she was gone. Her nasty habit of disappearing was not lost on him.
Falling back into his seat, he felt disappointment sinking in when he came up with nothing, after scanning the side of the room she was just on.
"Are you following me?" His head whipped towards the sound. There she now sat on the other side of him.
Face softening as excitement swept over his chest, Loki said "No."
"Then this is fate."
"I'm sorry?" The glimmer in his eyes matched the twinkle in her own. He was too busy focusing on that, to process what her mouth was saying.
"It's fate." She repeated, "This is our third and ½ time crossing paths today."
"And ½?"
"Yes! I saw you struggling to lose a cat, while I was on an afternoon jog." Embarrassment flooded his cheeks at her recount. The man was quick to adorn a snake around his neck, but cats were his bane. "You hadn't seen me, which is why I don't fully count it."
"I see." And as if just remembering, his brows threaded together as he asked, "And what's this about fate?” before following his question with a sip of bourbon, eyes never leaving hers in fear that she’d disappear again.
"Fate wants us to be in love tonight."
Loki nearly choked on his drink. "I beg your pardon?" He asked, reaching for a napkin to clean his chin.
"It's clear that this is the workings of the universe. You're probably my soulmate."
She must lack sense. He kept that thought to himself. A pretty woman she was, but her rationale was poorly developed. And it was such a shame. Still, he humoured her. "Oh? And have you always imagined uniting with your soulmate in a bar?"
"Of course not. It goes without saying that I don't believe you're actually my soulmate; but you will be excellent practice for the real thing."
"Ouch." He says, mostly feigning hurt. "Where would you meet the real one?"
Her elbow slid against the bar's ledge, as it supported the weight of her chin. "Hmm." She hummed, pretending to really think about it. "Maybe we'd accidentally bump our shopping carts in a grocery store. They’d notice that the sudden crash gave me a fright, and offer to pay for my groceries as a form of apology. Or perhaps we'd both reach for the same book on a shelf," she held a hand out in front of her as she imagined the scene, "our fingers would briefly touch and we'd see the sparks go off in each other's eyes. Mayhaps we debate about the same work of art in a museum. They will say something to contrast my own opinion, but we'll lose our words when we finally realize that we were saying the same thing all along."
She definitely lacks sense. "You have quite the active imagination." He told her, but she prattled on as if she hadn't noticed the gibe disguised compliment.
"No. No." She said, wagging her finger, "My life's love and I will meet on a park's bench. We won't notice each other at first encounter, because we'll be too busy admiring the sunset. It's like poetry the whole thing, really. Because of course the sunset has to be symbolic of something."
She hesitated, as she thought. "Ah" She finally realized, "two worlds colliding, just like my lover and I; I will be the day, and they the night. But we'll meet and create something so beautiful. Something that by normal circumstance shouldn't make sense, but just does."
She had a way with words. They flowed from her tongue so sweetly that Loki found himself invested in her fantasy. Still very skeptical, but invested. "How will you two notice each other?"
She looks at him again and tells him that "we'll both spout some quote from an old poem about the horizon. Then, our necks will snap to the direction that the words came from, And we'll notice each other for the first time."
"What will you say?" He asks, nearly on the edge of his seat.
"They will be the first to speak. They'll introduce themselves. Then they'll say it's nice to meet me. Then they'll say something cheesy like, "I've been searching for you, for a lifetime."
Now she was losing him. "And they'll know this, how? Solely by gazing into your eyes? That's a bit shallow don't you think?"
"Yes a bit, but that's how love at first sight works, Stranger." She stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in their world. "Didn't your mother ever tell you that?"
Loki, unable to contain his distaste any longer, scoffs. "Love at first sight doesn't exist." He informs her. "What you describe is called infatuation."
"But Stranger, this is love at first sight!" The word love was very dramatic. She said it with her chest, smiling as it fluttered past her lips. Her eyes were glazed over with dreams. Dreams that almost made him gag.
"This isn't some chance encounter at a bar, or some dude I'll meet on tinder. This is the one that will make the frogs make sense. It's the one that most people never have the chance to meet. They'll be the one that was made perfectly for me. Of course our first encounter will be magical. Because I'll just know that they're the one, and they'll know I am too. It will happen at once. "
As he shakes his head, as if to free himself from her nonsensical logic, Loki says, "Okay okay. When your life's love, as you call them, turns to you and says "I've been searching for you for what feels like a lifetime”—"
“—For a lifetime." She corrects.
"What did I say?"
“For what feels like a lifetime.'" She mocked.
"The details don't matter."
"They do! ”
““I've been searching for you, for a lifetime” When they say this to you, what will you say?"
"I'll say your search ends here. Then I'll say my name. Then our lives together will finally begin."
"What? No happily ever after?" His smirk is teasing, but he means for it to be endearing.
"Save your disappointment, Stranger. We both know you don't believe in those."
Hands barely lifting from the bar as he defends his chest, Loki confesses, "Guilty. But I'm surprised that you don't. You've found your true love, at this park, watching this sunset, and you fall in love in an instant. And you're telling me that your happy ending isn't immediate."
"Yes, that's precisely what I'm telling you. That's not how love works."
"Enlighten me on how love works, Stranger." His body turned to hers, as he gave her his full attention now.
She did the same, knees falling between his as she swivelled on her stool, "Okay it's a cycle of both heartbreak and happiness, just like life is leading up to that point. Doesn't stop just because you find your partner. But I will say that if they’re the right ones they will make it easier."
He carefully studied her face as he asked, "Heartbreak?"
"Yes. They will break my heart." She said this as if it was set in stone.
"But I thought they were your true love. They're the ones that make the others make sense. They're the ones you've kissed frog after frog over, in order to find."
"And that gives them the purchase to hurt me even more. But it's through that, you experience happiness and joy. Then you can truly appreciate them. We're going to experience trials and tribulations. We'll change a thousand times over the course of being together. But we'll steadily grow with each other, never apart. I'll always choose them, and they'll always choose me, even when it feels like our love is waning. We'll remember why we fell in love in the first place. And we'll fall in love, over and over again until we die. Then hopefully I'll find them in the next lifetime to start the process over again."
It was a moment before he spoke again, as he mulled her words over. "That doesn't quite sound like the fantasy you painted earlier." It sounds quite nice.
"It's how I truly feel. My fantasy just gets me through the day."
He believed her, when her head dropped and the sound of music left her voice. It had been the second time since meeting that he found her relatable.
She had long abandoned his eyes, focusing solely on picking at the chipped yellow paint on her nails.
Loki had already decided that this fate business was all a guise. She just wanted a distraction, and he was the easiest person she thought to seek it from.
It hurt him to think like this. To imagine his purpose only being to serve another. But something about The Stranger made his heart ache. Something about The Stranger made him feel that her heart ached the same.
"If I'm to play the part of your lover" He couldn’t help but smile at the way she perked up at his words, "Then our introductions are in order. I’m—"
She all but shouted, “—No!"
"No?"
"Don't tell me your name! It’ll ruin the magic. I want you to be exactly who I think you to be in my head."
"And something as simple as a name could ruin that?"
"No, I guess. Not necessarily. But names form attachments. They encourage hope. They invite what-if's. Years from now when I look across the table at another, finding myself content, I will think of you, Tom—because you just look like a Tom," she rambled that last bit to herself, " and wonder if you could have made me happier."
"You have quite the active imagination, Stranger." He repeated once more.
“I heard you the first time! I just mean to say that when I recall this memory decades from now...I only want it to be a good one. And yes, I may long for this night and you, just the same as I would if I knew your name. But if you give me that name Dearest Stranger, I'll have no choice but to seek you out after it all ends."
"Fair enough, I suppose." He agreed, not thinking very much of her conditions. "Then what should I call you? I very well cannot go on calling you, Stranger."
"What would you call your life's love?"
"What would you want me to call them?"
"You can call me Mrs. Darcy."
"You will never hear me utter those words."
Her laugh was airy and light as it escaped her. He felt himself growing warm at the sound. "It was worth a try." She confessed. "Call me beautiful. My Flower. Darling.. I don't know, call me whatever the hell fits in the moment."
"Very well then, Darling." He returned a flirty grin that matched her coy one, "And what will you call me?"
"Must I do all of the work, Stranger?" She had taken the liberty to take a sip of his drink.
"This is your idea, afterall." He stated, eyes following her movements.
"Can I call you...My Love?" She asked, her eyes flitting up to meet his.
