Imagine 60: Loki part two
A/N: dedicated to everyone who requested a part two!! also, lets get a woo-hoo for my sixtieth imagine! never once did i think my book would become so loved.
i plan to continue this book way past 100 imagines. i haven't gotten bored yet! im so undeniably happy that so many of you are so kind and sweet to me, and every single one of you make every single one of my days. you all make me smile, and i'm forever indebted to you for that. love you all infinitely,
paytonxx
I'll admit, singing up on that stage helped a little bit, but as I noticed Loki wasn't there, a great deal of my confidence had left.
Natasha ordered me a drink and sat with me as I wallowed. I wanted to tell myself I hated Loki for all the pain he had caused me, but I couldn't.
No, who I really hated was myself for still loving him.
"Go find him." Natasha groaned, flipping her hair behind her shoulder.
"What good would it do?" I mumbled, resting my head on the bar table. "I made an ass of him, an-"
"Because he is an asshole, Y/N." She grumbled, grabbing me by the shoulders and sitting me up. "I haven't liked him since the start, but I can tell you still love him."
I groaned with aggravation, pulling my cheeks down. "I just need to let him go."
"And what, die trying?" She laughed.
"Natasha's right." A voice startled me, slapping my shoulder blade as a hello. I flinched and spun around, glaring at Tony.
"Thanks, captain i-cant-say-hello-properly." I teased. "What, so everyone thinks I should just go crawling back to Loki?"
Tony sat next to me, draping an arm across my shoulder. I gave him a disgusted expression, sighing as he didn't get the hint.
"Normally Loki would slap Tony for me." I thought.
"Not go crawling back to him, but maybe you two should talk." Natasha advised, speaking before Tony could mutter some half-assed bullshit.
"Maybe tomorrow, I-"
"Y/N." Natasha glared at me like a mother would to her child. I whined and stood, punching her arm.
"You're an ass." I joked, a small smile on my lips.
Natasha smiled slightly, shoving me away.
I walked out of the bar, looking around all the while. I didn't plan on walking around New York city at night, but instead, I planned on going home. If he wasn't there, I'd figure it out in the morning.
Much to my dismay, Loki was at home, meaning I had to talk to him. Or maybe I didn't... no, Natasha would kill me.
I crept inside, quietly shutting the door behind me. Loki hadn't noticed me yet, or maybe he had. He was always good at hiding emotions and lying; that's what broke us apart in the first place.
The TV was on, illuminating the dark room slightly. With a deep breath, I took a few more steps toward Loki.
"Loki?" I whispered, my hands nervously clutched in front of my stomach.
He jumped a bit, turning toward me. "Home early?" He sneered. "I expected you to do another performance, but I suppose there was no one else you could torture."
I sighed, easily staying calm. I had dealt with Loki and his anger a thousand times before, if not more.
"What, my voice was that bad?" I joked lightly, walking toward Loki a few steps. Loki rolled his eyes and scoffed.
"I don't wish to joke around."
I sat on the edge of the couch, where Loki sat. "Listen, I don't want to fight anymore. I'm sorry about the performance, it was rude and even though I was angry, I shouldn't have done it." I began my apology honestly, taking a deep breath.
"I should have told you how I felt instead of running out, and maybe then you could understand how i feel. The way you treated me made me feel worthless. I don't know if you noticed that the last couple weeks of our relationship, you treated me like scum."
I took a break in my rant to meet Loki's eyes, that, to my surprise, were slightly brimmed with tears.
"Now that you know how I feel, maybe you can understand why I decided to get up on that stage and sing. I'm hurting, Loki. It's not fair."
I waited for a reaction, my heart pounding.
"I don't have a good reason for treating you the way I did. I apologize infinitely for the way I made you feel, that... the one thing I had in life was you, and I was a fool to let it go to waste."
I nodded, hesitantly taking his hands in mine. Loki relaxed, a tear dripping from his eye.
"I'm sorry, love. I'm so, so sorry." He murmured. I smiled sadly, wiping away my own tears.
"Loki, I'm willing to give you a second chance. I've never been one to give away something I love easily. Everyone deserves a second try, and I'm giving you yours. I still love you, ok?" I murmured, allowing myself to scooch closer to Loki and softly stroke his hair.
He leaned into my touch, crying quietly. I was soon wrapped in a tight hug, pulled against Loki's chest. We stayed in each others arms, a small, content smile on each of our faces. Loki soon fell asleep, his breathing slowing down and becoming softer by the minute. I leaned up to kiss him, snuggling against him afterwards.
A weight had been lifted off of my shoulders, a lovely feeling replacing the hurt I had felt only a few hours earlier. Loki had hurt me, but in the end, he would always be the one to heal me.