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Y/n sniffled as her tears dripped down her cheeks, her favorite character just had one of the worst possible endings and there was nothing she could do but cry about it. For a long time, she has had a fascination, to put it kindly, with the character of Loki in the MCU to the point where she even started investigating the mythology behind him only to learn more about him. It was the only way she could spend time with the fallen prince she adored so much to the point where she’d spend hours deep in her delusions imagining how it would be if she ever met him if she could talk to him and tell him everything she felt and had to choke down because he was not real, just a character in a show and an ancient God no one believed on anymore. Although he would be extremely unlikeable and mean during any interactions they may have if such an unrealistic situation ever came to be, y/n was not special or influential, how would that kind of character ever find an interest in someone like that? She knew the answer, he wouldn’t, but in her mind, she could dream of a scenario where he would fall madly in love with her regardless of the circumstances.
At the moment y/n was grieving the ending that was given to him though, all alone for eternity when all he wanted was to be with the people he loved, the one thing that changed him into a better man, all that character development and yet they still dealt him those cards, a fate worse than death, to be forever tangled in every single reality where his loved ones were and yet not to be able to be with them ever again. What’s the point of such grandiose selfless acts if the one who deserves happiness the most is the one losing it all? They say the brain can’t distinguish between a real person and a fictional character so there is no difference between loving a human or a fictional character meaning that right now this pain was real as she mourned for the awful destiny that her beloved had been assigned but what could she do? She can’t confront the director or scriptwriter, that’d be insane and practically impossible either way, plus, she had work tomorrow so it was time to sleep and hopefully dream of a happier ending for him where he could get everything he ever wanted no matter if his desires were right or wrong.
Her dream that night was odd, for lack of a better word, she dreamed of falling through what seemed like thousands of galaxies, it was as mesmerizing as it was terrifying and it felt like it was going on and on forever to the point where couldn’t tell which way she was falling anymore, how long had it been or where she was supposed to be and then it all went dark, everything shut down, no more stars or galaxies just never-ending darkness as far as the eye could see.
— Hello? Is anybody here? I am not sure how or why but I was falling and ended up… here… though I don’t know where “here” is.
Y/n walked around blindly, her arms extended to avoid bumping into anything that may or may not be there. Panic was starting to bubble within her as she frantically tried to find something, some way out of the darkness. That’s when something finally made contact with her hand, it felt like a sleeve, maybe an arm, hopefully, attached to a body as well.
— Hey, watch it! Don’t be touching me just because you please, do you even know who I am?
A voice suddenly scolded her which normally would’ve been a situation of its own but right now it meant there was a body attached to the arm and it was alive. The voice was extremely familiar yet she couldn’t pinpoint who exactly it belonged to. The arm shoved her away harshly.
— I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude, I just can’t see, you know, because of how dark it is…
She quickly apologized.
— If a simple apology was enough then we wouldn’t need armies, would we?
The voice was certainly cocky and mean and it was starting to get on her nerves, it’s not like she was jumping him, she was just trying to find her way through this nightmare of a place.
— You don’t have to be so rude about it, what are we even arguing about right now? And why is it so dark? I wish I had a flashlight or something to make it brighter in here.
And just like that it was as if a light switch had been flipped, it was not a brightly lit room but it was certainly not pitch dark anymore. Her shock came not from the fact that this place seemed to listen to her wishes but from the fact that in front of her was no other than the character she had just been crying about. Tall, handsome, with dark hair and green robes, no wonder the voice sounded familiar, it belonged to the man who held her world in his hands.
Once the prince realized that the grabby girl had some kind of power within his confinement his whole demeanor changed. Loki's eyes narrowed slightly at her questioning of the argument, a flash of mischief flickering across his face. He took a step back, straightening his posture with a regal tilt of his chin.
— Arguing? Us? Perish the thought, my dear.
He tsked, shaking his head slowly.
— We were merely...engaging in a lively discussion, as only those of wit and passion can truly appreciate.
A sly grin played at the corners of his mouth as he circled y/n slowly, emerald eyes glinting.
— But if you insist on dredging up past disagreements...
He paused, cupping Y/n’s chin gently and holding her gaze.