Dangerously fluid it was, the way the words rolled off her tongue. His skin all of a sudden felt like it didn't quite fit right, as it prickled and grew warm; and he was suddenly very aware of every strand of hair on his head, as they gently poked at his scalp. "If you wish." He managed, voice coming out a lot lower, a lot shakier than he intended. But if Darling noticed, she didn't let on to the fact.
Clearing his throat, he finally began again, "So. We've now fallen in love. We've now introduced ourselves to each other. Where do our lives begin from here?"
"I'm glad you asked!"
"Okay." Loki started, as he scanned his surroundings slowly. "My curiosity is piqued. What could we possibly be doing here?"
Here, was a small store a few minutes walking distance away from the bar. Not quite small enough to be considered a convenience store, but entirely too small to compare the size to that of a chain like Walmart or even a Whole Foods Market.
"Well I have to prove that you're my soulmate."
"What?" He feigned, grasping his chest, as if to say I do beg your pardon in a posh British way. "I thought you already fell in love with me."
"I did. But see my love, I fall very easily. I need to know if this is true love, or my heart getting me into more trouble."
"And how does this farmer's market come into play? Surely you cannot mean to recreate your little trolley experiment? It will not be authentic." He informed her, as she grabbed a cart.
"No, I have something else in mind." She told him, pulling it over to him. "Just do your shopping as normal."
And though he sighed, he did as she wished. But what he didn't expect was for her to remain glued to his side while he caroused back and forth between the aisles, filling his cart with a week's worth of groceries. It felt odd to have someone breathing down your neck while you shopped, grimacing and sneering at some of the things you enjoyed eating. Seriously, what the hell was her issue? Why was she glaring at his avocados?
Loki slowly picked up a cluster of green onions glancing at her from the side, before finally asking, “Do you not like anything I pick?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You keep scowling at my groceries!”
And then she smiled a smile so big, he would have thought it was adorable if he didn’t find it so terrifying. “I’m just fucking with you.”
He found her odd.
“Shouldn’t we be getting to know each other?” She asked, breaking his thoughts.
And he replied, “What would you like to know?”
“Got any siblings? DUI’s? Ooo what’s your favourite colour?”
“Two siblings, no DUI”s, and green.” Loki told her, knocking a box of penne pasta into the buggy.
A few seconds of silence went by before she asked, “Well aren’t you gonna ask me what my favourite colour is?”
“It’s obviously—” The next aisle over, a glass shattered causing a lady to yell out “Clean up on Aisle three”, at the same time that Loki was guessing The Stranger’s favourite colour. But she heard him all the same.
“How’d you know that?” She asked, wearing her confusion.
“Your purse, phone case, and anklet is that color. Also one of your fingernails, and the scrunchie you had on your wrist this morning. And finally you gravitate to that colour packaging on every aisle.” He absentmindedly confessed, as he examined a tiny jar of bay leaves.
“Oh.” She said, her brows furrowing as she averted her gaze.
His eyes widened as he realized people don’t normally pay that much attention to others. At least they don’t call it out.. “I’m sorry. That must seem so odd. It’s just that I'm very observant sometimes.”
“No, it's fine! It’s just, you ruined my pickup line, that's all.”
“My apologies. Go on, say it.”
“No, it's too late. The moment has passed.”
“Please! Humor me.” Please distract me from my embarrassment.
“Okay.” She hesitantly started. “...I was gonna say that my favourite color is whatever color your eyes are at the moment. So...it’d be emerald right now. But earlier in the bar I’d have said cyan. And on the bus they were seafoam green. Because it depends on the light, and what you’re wearing.”
And then it was his turn to be flustered. He cleared his throat and said, “Sorry for ruining your moment.”
“No big deal.” She informed him, pursing her lips and letting silence finally befall them.
Loki’s cheeks threatened to deepen in shade. Apparently the stranger had been watching him, no, was studying him, too. Long enough to decide on the shade of green his eyes were throughout different moments of the day. She wasn’t as out of touch or in the clouds as he previously thought.
He found her oddly charming.
It stayed quiet for the remainder of his shopping.
“I’m finished.” He finally stated, after tossing the last item in. It didn't take long to shop, since the market's selection wasn't a lot to choose from.
He tried to see what she saw as she surveyed the cart's contents, but all he came up with was how unhealthy organic wheat thins really were. “You’re finished?” She asked.
“Yes.”
“But where are your guilty pleasures?"
He pointed to them, wearing a face as if to question her sanity, "Can you not see the grapes and nuts?" They were at the forefront of the cart, as visible as day. She saw him put them in!
"You call these sweets?"
"Nature's candy. Plus the other stuff is just as good as poisonous. I'd never put it in my body"
"You were at a bakery this morning!" She cried, questioning his sanity as well.
"I just wanted to admire the rows of pastries. I like the many colors and textures."
"So you go in there to look and not buy?"
"We're not on that! What does my grocery list tell you?"
She touched reality again and confessed "I was actually thinking about that as you were doing your shopping. You see my logic was that if you had a lot of sugary items in your cart, you were a secretly sweet person. Salty: mean. Bland: boring. Savoury: sexy. You get the idea? But then I thought that none of that made sense, so we're at a loss and this was a bust."
"Really? And you couldn't have told me that sooner? I’m not in need of any of this, I’ve already done my shopping for the week." Loki looked back down at his cart, and stood awkwardly for a moment before he decided to start putting the items back.
"Wait? You're gonna put all of this back."
"Wouldn't not doing so make a service worker's job harder?” He asked, shoving his tomato paste back into its place. “My laziness will not contribute to that. I'm not a mon—“ He stopped mid-word when he noticed she had trouble containing a mischievous smirk. “Do not tell me that was your little test."
"Then I will tell you that you passed it."
Loki rolled his eyes at himself for falling for it, but continued reshelving his groceries. He halted, and so did she when their attention was called to a scene playing out in front of them. A stockier gentlemen, followed by a skinny shorter one whirred passed them to the front of the store, bits of their heated discussion carrying through the air.
"It's only two more hours until we close. You're seriously going to leave me here with all of this? Come on Jace, I need you. Who's going to man the registers and do restocks in between customers while I work on schedules?"
"I'm sorry Larry. I've already been here for twelve hours. I'm exhausted, and my babysitter has school in the—“
“—You think I don't have it hard. I have to be right back here, bright and early to unload a truck. Not to mention the owner is stopping by at 11. Dude, I'm all alone here. Everyone else has bailed on me"
"I wonder why." Loki heard the stranger mutter under her breath.
"I can't stay, I'm sorry."
"If you leave, I'll have no choice but to fire you."
His brows furrowed as he thought, Seriously, Larry?
"Seriously Larry?” "Are you serious Larry?!" The Stranger whispered at the same time that Jace cried.
"I wasn't even supposed to come in today! I missed my daughter's birthday last week to be here. That's how much I need the money."
"You're leaving me with no choice man. Make your decision."
And as he did this, the stranger turned back to Loki, face contorted in disgust as if to say Can you believe this shit? Clearly this was bothering her too.
"Fuck this." Jace finally said.
Loki watched his clammy fingers fumbling to find the magnet on his shirt, before ripping it off and placing it on the conveyor belt. He barely gave the automatic doors enough time to open, before he was storming out of them.
"Where are you going?" Loki asked The Stranger, when her feet began to carry her into view.
"I'll be back." She told him, just before she approached the dick. "Larry." He heard her state, as if she personally knew the man. "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation, not that it was very well concealed in the first place, but that's such a bullshit reason to fire someone."
"Ma'am, this isn't any of your concern."
"It became my concern, when you broadcasted it for all to see."
"Not that it's any of your business, but I have full right to fire that employee. He was 20 minutes late this morning, and was a no-call no-show once since he started working here two years ago."
"Two years? He's been here for two years and was a no-call no-show, once? Did he give you a reason? I'm sure his reason for being late this morning was because he wasn't even on the schedule today."
Loki listened to Larry say nothing back to her retort.
"God forbid he has a life going on outside of this place! He can't dedicate himself entirely to this store. And there's absolutely nothing wrong with people who do that, but it seems that even you haven't. Seeing as you were about to pin all of the work you're supposed to do onto him, while you went to perform the "oh-so-tedious" task of creating a schedule safely tucked in the back, conveniently away from all of the chaos."
Her silver tongue, whipped through the air so fast, Loki imagined how greedy her lungs were right now.
Larry ignored her, turning his back as he straightened the end-caps behind his register. "He missed his daughter's birthday, for fucksake Larry!"
"Are you going to buy something?" He asked.
"You should feel bad!" She countered.
