It had been a year. After it was found out that Loki’s plan all along had been to get back to Asgard in the unassuming form of a prisoner and then pull a coup, he was sent back to Earth. SHIELD had agreed to keep him, especially since Fury thought he could be a powerful weapon if he could be converted to their side. So now, he was living at Stark Tower with some crazy enchantment in place to keep him from leaving and/or blowing the entire place up.
You yourself had been living there too. After you jokingly told Tony that you needed a change of scenery from living in SHIELD in your whole life (excluding your time in Asgard), he offered you a place to stay, and you accepted. The rest of the Avengers occasionally dropped by, and it was good to be somewhere where you could finally take a breather from the life of action you had lived for countless years. You still worked for SHIELD, going on covert operations, but you had more time to make up for the childhood you had lost, and you were loving the free time, to be completely honest. The only slight problem was Loki.
You two never really talked. Frankly, you stayed on separate floors for the most part, so you never really saw each other (You HAD, however, seen Tony and Pepper around quite frequently and more than once caught them in… awkward… situations). You and Loki never made eye contact and usually just ignored each other. But after months of silence, someone had to break the ice. That person just happened to be you.
You were walking onto the floor that served as a living room for all the other floors. You plopped down on the sofa, when you saw something move in the corner of your eye.
“Jesus!” You yelped.
“Sorry, wrong god,” Loki murmured. His eyes were planted firmly in his book (he was reading A History of Time by Stephen Hawking, and though he didn’t show it, he was thoroughly confused).
You stared at him. He usually never came up here, but you guessed months of being locked up in one building had forced him to become bored of most of the other floors. Loki sensed your gaze and looked up at you. You looked away before your eyes could lock together.
You relaxed on the couch. According to some tacit agreement, you didn’t talk to him, and he didn’t talk to you. You stayed out of his way, and he stayed out of yours. That’s the way things had worked since your falling out a year ago.
You wanted to talk to him. You wanted to know why he had done everything he had done, and if you’d been the cause of it, and if he still held feelings for you. You still held feelings for him (at least, you held feelings for who he used to be), but you figured he was a changed man and there was no going back.
But most of all, you wanted to know what had happened on the tower when Loki attacked New York City. Why had he saved you? You fought yourself for a good five minutes wondering if you should cross the unspoken line that dictated neither of you speak to each other. Loki seemed to sense you were thinking something and looked up again. You decided to take this as a go ahead.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you…” you started, but trailed off.
“Yes?” He didn’t seem antagonistic, just curious.
“Why didn’t you killed me a year ago? When I came at you after you threw Tony off the building?”
Loki hesitated for the slightest fraction of a second before putting his book down. He looked you dead in the eye.
“I didn’t want to see you leave me again like you did in Asgard.”
You nodded. He had still cared about you. Loki decided to continue this question game.
“Would you have killed me if you had the chance up there?” He asked you back.
“I… think so. I don’t know. It was my job”
A slight weariness sagged in Loki’s eyes, but he seemed to understand.
“What did you do when I left you in Asgard?” You asked.
“I searched for you and came up empty-handed. I decided that you were gone from my life, as was Thor, and I moved on to my higher purpose. My job, if you’ll put it that way. Did you move on from me as well?”
“I never stopped thinking about you. I thought there was a way I could get back, but I never found one.”
“Ah.” He nodded.
“I guess I never tried hard enough, though,” you pushed forward, feeling the need to explain yourself. “I mean, I thought Fury was right when he said I couldn’t go back through the exchange program, but I should’ve done more-“
“It’s alright,” Loki interrupted you. “You did not cause this.”
Loki waved a hand.
“This. All of the events leading up to this moment. I suppose I have to take the blame for this.”
“We both had our faults.”
“You didn’t try to conquer and kill and entire realm.”
“Yeah, I guess I didn’t.”
An awkward silence passed between you two.
“Did you really love me? Back on Asgard?”
Your breath caught in your chest at Loki’s question.
“I mean- yeah. I really did.” You paused. “Did you love me too?”
Loki nodded, still looking you deep in the eye. He mentally battled against himself and then made to sit next to you on the couch. You made a spot for him, and he sat down.
“Do you love me now?”
What you could sense from Loki now was the same sense you got from him on Asgard. You sensed a genuine love for you, one that said you understood him more than anyone and he understood you. Maybe your Loki had never left as much as you thought he had.
Loki placed a hand on your cheek and brought his lips to yours. You felt a warmth flow throughout your body, and you felt the same fireworks erupting in your head from the day you first kissed. You leaned in to deepen the kiss and put your hands on his chest. Loki wrapped his other arm around your waist and held you close. And after you had enjoyed kissing for what felt like an eternity, you laid your head on his side, and he pulled his arm around your shoulder, lightly rubbing your arm with his thumb. He placed a slow kiss on your forehead.
“I love you, my angel.”
“I love you, my god.”