— I distinctly recall it being about my reluctance to indulge your desire for physical affection. Though I assure you, it had nothing to do with any aversion to your touch.
Leaning in until his lips were a hairsbreadth from the girl’s ear, his voice dropped to a sultry murmur.
— Rather, I simply feared that once I had you in my arms, I may not have the strength to let you go again so easily...
It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on, Loki thought she had some kind of power and he was trying to win her over, it was so typical of him that she couldn’t help but chuckle if this was a dream then she would use her control over it to her advantage if it meant she could spend some time with him but she would not let him manipulate her.
— Listen, that silver tongue of yours doesn’t work on me, I will respect your boundaries if you don’t want to be touched but don’t try to manipulate me because it is not going to work.
Loki let out a low chuckle, a ghost of a laugh that tickled her ear. His gaze softened, the corners of his mouth quirking into a more genuine smile.
— Ah, my dear, your ability to see through my façade amazes me.
He lifted his other hand to cup Y/n’s cheek, his thumb tracing a gentle line across her skin.
— But rest assured, your respect for my boundaries will be remembered and reciprocated tenfold.
Something flickered across his eyes, a flash of tenderness that added weight to his words.
— At this moment, I would gladly grant you the world if it lay within my power - and though it does not, I will strive to offer you a world in which you can feel loved, respected, and adored.
His green eyes shimmered with an intense honesty; a depth of emotion that would make anyone’s heart skip a beat.
— Your choice in this matter has touched me more
Leaning in, he brushed the softest of kisses against y/n’s temple, the briefest of caresses that promised a thousand more - should they choose to accept them.
— I am forever in your debt, dear.
A softly spoken whisper, sincere.
His behavior was odd, erratic even, she wondered if it was because this was her dream. This happened sometimes when dreams would jump from one thing to another and it barely made any sense, maybe in this situation it was normal, it was after all, what she wanted to hear from him. At the thought of having infinite power, because this was a dream, a giddy smile took over her features, she could give him everything he desired in dreams, change his fate, and prevent all the grief and misery he was destined to endure.
— What if I had the power to give you the world? How do you know it isn’t already in my hands?
Loki's emerald eyes widened slightly; curiosity piqued by the mortal’s proposition. He searched her face as if seeking any sign of trickery or jest. Unconvinced, he remained skeptical.
— You forget, my dear, that I have walked the worlds both at the tips of my fingers and with great care.
His lilting voice held a hint of sorrow, tinged with a regret born of a turbulent past.
— To offer the world, one must first possess its entirety. And while your kindness, beauty, and love are beyond any I have ever known, they do not give you dominion over the cosmos.
A wistful smile tugged at his lips.
— But if such power lay within your gentle hands, I believe we could do wonders together - heal the rifts in the realms, bridge the distance between worlds, and wipe away the tears that I have only ever been able to stanch.
Eyes gleaming, he shared her fanciful dreams as though they were already a foregone reality.
— And then, my delicate assassin, you could finally show this weary prince that even he has a place in the embrace of love so boundless that it continues to defy expectations and all reason.
She felt a painful squeeze in her heart for even in her mind she couldn’t erase the immense sadness that seemed to be carved into his very soul.
— I could make your wishes come true with a snap of my fingertips… Just say the words and I’ll give you the world if that’s what you desire.
Y/n took a step back and a deep breath hoping that just by knowing this was happening in her head she would be able to bend it at her will. A snap echoed through the space surrounding them and just like that it looked as if the cosmos had come back to life. A bright smile took over her features, amazed that the plan she had half-baked in her head had worked, it all seemed so easy, planets and whole galaxies moved at her will as if she was an all-powerful being but even then, the real power was in the fallen prince’s hands, his word was her command, the universe may be bending at her will now but she would bend backward just for him.
— Just say the words… and I’ll give you whatever you desire…
She repeated, hoping he would believe her this time.
Loki's breath caught in his throat as he watched the cosmos bend and twist to her whims, an impossible force for an ever more intriguing being.
— If there's even an inkling of truth to your words, my gentle assassin, then the world already seems less dark and cold.
His eyes locked onto hers, his head tilting slightly as if trying to absorb the enormity of what she had done.