"I don't. And I also don't have to take this. Get out."
"What?"
"Are you hard of hearing? Leave. You're not welcome here." He could tell The Stranger didn't like that. Not that he did eith—
"Fine!" She shouted, then Loki saw an entire boxful of snickers fly into the air like confetti. "I would say have Jace clean this up, but it looks like this mess is all for you."
He chuckled to himself, head tilting to the side as he surveyed the spectacle transpiring before him. Oh no. She's adorable.
When Larry began personally escorting her out, after she grabbed another handful of candy, (this time kinder joy eggs) and launched them into the air as hard as she could, Loki's feet began moving on their own.
"Leave—" CRASH!
He saw their shoulders violently shoot upwards, heads snapping to the direction of where the sound came from, as their eyes landed on the mess that had just spawned onto the ground beside them. Cereal boxes exploded from the weight landing on them. Shards of shattered glass fusing with pickles, tomato sauce, peanut butter slowly decorating the floor. Marbles of candy clicking and rolling everywhere, landing near their feet. There was a plethora of different messes going on right now. Newly bruised bananas, crushed bread, spilled milk—oh no Larry was about to cry.
Then they turned their heads to the opposite direction of the mess, in search of the cause. Just in time to see Loki appearing from behind a few remaining shelves on the other side, hands gripping his cart. Bewildered look of expression plastered on his face. His brows were furrowed, and his lips folded in on each other as if to be in casual reflection, instead of horror over the disaster before him.
"Clean up on aisle— one, two," he whispered the numbers to himself before he told Larry,, "all of them."
“Aren’t you the one who didn’t want to make a service worker’s job harder? My friend, I'm afraid you just made his job hell!” She teased.
"I wouldn't have done it if he wasn't behaving like such an ass. Also, his grip on your arm, even I wouldn't grab a lady like that."
She ignored him, eyes lighting up as she exclaimed, ”Gosh I've never seen someone's face turn so red! He looked like an angry red cock!"
He ignored her, eyes clouding over as he sighed, “They had these fascinating little shrink-wrapped rice balls with seaweed faces. I've not seen them anywhere else." He said solemnly, realising that he’d probably never see them again.
"Clean up on aisle...all of them" she said in the best impression she could of him. "That was simply brilliant!" She beamed, grasping his sleeve as they strolled the strip of stores. He could just barely contain the curl of his lip at the compliment. Then when the weight of what he just did settled in, his smile diminished completely.
"I think I may have been rash. Maybe Larry didn't deserve that. Not to mention I probably just made a lot of innocent people suffer, just to piss off one person. You don’t know me, but this isn’t unlike me. I’ve tried to change recently, but I just made things worse. Just like I always do.”
It was then that the girl stopped joking and finally acknowledged his words. She said this when she thought them over carefully:
"I won't tell you to not show remorse for your actions; in fact you should, it means you're at least half-way decent. But I will say you're not all bad. Yes, the store owner will probably lose a pretty penny repairing the damages and hiring someone to clean it up. But at least when Jace, and the other people who walked out on Larry hear about it tomorrow, it will bring a smile to their faces. You did something they wished they could. And most importantly, you defended me.” She joked, but when Loki didn’t laugh, she kept going.
“Maybe Larry didn't deserve that. But we know at least a small part of him did. And that small part will think twice in the future before he behaves like an ass. Who knows if he even gets fired…well he will unless he comes up with a good excuse on why everyone quit on him—I’m getting off topic! This doesn't mean you should smash the windows of every person who slightly does you wrong. No never that. But your intent was good. And you meant good. And though your consequences weren’t all good, some of it was. So you take care with how you speak of yourself.”
“When I was a bad person I thought I was good. I thought that the things I did were good. So the whole intent over consequences philosophy doesn’t hold weight.”
“Did you really think you were doing the right things when you were a “bad” person?”
Loki had to really think about that. Sure, maybe he had to lie to himself a little and say that him being selfish was for the greater good, but he knew it really wasn’t.
“I’m not saying consequences don’t matter. They do. But sometimes we do good things that turn out to have bad consequences. Sometimes bad things we do, turn out good for everyone else. The world isn’t all black and white. So yes you did a bad thing back there. But you were an ass to an ass who was an ass to everyone else around him. And if he get’s fired tomorrow, there’s a chance that the one who replaces him won’t be an ass!”
“Okay fine! I suppose that makes me feel a little better.” It actually made him feel a lot better, but he wasn’t gonna just tell her that. ”It’s really a shame though." He expressed, after a moment of comfortable silence. "They were much closer to my apartment than Harris Teeters."
"When he gets fired in the morning, we—you'll be able to go back." She promised him. Loki didn't have much time to focus on her correction, because they pulled to a stop as she said, "We're here!"
It was a storefront nestled away in between a tea cafe and floral shop.
The Nook was sprawled across the glass in white letters, and the two words were separated by dark green double doors. A forest green awning, that matched the entrance, sheltered the warm yellow light that the shop emitted; and red and yellow potted flowers, that Loki imagined came from next door, were placed all around the store.
"You do like to read, don't you?" she asked, pulling him into the quaint little place.
"There's hardly a moment in my free time where there isn't a book in my hand."
"Good. I'm going to figure out which one is your favorite." She told him, spinning on her soles as she capered her way over to the non-fiction section, Loki in tow behind her.
Immediately she pulled out a self-help book titled, How to Win Friends and Influence People by Dale Carnegie. "It's this one isn't it?" A small smile pulled at her lips, as glee filled her eyes.
"No." He simply stated. He had read the book. But it wasn't his favourite...that might have been in part to it not working.
"I know it's this. You've just barely passed for human, and were it not for your very convincing fleshy vessel, I'd think you were an alien of some sorts." A Short History of Nearly Everything, by Bill Bryson was in her hands. "Why not read a book that sums up all of human knowledge?"
Air passed through his nose, and a grin glued itself to his face, but again he said no. But she was damn good at figuring out the books he had read so far.
She traveled to the medical section, while Loki kept a small distance and occupied himself with a potential book of interest. He could hear her dropping books and whispering "I'm sorry’s" to those she disturbed during her intense search.
Coming back before he knew it, she placed Atlas of Human Anatomy, by Frank H. Netter, on top of the book in his hand. That same playful expression on her face, as he read the title. "And again, I call back my argument about you being alien. This time, with the fact that you study our movements carefully to mimic how you think humans behave."
"Au contraire, my dear. I happen to be very well-versed in anatomy." He told her, eyes leaving their spot from the cover, to read her instead. "On anatomy, below anatomy, behind anatomy, one could say I'm an expert."
This time a mischievous smirk grew on his face, as he watched her roll her eyes and try to suppress her own grin.
Instead of acknowledging his quip though, the girl stole the book from his hands to replace it back into its home, before spinning off again. "Do you enjoy the classics, my love?" She said over her shoulders as she began walking away.
He quickly put the book in his hands down, and followed her when she showed no sign of slowing. "Classics, the criminally undervalued, and all those in between."
Going to the very small classics section that was settled in the back of the store, she pulled every classic she could think of him enjoying. "You just look like you've stepped out of an Edgar Allan Poe tale." She told him, caressing the spines of books as she floated past the shelves. "Tell me my love," She suddenly stopped, and turned to him, peering at him through a hole on the other side of the bookcase. "Is there a beating heart, thumping beneath your floorboards?"
"The only heart I wish to possess is your own, my darling." He confessed. And after a beat, she broke out into giggles.
"I can imagine that sounded much better in your head." She told him, as he rejoined her on the side she stood on.
"Can you fault me for trying?"
"I can only commend you for it. At least you made me laugh."
That is enough.
He watched her, and concluded that she was really trying hard with her guesses this time. Thumb caressing the bottom of her chin, she turned back and forth between the columns as she thought carefully about the next title she was to pull. Finally, nimble fingers landed on Dracula by Bram Stoker.
"Might I ask, why all of your suggestions feature a male author?"
"Because like them, you were written by a man."
Her back, and the backs of her arms, pressed gently against the shelves, as he advanced towards her. He could still make out that faint scent of jasmine—no, they were orchids and berries that he smelled before, on her neck. Instead of hums however, a sharp inhale was the sound that escaped her. Ending her torture, though it would begin his own, he reached a hand over her head, and passed her his favorite book, before ridding himself of closeness to her.
"What does this say about me?" He asked. And though he wasn't as close, the small aisle still deemed him very close, which he decided he liked.
