Unfiltered // Loki x Reader

A week had passed, everything was still all shy, but bubbly. Although you and Loki had moments where you spoke, all you could think about was how pure and breathtaking he looked; especially when he laughed or smiled, or spoke about something he felt strongly about.

You were almost done with it. You were sure he couldn't tell how you felt, but it was slowly taking you away. From happy, you became less and less as time went on. You wondered about how long it would last, whether he would find someone else or if he'll forget you completely one day. You didn't want to miss your chance, but you didn't want to ruin what you already had; that was going well.

There was a limit to what you could take, especially since you had finally learnt to admit it to yourself.

You sighed deeply, "Do you ever wonder about your future Loki?" He looked up from a book - that he didn't know you had - and looked at you. "My future?" You nodded. "Occasionally..." He said, "Why, are you?" You nodded again, "It's kind of difficult... not knowing what could happen." "Why is something wrong-?" "No," You answered a little too quickly, "I'm just afraid that I won't have enough time." You looked to your hands and fiddled with them. "I mean, we live for-" "I mean that I'm afraid I'll miss my chance," You frowned. "Then do whatever it is that you're afraid you'll miss your chance on. Surely, it cannot go so badly that it'll end with your death." He said, awkwardly; realising he was actually giving advice. You hummed, looking back to him, "Do you really think I should?" He nodded.

You smiled slightly, "I'll be back." You ran for his door, shutting it behind you. After counting to five, and taking a deep breath in, you turned and knocked on his bedroom door. You waited impatiently, hearing his last couple of footsteps as he opened the door. "Y/N-?"

"Loki Laufeyson... I like you."