You sat in the window seat of the Asgardian library, enjoying the warmth of the sun against your skin. Loki sat across from you, his legs out stretched and brushing against yours. He was presumably reading as well, but it didn’t take long for you to feel a pair of eyes on you.
“You’re staring,” you said, not bothering to look up.
“Am I?”
You smiled to yourself, keeping your eyes on your book just to annoy him.
“You are,” you said. You turned the page for emphasis.
Loki gave a low chuckle as you heard his book drop to the ground. Once again, you kept your eyes on the page in front of you, even though you had long forgotten what it was you were reading. A small shuffle of clothing against upholstery and a creak of the bench brought him closer to you before he carefully lifted the book out of your hands.
You finally met his eyes to see his face hovering inches from yours. His hands on either side of you, effectively trapping you were you sat. You attempted to look put out as you stared him down.
“I was reading that.”
He gave you a lopsided smile as he shook your head.
“No you weren’t.”
You didn’t say anything back, but the small grin starting to take over your features told him he had won. His eyes then took a moment to wander across your features, taking in your eyes and cheeks and nose and lips, pausing every now and again as if discovering something entirely new.
“What are you thinking,” you breathed softly.
He stopped then, meeting your eyes once more.
“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are,” he asked, sounding oddly serious from the tone you were used to.
You tried to dismiss it, giving a sideways smile. “You can stand to say it more often.”
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he leaned forward carefully brushing his lips against yours. It was so tender and foreign, you almost had to question if the man kissing you was truly the Loki you knew. But as he pulled away, leaving you breathless, you knew it couldn’t be anyone else.
“I should tell you everyday,” he whispered against your skin. You got the impression it was more a comment to himself than to you. “You are beautiful. You are the sunshine. You are my sunshine.”
He pulled back further, staring right into your eyes and your heart with an intensity you only ever caught in moments.
“Are you mine,” he asked.
You wanted to question him. You wanted to ask why here, why now, but the words never left your thoughts. You just nodded, your eyes switching from his eyes to his lips and back again.
“I am,” you confessed.
A grin spread across his features, as he leaned forward.
“And I am yours,” he promised, before capturing your lips once more.
Hello there lovely! Sending over a drabble request (If you are still accepting) for Loki with, “You are my sunshine.” Congrats on graduation! <3
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