Complicated

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Your heart sunk. All of this was your fault.

Loki whips around, brows furrowed, "What?"

"You said that every time you...were 'with' someone before this, there was no Jotun form," your nail digs into your palm. "Is it safe to assume that no one was ever mortal?"

Loki walks up to you, "Listen to me. This is not your doing, Y/N. This is me. My....problem." The disgust of the last word rolls off of Loki's tongue.

Your hands go to Loki's cheeks, "You. Are. NOT. A. Problem." One of your hands takes Loki's still blue hand and you lift it. "This form is NOT a problem, Loki."

You feel Loki calm a little in your hand and he sighs, "I want you. This." He pauses, never taking his eyes off of you, "US, to happen." Loki looks down at his hand in yours, "Clearly my Jotun form feels the same as well."

You smile trying to further comfort Loki.

"I need to speak to a man named Heimdall about all of this. He should have the answers I seek," Loki intertwines his fingers in yours.

You nod, "Ok."

His other hand now moves to your cheek, "There is something else troubling you."

"Nothing," you shake your head, putting on a fake smile. "I'm fi..."

Loki puts a finger to your lips, "I swear on the realms if you say the word 'fine'. Do not lie to me, Darling."

His finger slowly drops from your lips, but stays holding your chin, "It's just...I'm making this so much more complicated for you. Wouldn't it just be easier to leave me and find someone on Asgard?"

"Complicated?!" Loki half-laughs.

"You said that you now have all of these questions. I...I thought...?" To you, everything makes complete sense. How does Loki not get it? You're the one making things hard.

"About my Jotun form! Not you, Y/N. You..." Loki trails off searching your eyes more.

You stay silent this time, seeing that Loki is trying to collect his thoughts.

"My LIFE has been....complicated," Loki licks between his lips, "since I found out about my true heritage. Hel, it was complicated even prior. But you..."

You swallow, still allowing Loki to speak.

"YOU...are the only piece that has made complete sense," Loki says quieter.

His index finger runs along the bottom of your chin and lip, "You are MINE. My Impossible Mortal. And you'd best come to terms with that now. Understood?"

You don't even realize that you had been slowly walking backwards, until your back is against the wall, lead by Loki.

"I said, is that understood?" There was a pause between each of the words Loki said, and you felt his breath on your face. When you still do not reply, Loki uses his thumb to pull your bottom lip down, "Y/N."

Your throat is dry, but you try to regain your composure, "Either go see Heimdall, or kiss me and finish the raincheck."

"I do not take demands," His fingers tighten just slightly.

You smirk, moving your lips closer to Loki's, "Not even from the person who belongs to you?"

"You seem to frequently forget that I am a Go..." 

The words you said finally register with Loki, according to his facial expression and abrupt mid-sentence stop, "Understood...by the way." Your smirk grows even wider.

Now a grin grows on Loki's face right before he kisses you.

You suck in a breath, your hands wrapping around Loki's neck.

"Then you have full permission to command me whenever it pleases you," Loki says against your lips.

You hum, "With pleasure." You pull Loki's lips to yours again.

A low growl escapes from Loki's throat, as your leg wraps itself around one of Loki's, "I should go to Heimdall."

When Loki shows no sign of breaking away, you laugh, "You know that involves you stopping this, right?"

Loki's hips press into you, "Easier said than done, love."

You suck in a breath, pulling at the base of Loki's hair, "Go to Heimdall." You drop your leg, "Besides, the quicker you get back, the sooner we can..." you wink at Loki as you step away from the wall.

Loki looks almost flushed, his pale complexion turning a slight pink at your words, "Yes. Right." He clears his throat before a green flash surrounds him, putting Loki back in his Asgardian clothing.

"That was fast," you take-in his appearance.

"Well, you did provide quite the argument," Loki winks at you, walking to the door.

"Impossible God," you shake your head in a laugh, turning to pull your blanket back.

Before you can fully, Loki takes that arm and turns you back to him, once again kissing you, "YOUR Impossible God needed one for the journey."

You lightly kiss Loki again, "Do that as often as you'd like. And yes, that's my first command."

Loki steps back, putting both arms out in a bow, "One I will gladly oblige to."

You squint, biting the inside of your lip, "Oh, you will ALWAYS oblige; you just don't know it yet."

"Yes, My Mortal," Loki lifts your hand, kisses it, and then teleports to the hallway.

"There you are, Loki! Where are you off to?" Thor's voice booms from the far end of the hall.