He didn't miss the slow decline of her collarbone, as her breathing steadied. How could he? The apex of her neck glistened due to her dewy skin. It was delicious. Looking down, he could almost see her trying to overcome her fluster as she stammered the title aloud. "Frank—Frankenstein."
"Yes. And it was written by a woman. Just like me."
It didn't take long for her to find her wit again. She straightened herself out and stated, "This book, and that statement, tells me you have daddy issues."
His mouth and eyebrows quirked as he shrugged and said ”You're not wr—"
“—And you have some issues with self-acceptance. You often feel like a social pariah. Unworthy of love. And like me, you also want to find—or in Frankenstein's monster's case, create your other half. Only to lose hope when you feel you'll never have them."
Loki didn’t like that. Didn’t like that she could read him without a stutter, based on a fucking book. ”And what of you, darling? Who is your favorite author?” He asked her, tone dry.
"I'm trying to prove if you're my soulmate, not the other way around."
"If I have to submit myself to your games, it's only fair that you participate in them as well."
"Fine. Take your time guess—."
“—In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you." Loki took a step closer and asked, "Or would you prefer the movie's adaptation?...you have bewitched me body and soul. And I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on."
And then a part of him was about to tell her that her favorite book made her predictable which rendered her painfully ordinary just to hurt her pride like she had hurt his. But when she asked, "You've memorized them?" His words fell short. She looked at him as if he was the most interesting book in the entire store. Amazed by his intelligence. By him.
He recomposed himself.
"I'm partial to Austen. I even partake in my fair share of Christie, and I absolutely devour the words of Angelou." He began to quote Angelou's "Phenomenal Woman" when the girl's silence answered him, carefully selecting an excerpt from the poem that he thought suited her well.
"Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can't see.
I say,"
"It's in the arch of my back," His fingers trailed the arch in her back.
"The sun of my smile," He said, other hand going to frame her chin.
"The ride of my breasts," That same hand, fell down her chest, just short of her breasts
"The grace of your style." He said, bending the words of the poem, as it "suddenly" became about her.
"You're a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman, that's—"
“—Not the words of the poem." She said, finally breaking herself free of his spell. "And I'm not surprised you know I like Austen: I did ask you to call me Mrs. Darcy earlier this evening."
"The points do not stem from guessing your favorite author correctly. Should I not be rewarded from listening and remembering small details about you?"
"Nope. That wasn't the point of the game. You've just proved to have an excellent memory so remembering one little detail that I said earlier in the evening is like child's play to you.” She rushed out, before he could even blink
Then after slipping from beneath his cage she said, ”And besides, I do love Pride and Prejudice. But it is not my favorite book: so since I couldn't guess yours, and you couldn't guess mine, let's call this a draw." And he watched, stunned, as she bounded the corner. It wasn’t long before he heard a gust of wind entering the store, and the sound of the door clanking shut behind it.
A smile found his lips: he admired her cheekiness. Still, he was a sore loser.
He found her, waiting for him outside of the shop. He took long strides towards her telling her this, "Unless you provide your favorite book, I will take that win."
But when she didn't respond, he turned his attention to what she was focusing on, instead.
Just across the street, through the window of a bridal boutique, he could see a bride-to-be adorned in a dress.
Red fiery hair, and alabaster skin, she was tall, and thin, and beautiful. His darling was beguiled by her. Her eyes glossy with...tears?
Did she know her? Did she not? Was she her old lover's new dame? Was she herself, the old lover? He couldn't tell. All that he knew was that his darling was shattered by the sight of her.
He panicked. All the light, all the spark she had, not one minute ago, was gone.
He encased her hand in his own. "Look!" He beamed, trying his hardest to emanate the happiness she was so good at imitating. "An authentic looking diner. I've never experienced one of those. Would you mind if we took a detour in our plans?"
She hadn't moved. Eyes focused on the dazzling beauty from across the street. Her expression was the complete opposite of his darling's: a smile reached her ears, white teeth visible from even their position. She did a sashay for her company, swaying to and fro in the glittery gown as her delight lit up the street there were on.
His Darling, wasn't going to move. Not on her own.
Loki switched places with her to shield her from both oncoming traffic, and the view of the bride, as he walked her further down the strip, not stopping until they were met with the neon lights of the diner.
When he was done fiddling with their table's jukebox, he turned to her and asked, "Which do you prefer: Strawberry or Vanilla?" but when she said nothing, he continued his rambling "They even have a concoction made of chocolate and boysenberry...what in—Banana pudd—peach cobbler milkshake?!" He was disgusted. Still he could garner no reaction from her.
She sulked on her side of the booth, shoulders slumped, hands folded in her lap...eyes holding a dim glint, as all the remaining bit of light slowly leaked from them.
He peered across the table at her. He didn't know where to start. Obviously, his strategy of deflecting was not working. His darling was far too encapsulated by her own thoughts. Lost to the world.
The whole ordeal made him really consider how he had come to know her. He didn't know her. He didn't know why the bride had shaken her so. What he did know, however, was that he didn't like to see her this way. Didn't like whoever the bride was, for doing this to her.
“Darling…” His hand inched towards hers, holding it like he would an injured dove. “Please say something.”
He had just met her. Had his first conversation with her, not three hours ago. Why did his heart ache to see her like this?
"You know," she started, ignoring the way Loki's attention lit up at her voice; it had been about thirty minutes since she last spoke a word to him. "I don't usually entertain the idea of a soulmate. I know that the world doesn't work like that. I know that better than anyone." She confessed.
“But when I saw you more than once today, I thought it could be a nice idea. I thought that for a second, by choosing a stranger that I'd have no strings attached to by the morning, I could experience what it felt like to be loved without the consequences that the real thing brings. I don't want to be soured by who you really are- or no, rather who I turn you into." She corrected.
“I just want one person, who I can paint perfection onto. Who will remember me as perfect too. I need someone who won't have the chance to ignite regret within me."
Who you really are. He tried not to focus on that jab, especially after she caught it herself. But Loki knew she was wrong to correct herself.
And did she always blame herself for the ruins of her past? Did she have the right to? Were they more alike than he thought?
When he finally did speak, after several beats of mulling her words over, it wasn't to address the last part of her confession. Instead he said, "I believe soulmates exist."
"Stranger—"
“—I do. I just think that you have to work for them, and most people are not willing to do so. Most people settle for the first person that they can tolerate out of fear of being alone, and their fear is what makes it harder for the rest of us to find our beloved. It's because of this that, and to steal your words from earlier, most never have the chance to meet their destined."
And then he improvised, further selling the idea of being her lover, ”But we're the lucky ones, my darling. We've found ours."
She blinked away the tears, and offered a weak smile. "Thank you for trying to make me feel better, Stranger—"
"I wasn't trying to make you feel better...that's not what I'd do to make you feel better."
As the piano notes of Roberta Flack's The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face finally faded, the sound of a celtic fiddles filled the diner's air to replace it. "Ah. Just in time." Loki sighed in relief, turning the music on the jukebox up, then standing from his seat in the booth. With an outstretched hand beckoning towards her, he stood before her expectantly.
"What are you doing?" She hissed, turning her head from side to side, as people began to stare at the now standing, cloaked in black stranger.
"Dance with me."
"Sit down!" She begged him, reaching from his arm, but he snatched it away before she could. "This place is full of people!"
"No it's not." He said after looking around to try to see what she saw. "It's just you and I."
And after a moment of eyeing him like he was mad, she said "No—"
—♪Come on Eileen ♪ "Come on Eileen!" He belted alongside the singer, in the most obnoxiously terrible voice he could muster. She cowered at the call of his strangled bird cry. Cringed at the sight of his hip and body rolls. Winced at the—
♪Come on Eileen♪ "Come on Eileen!" He howled again, but again she hissed no. Loki guessed that he would have to dance by himself.
♪Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio
Moved a million hearts in mono
Our mothers cried
Sang along, who'd blame them? ♪ He waved his arms and hands violently, his body contorting into the most ridiculous positions he could display.
♪You're grown (you're grown up)
So grown (so grown up)
Now I must say more than ever
(Come on Eileen)♪ Loki promenade along the walkway, stealing table seven's ketchup bottle to fashion it into a microphone as he cried out,
♪Toora loora toora loo rye ay♪ like his life depended on it,
♪And we can sing just like our fathers♪ His hips thrusted in rhythm to the beat of the song.
♪Come on Eileen, (oh I swear) what he means
At this moment, you mean everything
You in that dress, my thoughts I confess
Verge on dirty, ah, come on Eileen♪ He had stolen a dance from the more than willing waitress as she was passing by him.
