LokixReader {Chapter 3}

Note: In order for full experience, I would suggest replacing the keys in some sort of Word processor, just so you don't have to mentally replace the words, and have to think about it.
(Also note, I may not use the whole key in every chapter, maybe two or three.   )
Key: BASIC
y/n- Your name
h/c- Hair color
h/l- Hair length, description (wavy, frizzy, shaggy)
e/c- Eye color


You tried so hard to hide your shiver, but you couldn't, the way he looked at you when he said that it was kind of hard not to. He held you close to him, and you could feel his coldness radiating from him, instead of the warmth that you were usually used to, proving once again he was more than human. "L-loki," You shivered, unsure of what to do, of course, your ex-boyfriend had did this kind of thing, lots of times, but none of them were like… well… THIS.
He kissed your neck softly, "Hmm?"
"You're so cold."
He shrugged, another shiver going up your spine as his hands went up over your sides, and then back down again to rest back on your hips. "You'll grow accustomed to it."
You started to speak, but he shushed you with another look through the mirror, gently turning you and kissing you full on, running his fingers through your h/c hair, and coming to a rest on your shoulders.

LOKI'S POV

I didn't know where the rush of feelings came from, one moment she was just another mortal, albeit a semi-special mortal, and the next I was kissing her, think about everything I could do to her… I knew she was different, it practically radiated through her, something wild, and dangerous, and… exciting.
Her hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me even closer, the barrier of my armor too much, so much I could barely feel the heat from her. Our kisses got more heated, my hands trailing just under the hem of her shirt, her hands resting on my chest, barely fumbling with the many straps and locks of my chest plate.
"Mm, Loki… You know I've barely just gotten over a breakup." She whispered, her lips tracing my jaw line.
I growled low in my throat, "Don't think of him, he has no idea what you are."
She jumped back in surprise, not far, close enough that I could still pull her back to me without much effort. "W-what do you mean, Loki?"
I pulled her back to me, murmuring against her neck, "I thought you would have caught on by now."
She sighed, "Just shut up and kiss…" Y/n broke off abruptly when a knock sounded at her door yet again, making her jump out of my arms like I was on fire, and grimacing.

~*~

You cursed whoever was at the door, but put on a fake smile and gently pushed Loki in your closet, unlocking the door, not surprised it was your mother.
"Yeah?" You hoped the slightly annoyed tone in your voice didn't get past her, plastering on a small smile, leaning on the door frame.
She shoved her hands in her pockets, looking uncomfortable, "I know something is up, you came home from your boyfriend's house, you've thrown an outburst, and now you've been up here, is everything alright?"
"Perfectly fine, Mom, I already told you, they decided to go shopping. And I just got a little angry because I'm tired…"
"Your father wants you to go with us…" She trailed off, looking to the side.
You rolled your eyes, now what good would that do? "He'll cool off by morning."
Your mother nodded slowly, sighing in defeat, "Yeah, he will… Goodnight then, y/n." She gently kissed your forehead, and shut the door behind her.
"Hey! Loki!" You whispered, opening the closet door, a smug look on his face. "What?"
"You are a good liar. I almost believed you myself."
"Really?"
He shook his head, an even bigger grin playing on his face, "No, I really didn't, but your mother did."
Yet again you rolled your eyes, "Yeah… Am I a horrible person?"
He leaned towards you, clasping his arms around your waist, murmuring against my neck, "That depends on what your definition of horrible is. I can certainly tell you don't think I am."
You shrugged, "I guess, but Loki…"
He shushed you, speaking slowly, "You trust me, y/n, and you always will, somewhere, deep inside of you, you will always be loyal."
Those words sent shivers down your spine, and you somewhat doubted that, "H-how do you k-know that, Loki?"
"Because you weren't made to be mortal, you were made to be something more. Something, untamed and beautiful beyond any mortal of this lax realm could ever think to fathom. You were made to control, not follow."