Burdened With Glorious Purpose

thelokiimaginechronicles:

“What am I?” Loki sits on the edge of your shared bed, his head held in his hands. He’s not wearing a shirt, and you wonder the breeze that’s blowing the curtains is making him cold.

Then you remember.

“What do you mean?” you ask, not moving towards him yet.

“Do you remember when I arrived in the S.H.I.E.L.D compound?” Loki won’t look at you. “Did Fury ever tell you what I said?”

“You said you were burdened with glorious purpose.” you repeat. Loki meets your eyes when you sit next to him.

“I was wrong.” he spits. “Six years, and what have I accomplished? A reconcile with my people, maybe, but that was only because you charmed them.” Loki strokes your cheek. “I burdened with nothingness. I have never succeeded in any of my plans, and I don’t foresee myself doing so.” Loki shakes his head. “I have nothing.”

“You have me.” you hit the ring on your left finger against Loki’s so the small sound can reach his ears.

Loki looks at you, and you can almost see the gears working in his head. The Trickster’s mouth opens, then closes.

“I do.” Loki places one hand on the side of your neck. “I really do, don’t I?”

Loki leans forward and places his lips gently against yours. He kisses you softly, but deeply. You can feel him, smooth lips and long fingers supporting your head. You melt into the kiss, allowing you husband to be the only thing holding you up.

“I suppose I was.” Loki draws away. “Burdened with glorious purpose. I managed to get you.”