♪Come on Eileen♪ He twirled, and spun her about the aisles, dipping her before abandoning her in an empty booth.
♪These people round here♪ In a break from his dancing, he stole a fry from an unsuspecting man. Had he seen the gesture, Loki was sure he would have tried to pummel him, so he scurried away before he could notice.
Wear beatdown eyes sunk in smoke dried face
So resigned to what their fate is
But not us (no never)
No not us (no never)
We are far too young and clever
♪Toora loora, toora loo rye ay♪ Loki had found another partner: an older man to lasso.
♪ Eileen, I'll hum this tune forever
Come on Eileen, oh I swear (what he means)
Ah come on let's take off everything♪ They paraded around the room, seducing the female and male patrons with their terrible moves.
Pretty red dress, Eileen, tell him yes
Ah come on let's, ah, come on Eileen
That pretty red dress, Eileen, tell him yes.♪ The older gent held out as long as he could, dancing with Loki until his hips gave out.
Ah, come on let's, ah come on Eileen, please♪ The tempo declined. He finally made it back to the part of the room his darling sat on. Now on his knees, the turn of the chorus in tow, he asked his Eileen, once more for a dance.
♪Come on Eileen, too loo rye ay
Come on Eileen, too loo rye ay♪ And though she looked as if she was about to decline, she smiled and slowly stood to her feet.
♪Now you have grown, and now you have shown
Oh, Eileen♪ Her slow rise, encouraged Loki's own as he stood to his feet as well.
Said♪ Turning, and swaying her hips against his, the people that were previously surrounding them disappeared.
Come on Eileen, too loo rye ay (show how you feel) ♪ "show how you feel" he sang in her ear, as their dancing picked up with the music.
Come on Eileen, too loo rye ay
Now I must say more than ever♪ They span around in circles, dizzying themselves.
Things round here change
♪I said, toora loora, toora loo rye ay ♪ And as the fiddles swelled, and the beat picked up again, Loki, jumped onto a table, and reached for her ha—
"Ow, ow, ow—" He winced, as she nursed the cut above his eyebrow.
"You're a grown man. You should've known that the weight of that table couldn't support you."
"I was too in the moment to think rationally—Ow!" He cried, squeezing her hand.
"This is a record for the amount of places I've been kicked out of in one night."
He sadly begged, "Please accept my apology."
"Apology? That was hilarious, my love!" She beamed at him, as she finished up her work on his bruise, tossing the bloody tissue in a nearby bin.
He didn't even try to contain his smile, upon hearing her endearment for him, return. "So I've succeeded in lifting your spirits?"
"Yes. And thank you for it."
"Never thank me for doing something that I'm supposed to do. As your soulmate, your happiness is my own."
"Still" She began, eyes drifting towards the now empty boutique behind her. "I'm sorry for being so melodramatic."
Loki gently caught her chin, and reeled it back to focus on him instead. "Be as dramatic as you wish. I'm quite the drama queen myself." And laughed, when she began to.
"Have you ever been in love?" She asked a few moments later, dropping her hand into the water beside them. They were sitting on a fountain that was in the center of all of the places they had been to.
"A few times." He answered. Not even surprised by the question. It was expected. As whimsical as she was, she was also a tad predictable. "I'm not like you, in that I don't fall easily. But when I am smitten with someone, I'm quite pitiful."
"Yea?" Her hand slinked from side to side creating ripples in the waves. "What kind of person could make you pitiful?"
The same kind that you are...where did that come from? "Ask the few men and women that have."
"I would love to. Do they all have something in common?"
"Yes, in one way or another. I suppose I do have a type."
"Do I have anything in common with them?"
No. "No."
"Oh." She sounded disappointed, as she bought her hands up, and pushed herself off of the fountain. She began walking off, Loki following behind.
"If given a proper chance, could you see yourself falling in love with me?" she asked, after an uncomfortable beat of silence.
Yes. "If I knew more of you, maybe." I want to know more of you. Then he reasked her question, "Could you see yourself falling in love with me?"
"Absolutely. Next question."
What about me makes her say absolutely? "What about me makes you say “'absolutely'?"
"Tall, brooding, handsome, raven-haired stranger, who shows no interest in anyone or anything around him? I'm always attracted to people who don't want me."
Who says I don't want you? "Well beyond the physical there's not much to want of me."
"There's plenty."
"Like?"
"You're standing here with me now. Why?"
"Give yourself credit, you make a convincing argument."
"That's not it. You made the decision on your own."
"I thought you were pretty. Maybe I'm doing this, because I thought it would better my chances of taking you home tonight."
Scoffing, she said, "S'not that either. Stop pussy footing around the real answer, and just admit it."
"Fine. I thought you looked sad."
"You did?" She stopped to survey him for a moment, before continuing the walk. "So you care about other people than yourself...and he says what's to like?"
"Please. I call back to the fact that you're pretty."
"Is Jace also pretty?"
"Didn't do it for Jace, again that was for you."
"You had a cartful of groceries that you were more than willing to put up for people you didn't know. Was that for me too?"
"Maybe it was." She looked at him exasperatedly. "Okay. It was no benefit to me to just leave it there ."
"It was an inconvenience to put them all up. Most people would have left it."
"Why does it fascinate you, so? The task took little to no effort to perform. It was miniscule."
"That's just my point. It was very small but you did it. It wouldn't have made much of a difference to leave it there, but it would have made you feel guilty. There's no question that bigger things that could have a lasting effect on those around you, would harm your conscience."
"Okay. But my good intent completely erased itself, when I destroyed the store."
"We've been over this, before. No it hasn't. At least not completely. And why are you trying to convince me that you're not good?"
"Because, I'm not good. That’s a fact. I have the past to prove it.” He looked at her indignantly. He hoped that was the end of it, but he underestimated how woefully insufferable and detrimentally stubborn she could be.
"Are you proud of your past?"
"No?"
"Do you regret it?"
"Yes."
"Have you changed?"
"Ye—"
"And you want to do better?"
"Again yes. But no amount of doing "better" will undo all of the bad."
"You're right...but that doesn't mean you can't still be good now. It's not too late to fix your mistakes."
"I can't fix everything."
"It's amazing that you even want to. We can never fix everything. What matters is that you try." And then she furthered, before he could speak. "And so you're a good person who's capable of change. You're smart. You're attentive and you're not afraid of making a complete ass of yourself to make those around you feel better. And I can imagine had I been given the time, I'd have so much more to say. So what's not to fall in love with?"
Loki fixed his lips to argue with her again, but closed them shut when he realized she'd just argue him into silence. A feat that couldn't be achieved by many.
He knew of some of these things himself, what she was saying made sense...he'd just never heard someone else besides himself say it. Never even heard himself say those things the way she did. And another difference between him and her, is that she didn't have to convince herself that he was good. She just knew it.
She was dangerous, if she could make him feel things this fast.
"Why've you never succeeded in love?" Loki thought to ask, after moments of walking in silence.
Her movement slowed just a little as she hesitantly replied "I was always too much." Then she asked, "And you?"
"I was never enough."
She stopped them both in their tracks, turned to him, and sported the biggest smile that he would have found terrifying, if it wasn't so adorable. "You realize we're perfect for each other right?" She asked, grasping both of his hands in hers.
He shook his head and smirked, about to wave off the declaration, but had no time to comment.
"I'm going to tell you what your future lover should" Her tone grew serious, as did her grip. "You will always be more than enough."
And as her words sank in, and he stared back down at her eyes , his hands reflexively squeezed hers tighter as he replied, "And I could never have my fill of you."
He didn't know how long he stood there, holding her hands, smiling, and gazing at her. But however long it was, it couldn't have been long enough.
"Are you sure it's okay that we're here?"
"It's fine, lover. Don't worry too much."
"What are we doing here? What kind of museum is this? Do you mean to replicate your other—"
“—You ask a lot of questions. Just take a gander around the room. I want to watch how you interact with the art." And with that, she walked off and did the same.
Loki tried to follow her example. He truly did. But of all the priceless vases, sculptures, and paintings that tried to seduce him, it could never hold his attention.
She was already the captor of that.
She could never stray too far, without him closing off the distance.
And it seemed she knew it too. Seemed she struggled to(o). He knew she tried her hardest to focus on the creative expressions before them, but her eyes would drift to him, studying him when she felt he wasn't looking...but he was always looking. He was always gazing.
If she was clumsy in nature, he wouldn't have noticed it, because never did Loki think a creature could move so gracefully.
