Marvel Imagines

Loki Imagine #2

It had been two years. Two long years; the longest years of your life, you'd been waiting for him. You'd fallen in love with the silver-tongued God of Mischief two years ago, as he attempted to take over your petty planet. You can't really remember exactly how you two fell in love; it could have been his good looks, charm, his eyes you could get lost in... You shook your head, coming back to reality. He had left with no warning, you eventually seeing him on the news a few days later, getting escorted back to Asgard with his brother. You understood why he hadn't contacted you at all, he was probably up there in prison. Though, through all he had done, you missed him terribly; and loved him terribly. You were drawn back to attention again, as the pot of pasta you were standing in front of, boiled over; splashing water all over your pajamas. You muttered curses under your breath, as the hot water quickly soaked through the thin material, burning your skin lightly. You sighed, focusing back on the pasta as the timer rang for it to be done. You brought it over to the sink, straining it, before putting it on a plate; adding some butter; and eating it at your kitchen table. You absentmindedly looked around your small town house, wishing it had more life to it, besides the piles of books strewn about; and the dried up rose you had saved from yours and Loki's first date. You were drawn from your gazing by a knock at the door. You furrowed your brow at the frantic knocking, glancing up at your clock. It was only 5:30 pm... You shrugged, getting up and padding over to the door silently in your slippers, peering through the peep-hole. Your eyes got as big as saucers as you saw Loki looking right back at you, a smug grin on his face. You backed away from the door, confusion and anger rising in your chest. You stepped forward, angrily swinging the door open. Loki opened his mouth to say something, but you stopped him by slapping him hard with the back of your hand. He stopped short, bringing up his hands to his face, where a red mark was slowly forming. Your chest was heaving, anger the only thing swimming in your e/c eyes. You grunted, turning on your heel, and slamming the door in his face. You felt no guilt, no resentment, not even a pang of missing him as you stormed into the kitchen, sitting back down at your pasta. I guess you could say this was an act of denial. He was gone for so long, he couldn't expect just to show up and waltz his way back into your life. Your noodles had gone cold, but that didn't stop you from shoveling them into your mouth. You heard another knock; blatantly ignoring it and staring around the ceiling. You were pulled back to your senses as you heard the small click of you door opening. You glared at the doorway as Loki tentatively made his way in. He leaned against the doorway to your kitchen, a huge red mark now visible on his face. You smirked to yourself, as you spooned some more pasta into your mouth. "You were always the feisty one, y/n." He said in that rich, velvety voice that you missed so much. You set your jaw, looking down at your cold pasta. He took a few steps toward you, causing you to sit up and smile sarcastically at him. "One more step, and this pasta will be on your shirt." You said, faking sweetness; anger clear in your eyes. He chuckled, clearly amused. "I missed you too." He said sassily back. This caused you to snap, half of the pasta ended up on the floor from you throwing the bowl angrily across the room; the other half all over Loki's shirt. Your chest was heaving as you glanced at the shattered bowl in the corner and the buttery noodles clinging to his nice dress shirt. You looked up at him, he was still amused. "Do you think you can just do this?!" You snap at him, your voice loud. "Do what, my darling?" He asked, attempting to smooth talk you. You clenched your jaw, giving him a death-like stare. "Do you think you can just walk your way back into my life, and expect me to be ok with it?! I'm not ok with it, obviously you can't see that." You snapped, continuing to glare at him. The amusement in his eyes clouded to an emotion you couldn't see. "I'm sure you could see why I had to leave you." He said a bit coldly. "Yeah!" You laughed sarcastically. "For killing thousands of people! Nice going!" You sassed, making anger flare in his deep green eyes. "Did you do it for fun, Loki? Did you do it to smite this seemingly stupid race?" You spat at him. His jaw set, his nostrils flaring; as he grasped you by your shoulders and roughly pushed you against the wall. Your breath was knocked out of your lungs as you glared at him, a small hint of fear nagging at you; he'd never done anything like this before. "I did it for vengeance." He angrily whispered. "I did it because I had to. Do you think I wanted to spend my life in that hell they call prison in Asgard?" He spat, sadness flashing in his eyes. You huffed angrily, shoving him away from you. Unwillingly, angry tears welled in your eyes. "Do you think it was any easier for me?" His eyes softened almost immediately, guilt shining in them. "Do you know how many tears I shed? How-how many hours I spent waiting-" "Y/n..." He interrupted, trying to calm you down. You held up your hand and giving him a glare. "How much time I spent waiting for you to walk back in that door? Just one word, just a little note... A sign... That would have been enough, Loki." You said, tears of pain and anger rolling down your cheeks. His brow furrowed in sadness, his watery green eyes searching your e/c ones. You sighed, furiously wiping your face from he tears. You pointed at the front door. "Just go." You stated coldly. "But-" he tried, but you interrupted him. "Please, just go." You couldn't look him in the eyes. He sighed, backing away slowly. You continued pointing towards the door and looking up at the ceiling, blinking away tears, until you heard the front door shut. You lowered your hand to your side, trudging up the steps to your bedroom. You collapsed on your bed in a heap of tears, guilt, sadness, anger, and blankets. You lay on your back, choking back a sob as you covered your mouth with your hand; tears blurring your vision and making puddles on your pillow. What you didn't know, though, was that Loki didn't actually go out when the door shut. He knew this was exactly what you were going to do, so you shouldn't have been surprised when he rushed into your bedroom; enveloping you in his arms before you could think. You could react, though, which you did by trying to pry yourself away from him; slapping him; punching him in the chest; all to no avail. You finally melted into his embrace; tears dripping on his shirt,mixing with the buttery noodles. He rubbed your back soothingly, resting his chin on the top of your head. "I'm so sorry," he whispered. "What could I do to make it up to you?" You looked up at him with your red, puffy eyes. "Never leave again." You replied. He smiled briefly down at you, before kissing the top of your forehead. "I won't, I promise." He said, as you finally were back in his arms.