— I've seen the great deeds of heroes, giants, and gods, and even been privy to the threads that weave fate and the fabric of reality.
His voice lowered, taking on a magnetic intensity.
— But to hear you wish for the twisting of fate, the displacement of worlds, and even the defiance of reality itself to protect me... it's humbling, exciting, and terribly overwhelming.
He paused, letting the words settle in a silence that only served to reinforce the gravity of the situation.
— Yet... I fear that I cannot, in good conscience, let you shoulder this burden I did not realize I carried so heavily.
With every ounce of sincerity he possessed, he locked eyes with the girl and pledged.
— I would walk once more into the abyss before I let you, or the worlds above, pay for my protection with even a moment of turmoil or pain.
His thumb gently traced her cheek, resting the momentary softness of his gaze upon her, cultivating the pressures of love and potential sacrifice, in a strangely tense and romantic turmoil.
— This moment, my gentle darling, is perhaps the greatest I have ever known. But when we face the darkness and the light, I hope we can transcend it, still warming the hearts we choose to share it with.
She silently listened as he spilled his inner monologue into words waiting for him to let it all out as he tried to weigh his newly discovered possibilities, she waited patiently as his two sides decided if he would go back to his treacherous way or if he'd selflessly sacrifice in hopes of a peaceful universe free of all the evil he could be, and yet y/n did not waver, she was from a reality where he was fiction, a character, a concept, a potentially non-existent pagan god, a myth and yet she now stood in front of him after seeing him die multiple times in comics and movies, after hearing of all the tragic stories told in mythology, a part of her felt like she had gone insane, the broken man in front of her nothing more than a product of her shattered mind, a mirage created by her delusions but still his hand on her cheek felt warm, maybe it was fake, a product of her hyperactive imagination but it felt real and that was enough, it was her chance of turning the tides in his favor and she did not care about the consequences.
— Loki... I... come from a place where I've seen you die multiple times; stories are told of you living a tragic life... I come from a place where you are the villain and people cheer whenever you meet your early demise…
She paused only to look him in the eye, those beautiful emerald eyes that seemed to hold the world in them and yet seemed so sad.
— I don't know if this is real or just my broken mind creating an illusion...a dream of what I desire but if I have the chance I will do anything within my power to turn the odds in your favor, whether you want the world to burn for what it did to you or if you want to save it I don't mind, the choice is up to you... but please don't sacrifice yourself, I don't know what brought me to you, be it love, be it obsession, it doesn't matter but no effort of mine would be worth losing you. To you, I may be some strange mortal you just met but to me, you are the world.
She reached out to cup his cheek only to stop a few inches away, she had promised to not touch him and she was going to keep her word for as long as he so desired.
— If your love is asking for too much I don't mind being used as a tool as long as it is for you.
Loki's eyes widened, a cascade of emotions washing over his face by the sudden confession.
— You have quite the odd way to find love, darling. A world that knows nothing but my tragic life, where I am doomed from the beginning... and yet, despite all this, I stand here before the warmth of your love.
He took a deep breath, his gaze briefly breaking from hers to look down, grappling with the complicated emotional weight the mortal had just shared.
— The choice, my gentle mortal, doesn't weigh lightly. Though I appreciate your selflessness and unwavering support for my happiness, I would have my hands unchained from the guilt of your sacrifice.
He reached for her hand, gently guiding it to cup his cheek.
— I will find peace, one way or another - be it a burning blaze of victory, or the soft glow of redemption. Having witnessed the cruelties of fate, weaving new paths for both of us may be a more constructive alternative.
His eyes sparkled with playful mischief.
— Ah, but such a future isn't built in a heartbeat. For every decision we make, I expect there will be challenges and adversities, while each step we take together colors the tapestry of our life, and choices.
He turned to meet Y/n’s gentle touch, the warmth of her hand offering a solace he hadn't known - mapping out a potential future where he'd be free of misery and loneliness.
— Let's seize what freedom and time we may have together, my gentle mortal, and we'll write stories that our worlds may never know nor hear.
He caressed her hand.
— With your love and understanding by my side, I may finally learn to embrace all facets of the being I am - and it is a path I want to explore and share with you.