He imagined that if she sang, whatever tune it could be, would be beautiful. Didn't matter if her voice was terrible, he would think it was the prettiest sound.
Her eyes were the most magnificent shade in their color. Of all the colors if he was concerned.
Her measurements were the perfect combination. Just right.
Her height was right for his. Just perfect.
But he supposed that it didn't matter what she looked like. What he liked was her.
Seemed every piece he found her in front of, intrigued him too. Seemed every room she pranced to, he needed to explore as well.
It felt like she was dancing around the room, practically floating from piece to piece, as Loki danced with her, chased after her.
She was currently studying a Krisi Malakoff installation, crouching as she admired the subtle details in the paper figurines.
Then she glided to a Kara Walker, enamoured by the haunting silhouettes and their gothic elements.
The Kumi Yamashita shadows were what really fascinated her however. Loki knew this, because of how her eyes lit up at the illusions.
When she was done with her fill of art, she silently led him to a room where he later found she would perform another test.
As she turned to him, catching him mid-gaze, she said, "Pick one." In reference to the paintings on the wall.
There were only two, so it wouldn't take a lot of brainpower to decide which one he liked. But he knew it mattered to her which one he chose.
One was of a woman castrating a man with the help of another assisting her. The other was of a girl shrouded in pearls, her skin almost transparent as it contrasted with the jewels.
"I'm not the biggest fan of gore. I think if you're going to kill someone it should be clean and efficient." He said, not thinking of whether or not his answer would shock her. "But I know if I say I dislike this one, you'll accuse me of being scared of women who exact revenge on men who have wronged them—which I'm not by the way, since the girl performing the crime is a victim of assault. And if I say I do like this one," He said in reference to the lady in pearls. "I'm a misogynist since the woman in the painting represents the same thing her pearls do: an object, to be admired and sought after. It seems I'm destined to fail either way, because one choice goes against my true feelings, and the other goes against yours…"
"You have to choose one."
"Well then the answer is obvious. I'll choose the third work of art in the room, which is you."
She burst out into laughter, before saying, "That was so cheesy!"
“Fine. I lied: I’m a huge fan of gore. And the girl in the painting is justified, so I’ll choose that one. However, my first answer, is that not what your lover would say?"
"No. They'd choose us."
It was his turn to laugh now. "And exactly how is your answer, not worse than mine?."
"I figure if you get to be cheesy, so do I"
The art was long forgotten, and the other was the only thing they wanted to admire.
"Do you know what I find odd?"
"What do you find odd, my love?"
"All night, we have been playing the role of hopelessly in love romantics, yet we have not yet kissed each other."
"How bizarre?”
"Very bizarre, actually.” He said, closing the distance once more. "How do you suppose we fix that?" He whispered.
"If you want to kiss me you should have just said so." She dared.
A fond smile painted his lips, as he towered over her, and pulled her in.
He watched her close her eyes. Inviting his touch. Falling into his hand, as his palm caressed the side of her face, and his fingers on bits of her neck. He bowed his head, and leaned in.
But before he could place his lips onto hers, "Hey! What the hell are you doing in here?"
And like a deer caught in headlights—or flashlights, Loki stared at the beam of whatever light in horror.
She grabbed his hand, and tugged him along violently, as they sprinted further into the gallery. Ducking and weaving past art that wasn't on display yet, they pushed until they reached the back of the building.
Stumbling through the emergency exit, they kept running until they were far enough from the gallery to take a break.
Swallowing gulpfulls of air, hands resting on his knees, Loki breathed "I thought...I thought you said you knew the curator?"
"Well I didn't say he knew me." She exhaled, beads of sweat forming on her forehead as she too struggled to breathe.
Loki, brows now furrowed, looked at her as if she was mad...but then he started to laugh. It began small, starting in his throat, before he felt it in his chest, then down to his stomach. A deep hearty vibration shook through his whole body, as he remained doubled over in glee. And once he started, so did she.
Their sounds echoed through the night, bringing on a mass of light through the shine of their teeth, and the blissful energy they radiated.
Eventually he stopped and straightened himself out. He looked over at her, this time not even bothering to hide his ogle.
"You're amazing." He confessed. "You're simply amazing."
Then he closed in on her, barely giving her time to stand straight, and took the kiss he didn't get the chance to have earlier.
Lips pressed against hers, so softly, it barely constituted a touch. But then his chaste embrace escalated, when his tongue swiped against her lip, before sliding into her mouth.
Kissing her was akin to walking into the warm embrace of your home after facing winter's harsh weather. That icy burn in his cheeks slowly melted away as a comfortable heat replaced it. His cold fingertips began to sear, when her hot neck thawed them out, as he cradled her face. The taste of her sweeter than any guilty pleasures he could ever hope to have, because she was now his pleasure. And he wasn’t guilty about it.
Reluctantly pulling away, he whispered against her, "Where does the night take us from here?"
And he thanked that she said, "Take me home with you."
Pushing the key into the lock, and twisting the door open, he welcomed her in first.
He watched her curious eyes take in his space. And after a moment of slow pacing around his living room she said, "I should have known your home would be as dark as you."
"You don't like it?" Looking around his own room, as if he had not done so a thousand times before, he focused on all of the dark interior and really drank it in. Black walls, and mostly dark green furniture, with hints of gold accents flooded his apartment.
But it wasn't as if he was all dark. His house was teeming with life. His pet snake and the many plants he owned told him so.
"Who says I don't like it?" She asked, as she craned her neck to admire the golden snake bookend at the top of his bookcase. The intricate designs, down to its fangs and scales, captivated her the same way it did him.
He watched her crouch lower to examine the book nook on the shelf below it. The warm glow illuminating her face, as she stared at it in awe. It was a replica of a library, with never ending book shelves, dark tile floors, and a table in the middle with papers, textbooks, and pencils sprawled about it. The bookshelves had green vines and plants going down the sides, and some of the books even had titles scrawled with gold ink.
Three tiny versions of him were spread throughout the room. One was climbing the elephant ladder in search of a title. One sitting against the shelves, head buried in a book. Another at the only table scribbling on paper. That one even had glasses adorned on the tip of his nose. "You made this?” she asked, fingers grazing the black head of the Loki reading his book.
"Yes?" His confirmation came out more like a question, slight panic in his voice as he did. Did she think it odd?
"It's wonderful! Could you sho—" She hurriedly cut herself off. "...I mean it's wonderful."
Her back was to him, so he couldn't read her face. But he liked to think it mirrored his own: disappointed by the conditions she had set earlier tonight, that would hinder him from showing her how to make her own shelf-insert. That would hinder him from making one for her. Or better yet, that kept her from sharing his. But he knew that he was wrong. This is what she wanted.
She had pretended to busy herself with a book on one of his shelves. Ignoring the heavy weight of the tension in the room. Both from awkwardness, and sexual frustration.
But he would not. He would give into one of those feelings.
She'd seen the wall in front of her grow dark with his shadow, and then heard the creaking of wood behind her, before she felt his hands on her stomach. Before she felt his lips on her skin.
Loki kissed at her neck and shoulders, pulling the back of her body flush against the front of his.
His warm wet kisses slowly trailed down the side of her face and neckline, and his fingers clutched her hips.
She felt sneaky, long digits climbing up her body, lightly brushing her breasts, before stopping on the strap of her dress, hooking underneath the string, and letting it fall loosely around her arm. Then they traveled to the other shoulder and did the same.
Again, he was pressing her body impossibly closer into his, as his hands freed her from the confines of her dress. Lips hungrily kissed at more bits of exposed skin, her soft sighs spurring him on.
Her hand instinctively found its way to his neck, as she pressed him closer, warning him not to stop.
And he held her arm and kissed that too, but failed to heed her warning. Instead, he found her chin, turned it, and kissed her lips.
She twisted her body into his, in order to deepen their connection.
Their noses bumped. Their fingers grew hungry, clenching, and pulling at the other, desperately trying to feel skin. Their tongues delved deeper. Mouths opened wider. Bodies drew closer. Lips pushed rougher. She mirrored whatever action he did, and that's how he knew she loved this feeling as much as he.
Loki dropped beneath her, lips working extra hard to stay connected to hers, as he gripped the globes beneath her ass, and spread them apart to wrap her legs around his waist.
He eventually had to let go of her lips. Didn't matter how well he knew his condo, because he was too focused on her to feel his way around successfully without knocking into shit.
"So sorry." He breathed, when he bumped her into the corner of a wall.
"S'okay." She assured, a soft laugh hidden in her words.
