A immortal and a Widow (Natasha x reader)

My first Asgardian

Y/n pov

I'm doing the right thing, right? I'm walking up the stairs, to wherever life is taking me now. Did i really have to leave? Yes, because Natasha almost got herself killed trying to save me. I don't need saving, i should have died out there. There are too many dangerous people and creatures out there looking for me, it's not safe. I've decided to try and do something to get the attention of someone who can kill me, that's why i've made my way up this building, why i chose it. It's too far from the Avengers for them to do anything, but close enough that someone else will notice me.

"Wow, it's been too long since i watched this kind of view" i mumble to myself as i step up on the edge. The beautiful sunset, the light of the streets where normal people do normal things. It's so full of life, police sirens, cars trying to get everywhere, the occasional bar door opening and letting out the music.

"You're not going to jump, are you?" i turn around to see a man standing in the shadows. He has long dark hair brushed back. But it's not the hair of the unearthly clothing that caughts my attention the most. It's the crystal clear blue eyes who somehow shine in the dark. They look so familiar but still so strange. Like from a past life. But i guess i have a few of them.

"Why would you care, it's not like i would die?" i answer sarcastically, meeting his gaze. The shadows still hide his features and i can't pinpoint from where i know him.

"Well, maybe i care for you Y/n" i look at him in disbelief. How can he know my name?

"Who are you?" i question but he just laughs at the question. A mechanic sound above my head almost takes my attention away from the man in the shadows.

"Ouch, has it really been that long? Midgardians really dow have the worst memory" he answers as he steps out of the shadows, letting me see him and look deeper into his sky blue eyes. Now that i can see him, i remember him. 1953, first time i saw him. Even if it was only for like a year, it was the time where i'd felt more free than ever before.

"Loki?" He makes a dramatic bow and gives me his hand to help me down from the ledge. "I thought your hair was longer" i say with a smile as i take his hand and i hear him let out a small laugh.

"You really never did know how to keep your mouth shut, did you? Maybe i should teach you again" my heart flutters at the thought and everything around me seems to disappear out of my head for only a second. But it's all wrong, but it might just be what i need to get away from them, to get them to stop following me.

"Maybe you should" i answer and he pulls me close to his chest. His lips meet mine in a soft kiss, nothing deeper. It feels so wrong, but i don't push away but rather sink into it with him. His hands lie on my waist and my hands are in his hair and holding onto his neck. Every problem in the world has always seemed to disappear when i'm with him, but now one stays in my head. Natasha. But... it's the right thing to leave, for her safety. I pull off him and hug him hard, burying my head in the crook of his neck and he lets me. "I thought i'd lost you forever"

"Me? Oh never, i'll always come back to you"

"If you had only come a few weeks ago" i hadn't noticed it but a few tears are streaming down my cheeks and onto his shoulder.

"I know, but i'm here now... and everything is going to be okay now"