His eyes, however, still carried their ever-present sadness - a burden perhaps too heavy to lift, even for love itself.
— I would be honored, and eternally thankful, should you aid me on this journey of redemption and self-discovery."
She smiled, slightly amused at the fact that even the object of her desires considered her affection or him to be odd, in her reality people like her were often questioned for choosing to love a 'broken' character, and yet here she was, being questioned in the same way by the man himself.
— Well... a lot of girls where I come from like your brother Thor, I suppose this reality and mine share a similar consensus of right or wrong, what's attractive and what isn't, and so on, the tall muscular man who is cocky yet kind and always comes by to save the day, right?
She scrunched her face poking out her tongue as if the thought of a man like that made her feel sour and almost disgusted.
— Sure, he's good-looking but the moment he becomes a hero he abandons his lover, he's loud and boorish and if the choice comes down between choosing to save his lover or the world, he will always choose the world. As a spectator such grand actions may seem nice but imagine being that person's lover, giving yourself to the love of your life and yet they would sacrifice you in the blink of an eye when things became tough, no thanks, not interested in a man like that.
She was rambling, this was a subject she was passionate about when it came to defending “her man” she'd go all out.
— On the other hand, there's you, at a superficial level you may seem selfish and mean, always plotting behind the “heroes” back but that's not all there is to you, is it?
She softly caressed his cheekbone with her thumb as if by doing so she could put his pieces back together.
— You are kind and caring, you'd rather sacrifice yourself than lose any of the ones you love, you won't compromise on half victories... and you're way more good-looking. Tall and charming, with a smile that could melt solid ice and the most beautiful emerald eyes in the whole universe... and anyone who can't see that is hopelessly blind.
She awkwardly cleared her throat at the realization of everything she just said but she had already come this far so she wasn't backing down.
Loki listened intently, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as she spoke so passionately in his defense. Her words painted a vivid picture of the contrasts between Thor and himself, and how her heart had chosen him over the grand heroics of the world's champions.
— I must admit, you make a compelling case.
His chuckle was low and rich, betraying a hint of his signature mischief.
— To be chosen for my charming good looks and keen wit, rather than brute strength and empty heroics, is quite the ego boost.
Loki's gaze softened as he studied Y/n’s face, the warmth of her hand on his cheek a grounding reminder of the girl’s unwavering support.
— And you are right I have always valued my loved ones above all else. Even when my actions have led me astray, my heart has yearned for acceptance and a place to call home.
He leaned into the girl’s touch, eyes closing briefly as he savored the moment.
— With you by my side, my gentle mortal, perhaps I can finally find that peace. Together, we shall write our own story - one where the villain becomes the hero, and love triumphs over the cruelties of fate.
Loki's emerald eyes opened, shining with a renewed sense of purpose and determination.
— I am ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead, for as long as I have you to light my way.
His expression did not go unnoticed, she was sure that smirk of his would be the end of her one day and yet she couldn't care less, her new purpose in life was to create a world where he could be carefree to laugh and be witty and silly and anything he wanted but most importantly to feel loved.
— I know I make a compelling case, it's the truth after all, plus, you're not the only one with a silver tongue.
She half joked though she knew she had a way with words, that is, unless she was flustered and right now, she was trying her hardest to keep herself under control. She pulled back her hand after tucking a stray strand of hair away from his face.
— I am glad you accept me as a companion because I don't know where I am and I certainly have no place to stay... I literally only know you here... wherever here may be…
She looked around still unable to recognize their location.
— Do you think you could allow an extremely devoted mortal to uh stay with you for however long I am to be in this reality?
Loki's eyes gleamed with mischief as he listened to the girl’s request. He reached out and gently grasped her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
— My dear, it would be my honor to offer you sanctuary, for as long as you wish to stay.
His lips curled into a playful smile.
— After all, I find myself quite charmed by your... unique perspective on heroics and villainy.
He guided her through a shimmering portal, the world around them shifting and distorting until they found themselves in a grand, opulent chamber. Plush furnishings, towering bookshelves, and the faint scent of burning candles created an atmosphere of comfort and refinement.