When he finally made it to the bed, he gently placed her down and resumed his measures against her lips.
Her fingers found his hair when he hovered over her, and he thought it was heaven the way they moved against his scalp. The same way her soft tongue moved against his.
His hands weren't sure what pace to set as they roamed her body. He wanted to be inside of her already. Wanted to feel her wrapped around him. But then he also wanted this to last.
"Slow." was all she uttered into their kiss, "Enjoy me." and that was all it took for his body to obey.
He felt her hands working the buttons of his shirt, pulling the material down his shoulders once she was done.
She reached between them again, unzipping his pants, pulling them as far she could, before pushing down what she couldn't with her feet.
It was her that broke their kiss first. His blown pupils focused on her swollen lips as she gasped for air.
"I see you." She finally said.
Loki's eyebrows furrowed at the comment. "I see you too."
"No." Hand cupping his jaw, she said it slower. "I see you."
And it was then that he understood what she meant. She saw him. "You see me?” He asked.
“Yes.” She clarified. “And you see me?”
He was practically already naked, but he felt so much more bare when he confirmed, "And I see you.” And he really had.
He had seen her that morning. Connected with her then too. Wanted her since she first claimed him as her love.
Had she really seen him? Did she connect with him too? Want him, too?
She had to. He, a liar, could tell when someone was deceiving him.
She had seen him. And the realization of being seen, and wanted… and accepted. That, made him ache.
But she wasn't done. She tucked a raven-lock behind his ear, and told him, "You're so beautiful." Her hand caressed the shell of his ear where his hair now lay, dropping to his naked chest and placing itself over his heart. "You're so beautiful." She repeated, gazing into his sea of green. Tears threatened to well up in his eyes. But he stuffed them down, as he told her,
"You're beautiful, too."
Her smile was light. And he found himself mimicking that too.
"Feel me." She commanded, dragging her palms over parts of his body that always went unnoticed in throes of passion.
He did as she told him, hands touching her softly. Why'd he feel that she would break? Why'd he feel like his touch would taint her?
She found his shaky hand, and brought it to her lips. "You're deserving." She said before placing a kiss to his knuckles. "You're worthy." She furthered, planting another. "Love me." She begged, pressing two more.
And how could he refuse?
Loki, hurriedly abandoned the rest of his clothes, and took his time in removing the rest of hers, deciding that he would kiss her the way he longed to be kissed.
He kissed her hands, and each of her fingers. He kissed her arms, and the crooks of them too. Her stomach became littered in his kisses. Her legs littered in them until his lips were almost blue.
His kisses on her nipples, turned into licking, that turned into sucking, that turned into nipping when her back began arching into his touch.
He kissed—ravaged the lips between her legs, tonguing them with as much fervor as he would the ones on her face, greedily lapping up all of her nectar, and devouring her broken cries.
And he thought, why wouldn't she be just as fair as him? As she began pushing him, climbing on top of him, and kissing him just as he had kissed her before.
She kissed his hands, and each of his fingers. Kissed his arms, and the crooks of them too. His abs became littered in her kisses. His legs littered in them until her lips were almost blue.
She kissed the tip of his cock, in the midst of her measures. She licked the crown, and sucked the shaft too.
She touched him as if he would break. Her fingers were so light on his skin, that even though he was watching her intently, he thought her touch was imaginary.
But Loki didn't assure her that she wouldn't break him like she assured him; he too was sure that he would shatter under her delicate care.
He was spiralling towards the ground, and he was sure she wouldn't be there to catch him.
And that was okay. He was just happy to be along for the ride.
She placed her thighs on the sides of his. Using him to take her pleasure. The velvety warm feel of her folds, as they gently massaged and coated his length was torment.
Slow? He could go slow; Loki lived for sensuality. But the way she looked on top of him right now, eyes more deadly than the viper's in the next room over, the way she touched him, the way she felt, it was all so cruel. The way she sounded. So cruel. Her pace? Oh so fucking cruel.
His hands burned from the feel of her smooth and supple brown skin, but he still managed to lift her from on top of him and replace her position.
Her hands instinctively grabbed, and held on to him for dear life. Her legs did the same. And it was a good thing she did too...
He dragged himself through her slick—agonisingly slow just to prove that he could. The weight of his length, and the feel of him grazing her sex made her jolt, which made him smirk to know that he had at least some of the same power over her, that she had over him.
His eyes dared to hold her own while he drove himself into her—agonisingly slow just to prove that he could. The whine she let out, as he stretched her almost made him feral. But he contained himself. The words enjoy me, on repeat in his mind.
Thrusting into her—agonisingly slow, just to prove to himself that he could, was the most difficult challenge. Now inside of her, now a part of her, and feeling the way she felt, he could hardly compose himself. She had a grip so tight, he couldn’t escape it if he wanted. What he wanted was to stay like this.
Soft gasps escaped her, escaped him, as their moans mixed together like harmony.
Her cries did not bounce off the walls, or threaten to shatter his eardrums (though he wouldn't mind her voice being the last he ever heard), instead they bled into his skin, into his memory. Her labored pants and whines would forever lull him to completion.
She writhed beneath him, back curving off the bed, as her chest glued itself to him. Though he wasn't complaining, he'd never be too close to her, never have my fill of you.
As her face contorted into pleasure, tears welled in her eyes, and her head fell back, Loki took advantage of its new angle, kissing and licking at her exposed throat. Taste buds memorising the feel of her cells.
Then he wrapped his legs around hers, tangling the limbs like vines. Tongue around her tongue, locking them together indefinitely. And as his fingers clasped around her own, Loki took her and took her, until he couldn't take her anymore.
Kissing her until his jaw ached, and his lips went numb, was a pain that he could endure; stopping his measures against her was far more torturous.
He did stop, however, when her lips started to give out, and her hands dropped from his face.
He rolled from on top of her, skin sticky and hot with her sweat mixed with his. Her cum, mixed with his. He hoped her essence that seeped out would stain his sheets forever.
Warmth escaped him as he slid out of both of her hugs: the one from between her arms, and the other from between her legs.
Not touching her, was not an option however, and he immediately went to that, as she tried focusing on breathing steadier with the new loss of his weight from her chest.
The backs of his nails and knuckles swayed gently across her naked torso. Switching between this, and letting the pads of his fingers drag delicately down her body, he explored as much of her as he could. Every ridge of his fingertips, touching every curve of her.
"How do you feel?" He whispered hoarsely. Throat and mouth dry, from using all of the moisture in his lips, to transfer to hers.
"Sore" she whispered back, a light smile decorating her face and her eyes fluttering shut as sleep began to set in.
His cheeks reddened as he smiled back at her. "No. I mean about the entire night?"
She decided to answer his question with "How did you feel about it?" after turning her back to him to sleep on her side instead. He told himself that he imagined how awake she suddenly sounded.
"I don't know how to feel about it." He lied, before truthfully answering, "I've never felt so vulnerable with someone before."
"Mmm?" she hummed, while he switched his patterns to her back. "Well that's the beauty behind all of this stranger:" she yawned. Then she continued, so many moments later that he thought she'd fallen asleep before she could finish her sentence, "you don't have to worry about vulnerability with me...because after tonight...you'll never see me again."
Immediately upon hearing it, his drawings against her skin stopped.
Moments passed, and he could hear her light snores as they passed through her nose.
The moonlight bathed her skin, and her side rose and fell into the mattress.
Confident that she now belonged to her dreams , Loki confessed to her sleeping person, "then I never want this night to end." before linking his arms under hers, and holding her as tight as he could.
There was a faint voice that broke through his sleep. “Loki.” It called. “Wake up. Wake up, my love.” They pleaded gently, nudging his sleeping body.
The black faded away, as his blurry vision slowly created her face and form. Her lips contained a hidden smile, and her eyes held mock contempt. “Are you just gonna sleep your morning away?” She asked, as she divorced the curtains, and gleams of sunlight floated into the room, crowing her, and kissing her skin.
And in his stretch he revealed, “I was enjoying a dream.”
“Can you please tell me what dream has captivated you so?” Climbing into their bed, she propped her elbow up to better peer at his still tired face.
“It was of the first day we met.” Her eyes drifted away from his as she recalled the day as well.
Breathy air passed through her lips, as a dreamy smile decorated them. “I still get embarrassed when you bring this up.”
“What about something so beautiful, could embarrass you?”
“Do you not remember how childish I was? Spewing on about soulmates and love at first sight.”
“You were not childish. You were instead magical.”
She rolled her eyes and asked, “What part of the dream were you on before I interrupted?”
