the sun in your eyes ☼ loki

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫: 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩*

He watches her with gentler eyes. "You have not changed your mind about me?"

"How could I? You're always in my mind." She scrunches her nose with a smile.

He cracks a smile, scanning her face. "You are so wonderful."

Her grin widens as her fingers touch the ends of his dark hair. "While we stay awake, can I braid your hair?"

He is briefly stunned, but nods all the same. Loki sits on his chair and Anya stands behind him to work her fingers through his hair. The feeling of her hands tugging at his hair almost makes him purr, but he holds it all in.

"Have you ever had your hair braided for you before?"

"Yes."

"Who braided it for you?"

"My mother."

Loki feels her hands slow down for a moment. "What was she like?"

He sighs. "She was lovely. A Queen of Asgard. The wisest person in all Nine Realms." Loki quietly says. "And the only person who ever truly loved me."

She wanted to argue that Thor loved him too, but now doesn't seem to be a good time for that. She settles with running her fingers through his hair. "You loved her a lot, hm?"

"I did. I do."

"She's lucky to have you as her son."

"Is she? I'm the reason why she's dead." He bluntly remarks.

"I'm sure that's not true."

Loki turns his head to look her directly in the eye. "The people that killed her, the Dark Elves. I was the one who pointed them in her direction."

Anya stays quiet for a moment. "Do you want to tell me the full story or do you just want to convince me you're evil?"

Loki wavers. "I thought I was pointing them in Thor's direction. Not to kill him, but to annoy him. He can take them all on his own, but not without a headache." He shakes his head. "My pettiness cost me my mother. It is a mistake I will carry so long as I'm alive."

Anya gives him an empathetic look before she traces his cheek with her finger. "I'm sure you will, but your mother wouldn't want you to."

"My last words to her were me saying that she is not my mother." Loki closes his eyes, focusing on her touch. "I wish I could take it back."

"If your mother really is as amazing as you say she is, then she would know that you didn't mean what you said, okay?"

Loki looks at her with awe, in disbelief that she is even here after what he revealed. He stands and towers over her, leaning closer to pressing his lips on her forehead before kissing her lips.

Anya's eyes flutter shut as she kisses him, allowing him access between her lips so their tongues could entwine. She feels his large hands slide over the sides of her body, but still respecting her boundaries.

Anya presses herself against him and he lets out a low groan, with his hands sliding dangerously low on her hips. Anya deepens the kiss, and elicits a low growl from Loki's throat.

He pulls away abruptly, and pants between their mouths. Anya watches how he opens his glassy eyes, seeing how his pupils are extremely dilated. She feels him desperately knead the flesh of her hip through her clothes, and sucks in a breath.

"Please, let me touch you." Loki whispers to her ear, brushing his nose against her cheek. "Please..."

Anya nods and a low grunt rises from his chest, and he catches her off guard by grabbing her waist and lifting her from the ground before wrapping her legs around his hips. As he carries her to his room, Loki presses heated kisses on her neck and jawline.