— Welcome to my quarters, darling.
Loki gestured grandly.
— Make yourself at home. I shall ensure your every need is attended to, so that we may continue our... fascinating discussion.
She found herself in what she had only seen in movies and paintings, her mouth gaping like a fish as she took in the fairytale dights surrounding her.
— Are... are we... is this... Asgard?
She turned to him still unable to believe where she was, she pinched the skin of her arm until it created a bruise and emitted a quiet “eeep” from the pain, so… it was not a dream.
Upon seeing her amazement, Loki chuckled softly.
— Well, human, you certainly have quite a vivid imagination, and I appreciate the marks of reassurance that this is, in fact, quite real.
His grin was warm and kind as he continued.
— In answer to your question, yes, this is Asgard, well, specifically my chambers here within the great hall of our royal palace.
His eyes glimmered with pride as he took in the space.
— I must admit it is rather thrilling for you to see it with such fresh, unspoiled wonderment, as so few from other realms have had the privilege to share the grandeur of Asgard.
Loki's gaze shifted to hers, curious enthusiasm in his expression.
— Now that you've seen this remarkable and shimmering land, what do you think, darling? Can your mind expand to embrace the magic and mystery of a realm like this?
— Are you kidding me?! This is amazing!
She was running all over the place needing to touch, see, and smell everything, she quickly noticed the huge bookshelves covering a portion of his walls and ran her fingers through the spine of some of the books.
— I already knew you like to read but I don't know why I didn't think you'd have so many books, it's very you... your whole room is, even the color scheme. In my reality, we only get to see the main hall, the throne room, the queen's chamber, and Thor’s room so I could only imagine what your room would be like.
Her adventure through his room was interrupted by a light knock on the door and before doing something with herself was possible, the queen herself walked in, as much as Y/n wanted to ramble on and on about how much she admired her highness and how great she was the girl knew better, so all she could do was look at Loki as her body stiffened while trying to think of an explanation as to why she, an unknown mortal, was in her, the queen, son's room.
And yet the queen smiled at Y/n warmly before asking who this mortal may be and that was it, she was met with silence as Loki and Y/n exchanged looks as if suddenly they would develop mind-reading abilities, but they didn’t.
Y/n tried to think of a believable excuse and just as she caught a head of blonde hair walking past the entrance she suddenly blurted.
— I'm h-his girlfriend! I-I am Loki's girlfriend... My name is Y/n, enchanted to meet you, Your Highness.
Immediately she covered her mouth with her hands, she knew she fucked up and she only stared at the floor too afraid to even look at anyone anymore.
Frigga's brow furrowed slightly at Y/n's sudden declaration, her gaze shifting between the two. Loki, for his part, remained remarkably composed, though the subtle quirk of his lips betrayed his amusement.
— Well, this is certainly a surprise.
Frigga's voice was warm, her tone laced with a hint of levity.
— I must say, I did not realize my son had taken a mortal companion.
She stepped closer, her eyes studying the girl intently.
— And you, my dear, seem quite smitten. Loki has always had a way of capturing the hearts of those around him, for better or worse.
Loki cleared his throat, a gesture that seemed to remind Frigga of her purpose.
— Ah, yes, I came to inform you that your presence is requested in the throne room, my son. It appears there is a matter requiring the King's attention.
Frigga glanced between the two of you once more, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
— I shall leave you both to... your devices. Do try to stay out of trouble, hmm?
With a graceful nod, the Queen of Asgard took her leave, the door closing softly behind her. Y/n on the contrary stood as still as she possibly could in fear of blurting out anything else, she smiled awkwardly in acknowledgment to not ignore the queen but was unaware of their customs nonetheless, and the moment the doors closed back down she let out her breath suddenly realizing she had stopped breathing for about a minute in her panic, she immediately turned to Loki, her eyes showing how terrified she was of accidentally getting on his bad side.
— I'm so sorry, she came in and asked who I was and I panicked and the words came out before I could think and I didn't think she'd believe the truth even if I told her and... I'm sorry…
She rushed out her panicked words in a single breath hoping he wouldn't be too upset about someone thinking he was involved romantically with a mortal. Loki's expression remained calm and composed, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he listened to her flustered apology. He raised a hand, gently silencing her.