“The part after our first time lying together.”
“Of course you were.” She teased. “ You were not remembering the first time you saw my face, or kissed my lips, you were dreaming about the first time you fucked me.”
It was his turn to roll his eyes. “Did you not hear me say after?”
“Oh. You mean when you convinced me to stay?”
“Yes.” He fondly smiled. “I had not slept the entire night, cause I feared you would leave before I awoke. I remember you slipping away from my embrace, and into your little dress, before trying to slip out of the door.”
Then she took over. Recalling it as if it was yesterday. “You snuck up from behind, and wrapped your arms around me before I could even touch the handle.”
“And then I said to you, “even if soulmates don't exist, I want you to be mine.” and I begged you to fall in love with me.”
“And then I dropped my hand from the door.”
“And then you turned in my arms.”
“And then we kissed. And soon we’d fall in love.” She finished, just before placing her lips on his in recreation of the one they shared all those years ago.
“No darling.” He began to correct, holding onto her waist. “Now that I recall, it happened earlier in the day for me.”
“Yeah?” This surprised her. “When then?”
“When I first saw your face. I didn't know it then, but my heart belonged to you. And you could do anything you wanted to it.”
“Thought you didn’t believe in love at first sight?”
“I didn’t. I thought once you were in it, love comes at you full force...but that was wrong. It starts small, and it grows without you even realizing what’s happened. But by then it's too late.”
“Loki…” she caressed his cheeks with the backs of her fingers.
“You changed my life, you know. I've heard so many people say that before. But the words never reigned true until I met you. Some days I could not look at myself. Others I forced a look in the mirror, to see the man who had caused pain to countless others.”
“If it wasn't me, I know it would have been someone else.”
“No it wouldn't have been. It will have always been you. No other could even begin to compare to your soul. To your love. To you. And I couldn't even begin to love someone else like I do you.”
She looked at him and smiled as bright as the sun. It was never leaving. Never ending how beautiful she was. “You’re going to have to try.”
His forehead creased as the words settled in, and her touch fell from his face. But he could only watch her as she slipped out of bed and disappeared down the hall.
Sunlight assaulted the back of his eyelids, as it peeked through a sliver in his curtains. Pulling his pillow closer, he tried to escape the bright beams of—
His eyes flew open, sleep completely evading him.
When he realized the cushion wasn't her, he flung his covers back, stumbled out of his bed, and scrambled to his wardrobe for something to make himself decent.
Cold seeped into his body through the bottom of his feet, when he padded the floors of his condo in search of her.
He started to call out her name, but remembered that he didn't know it.
Who was he kidding? He knew she wasn't there. He would have felt her.
It took a moment to collect himself. This is what we agreed upon. This is what she wanted.
But Loki thought that he would have felt so much better if he had the chance to say goodbye. Would have felt so much better if he got to kiss her before she left. Felt much better if he got the chance to have one more conversation with her…
He'd tell her to stay a little longer. He'd ask her to come back to his bed. He'd beg her to never leave.
This time yesterday, he didn't even know her. Now he was convinced that he needed her? How can you want someone when they don't even know your name?
It was all a game last night. Every part of it was supposed to be fake...at what point had he stopped pretending?
This is okay. This will be okay. He just needed time to get over the magic of their night. Once a week has passed, she would be as good as a blur.
But oh no. More than a week has passed now, and he still sees her smile when he closes his eyes.
In his best efforts, he did try to let her memory go. But she just kept popping up in his head, like the pesky little fairy she was.
Before they met, he seldom took the bus. Only had that morning, because his car was undergoing repairs. Since that day, he was always in that same seat he was the day he first saw her.
Frequent stops at the bakery too. But it wasn't to admire the pastries.
Even found himself carefully scanning the block she mentioned going for afternoon jogs on, though it meant crossing paths with that devil cat.
At least the bar they met at served more than one purpose. He searched for her at the bottom of every drink.
He went back to that bookstore. Back to that diner. Back to that museum. None remembered her. But how could they forget?
It was when he thought of leaving his number, at every place they had been to, in case anyone did recognise her, that he remembered, this was what she wanted.
If he had found her, and risked ruining what they had, she’d hate him for it.
So he had to forget her.
He decided that he was never gonna see her again. Never gonna search for her.
He decided to stop.
Stop riding the bus. Stop visiting the bakery. Stop going to that bar. Or that farmer’s market. Or that bookshop. That Diner. Museum.
But he couldn't really stop looking for her. At least not subconsciously.
It was the middle of spring when he found it.
With the city behind him, Loki’s bench was surrounded by flowers, and overlooked a trail. He thought it pretty. So everyday he sat on that bench. Every sunrise. Every sunset. Every morning when night met day. Every evening when day met night. He was there. In search of his Day.
Of course he entertained the idea that he’d meet her on that bench, but he didn’t hold out hope. This park was one of many in their city. The chances of meeting her there were slim.
But he did imagine meeting someone there. Of the many joggers on the trail maybe there would be one for him.
If there was one thing Loki realized since meeting his darling, it was that he lacked someone to call his home. He didn’t care if said home was shitty, he just wanted one. He’d probably never meet someone to make him feel as good as she did, but that was okay. Most people didn’t.
As he sat down on the bench, he admired the strokes of purples, pinks and oranges that painted the sky.
It was still spring, so Loki had his umbrella accompanying him now. The bench was always wet, and the smell of freshly cut grass always invaded his senses. Spring carried the sweet smell of orchids, and jasmine though, so he didn’t mind.
When rain wasn’t in the forecast, the park was packed. Couples thought it the perfect time to have their picnics in the grass.
He was surprised to have seen two proposals that April. He wondered if it possible to block people in real life.
As he sat down on the bench, he admired the strokes of purples, pinks and oranges that painted the sky.
Summer was here. Bright green leaves clung to the trees, and as hot as it was out, Loki still sat there, cloaked in black, admiring the sunset.
There were lots of bugs. He hated bugs. But still they weren’t going to chase him away from his bench.
Acorns and ants lay beside him, and he read to them. He read to the pigeons and to the squirrels, and to the occasional lizards, too.
Kids were out for the season. Their colourful chalk stained the trails. He watched joggers stampede all over the pastel rainbows and hopscotch boxes. It made him sad when a particular smiley face got destroyed.
Dogs barking over the smell of the hotdog stand that was parked behind the bench made it hard for him to read, but summer would be over soon.
As he sat down on the bench, he admired the strokes of purples, pinks and oranges that painted the sky.
Auburn, burgundy, and brown leaves littered the bench. Broken twigs, and crushed red berries too. Finally Autumn. The month of new beginnings.
And new beginnings there finally were. Loki no longer went to the park in search of his darling. Instead, he went because he was used to it. He liked it.
Her face was finally a blur in his mind now. And soon it would be completely forgotten.
But that was okay, too. In his mind she was only there to teach him a lesson. A lesson on how to forgive himself. On how to love himself. On how to look at himself in the mirror, and like what he saw.
As he sat down on the bench, like he had time and time before, since meeting her…he admired the strokes of lavenders, fuschias and tangerines that painted the sky.
It was the most beautiful transition from day to night that he’d seen in a long time. So beautiful, it brought to mind that quote she told him all of those nights ago.
“Two worlds colliding.” “…worlds colliding.” He and a stranger spoke together. And when his head snapped to the direction that the music came from, his eyes caught theirs immediately.
Their emotions danced with the others. Mouths fell open and closed, in a seemingly never ending cycle. His body was paralysed, even though he practiced how he would kiss her when he saw her again, a thousand times. Practiced what’d he say, when she was finally his.
“I-” She started to stutter out…
So that’s what her voice sounded like. How he could even forget in the first place, he didn’t know.
Reading her now, on this bench Loki was much like she, at a loss of words. Her face read confusion, guilt…joy? And after moments of stumbling over her words she carefully said, “I didn’t expect to see you here, Strange—”
“Loki.” He corrected. “My name is Loki. And it is so nice to meet you.” There you are. Just like you practiced. Though her poem rang true now. He had been searching for her, even before he met her. And he was just in the middle of telling himself a lie before she showed back up again.
Continuing, finally continuing, Loki added “Though Darling, my flower and Beautiful are all befitting for you, please tell me your name so that we can properly fall in love with each other, because my darling, i’ve been searching for you for a lifetime.”
And as he sang this, he watched worry, and confusion, and guilt fade away from her beautiful face, as joy bled into every corner of her eyes. And she replied, “Well your search ends here…My name is, ”
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