— Worry not, my dear Y/n.
His tone was reassuring, tinged with a hint of amusement.
— I rather enjoy the mischief you've managed to stir up in such a short time.
Loki stepped closer, his emerald eyes sparkling with a mischievous gleam.
— In fact, I believe your... quick thinking has presented us with an opportunity. One that could prove most... interesting.
He clasped his hands behind his back, tilting his head slightly as he studied the mortal standing in front of him.
— After all, what harm is there in indulging my dear mother's assumptions, if only for a little while?
— So... you're ok with your family thinking we’re... dating?
Even though it was a fake relationship the fact that he didn't seem to mind was a slim glimmer of hope within her, hope that in time maybe some of those lies could become true.
— Ah right, your mom said you had to go to the throne room earlier, I saw Thor walking that way, shouldn't you be on your way? I certainly don't want to get in between whatever your father has to tell you…
— Indeed, it seems I am needed elsewhere, for now.
Loki's expression was thoughtful, amused by the predicament they found themselves in. He stepped closer, those piercing green eyes meeting hers with a lingering warmth.
— However, I will not abandon our... shared situation.
With a wink, he whispered
— Perhaps it would be wise to practice our newfound relationship, in case we encounter my family during my return.
Loki lightly grasped the girl’s hand, a playful grin on his face.
— For now, I leave you to explore my chambers further. I would recommend the books on love and magic; they are particularly entertaining.
He pressed a soft kiss against her knuckles. With a final, theatrical bow, Loki turned to leave, disappearing through a glowing portal.
— I shall return shortly, to see how you're faring, my lovely and resourceful mortal.
As Y/n stood there, enveloped in the silence of the chamber, a warm sense of anticipation and curiosity bubbled within her. She couldn't help but smile at his antics, this was the him from the very start before it all went wrong, this was the him that was broken but had not yet fallen off the deep end, the him that still had hope and she was determined to do anything within her power to save him from himself this time by giving him everything he needed.
She looked at her knuckles a dreamy expression adorning her features, their relationship may be a lie but her love for him certainly wasn't, she sat down on the edge of the bed needing a moment to process what had just happened as she tightly hugged the hand he just kissed against her chest. If no one would, she would cherish him, she would hug him so hard she'd put his pieces back together and she wouldn't let anyone stop her.
— I guess Odin must be telling them about Thor being the successor right now... the beginning of the end... unless I can change it...
She mumbled to herself before standing up and walking towards his books trying to find the romance and magic ones as Loki suggested. As she began examining the vast collection of books, the weight of Loki's words and your newfound bond settled in, the possibility of the future you both could create unfurling before you. Y/n pulled out a book entitled 'True Love's Spell' and flipped through its pages, studying the whimsical words and admiring the gorgeous illustrations.
Before long, she sensed the shift in the room's energy and sensed Loki's presence, finding him casually lounging in a chair nearby, almost as if he had been watching her all along.
— Enjoying yourself, I presume?
Loki's words had a playful undertone, his expression filled with warmth and amusement. He paused for a moment, a spark in his eyes as if he wanted to say more but was holding back. His velvety sweet voice caused her to jolt in surprise, her head spinning in the direction of the sound so fast she could get whiplash.
— Bloody hell!
She exclaimed in surprise as she dramatically placed a hand over her heart, she thought the way he appeared and disappeared at will was hot as hell but boy was it a health hazard as well.
— How long have you been sitting there?
But then it hit her, the turmoil in his eyes, this was it.
— Are you ok?
Finally, with a sigh, Loki admitted.
— The end is near, Y/n. The mantle of kingship shall be passed to my brother, and Asgard will continue, possibly forgetting me altogether.
He met her gaze, his voice softening.
— But perhaps, with you by my side, even if just in this capacity, I can find solace and create a future that holds a bit more promise.
Her heart swelled, deeply touched by his vulnerability, and she vowed to do everything possible to hold on to that sliver of hope.
She carefully put the book down before walking closer to him providing him with her undivided attention as he spilled out his concerns about the throne as well as his hopes as her presence fueled new possibilities within him. She sat down on the edge of the bed letting him vent before speaking herself.
— I… don't know if I should tell you, but maybe if I avoid any details, it'll be all right.
She looked him in the eyes hoping her expression could show him that she was serious.
— Okay... I know how this seems and what your father said but Thor will act as a spoiled brat and cause a big mess which will get him banished to Midgard... Earth as I call it. Destiny is not set in stone; it could change but Thor won't get the throne yet.
She avoided any involvement of his on purpose hoping that something could be changed for the better so that even if Loki did not succeed on the throne, he would still have a chance at happiness.
— In my reality, this all happened already and it took years before he could succeed and, in the end, he declined realizing he was not fit for the throne. So, don't quote me on it since I don't know if anything will change by me telling you but…
She paused, her gaze falling to her hands as she fidgeted with her fingers.
— Don't lose hope yet... you have me now, I'm sure I can help you find a way to have what you want.
Loki's expression softened as he listened to her words, a mixture of hope and uncertainty swirling in his eyes. He leaned forward, his gaze intent on hers.
— You speak of a future I know not, yet your words give me pause.
His voice was low, almost a whisper.
— If what you say is true, then perhaps there is a chance for me to forge my path, away from the shadow of my brother's legacy.
Loki reached out, his fingers gently brushing against her cheek.
— And you, my dear, offer me a possibility I had not dared to dream of.
His lips curled into a faint smile.
— With you by my side, perhaps I can find the strength to face what is to come and shape my own destiny.
He fell silent for a moment, his brow furrowing in contemplation.
— But what if the future you speak of cannot be altered? What then?
— It can. Maybe not completely, but it can, in the future, I know I'm only a spectator watching a story unfold but the moment I came into your reality I became a character, it has already changed slightly so doesn't that mean it can all be altered?
She leaned into his touch reveling in the warmth of his hand, it felt too real to be a dream, she closed her eyes taking a deep breath as she steeled her determination, she would change his fate even if she had to bend reality and time by herself.
Loki's brow furrowed as he considered her words. The possibility of altering the course of fate was both enticing and unsettling to him.
— Then perhaps it is worth exploring this new path, with you as my guide.
He gave her cheek a gentle caress before withdrawing his hand.
— After all, what is the point of being a prince if I cannot shape my own destiny?
Loki stood; his expression resolute.
— Very well, Y/n. I shall heed your counsel and see where this journey leads us. For now, I must attend to my duties. But I shall return shortly, and we can discuss this further.
With a final nod, Loki stepped back, his form shimmering as he vanished from sight, leaving the girl alone in the tranquil chambers once more.
Before she could form another word he was gone again, his room felt awfully silent, it was well-lit by the candles and it certainly had everything she may need for the moment but after all the excitement and revelations of this new reality had simmered down, as she quietly looked at her surroundings once more she found herself in an unknown land all alone and with no one to turn to for answers when it came to her situation and purpose within this story.
She let out a heavy sigh, no point in worrying about what had already happened, she got up from the bed to pick up the book she was reading before Loki had returned and walked over to his lounge chair making herself comfortable in it. As much as she'd love to jump on his bed, she decided to respect his privacy as much as she could and continued where she left off with the “True Love's Spell” book that had previously caught her eye.
It may be the eventful day or her somehow possible display of magic when she first met the raven-haired god earlier but she quickly became tired, her eyelids heavy as lead as she struggled to read one more chapter but before long and without realizing it she was fast asleep, her body still curled up on the chair, the book tightly trapped within her hands as her consciousness traveled to a land of dreams after such an eventful day.
As the hours passed and the soft glow of the chamber enveloped everything in a serene calmness, a figure approached. Loki had returned his gaze tender as he observed your slumber, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.
— I see my mortal companion has succumbed to the weariness of the day. A troublesome and intriguing guest she is.
He murmured to himself, a hint of amusement in his voice, and with a gentle touch, Loki reached out, brushing a lock of hair away from her peaceful face, a faint shimmer of magic trailing in his wake. As the room settled into a peaceful silence once more, the prince of Asgard stood watch, a silent guardian over her dreaming form, welcoming the fascinating new chapter that fate had spun between them.