A God and a Midgardian (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 13

After you closed the door, your blush was unbearable. The heat rose and boiled in your cheeks as a smile spread across your face. You closed your eyes, your hand still on the metal door handle.

You had just confessed your love to Tom after he confessed his to you. Unable to face him any longer afterwards without exploding, you had closed the door on him. You regretted that. You wanted to go back in time to keep the door open and see his gorgeous smile after you said you loved him. You wanted him to hold you in his arms. At that moment, you wanted to whip the door back open and run into the hallway, calling out his name in hopes he'll come running back to you with his arms wide open. But, you didn't. You knew he was probably long gone by then. You were sure that he had better things to do than stick around your apartment longer than necessary.

Letting out a sigh, you let go of the door handle and walked over to the couch. You plopped yourself on it as your face began to cool down from the intense blush. Initially, you just lay there with your eyes closed, thinking about Tom and what he was doing now. Then, you remembered he had your phone number. You scrambled to retrieve your phone from your jean pocket. Turning it on, you scanned through your notifications to see if he had called or left a message. You found nothing. However, that did not stop you from staring at your phone and anxiously waiting for him to call or text.

After about twenty minutes of glaring at your phone, you dozed off and fell asleep on the couch, your phone slipping out of your hand and onto the floor.

The next morning, you awoke to a knock at the door. Your eyes burst open as you jolted awake and sat up on the couch. You blankly stared in front on you until you heard another set of knocks. Standing up, you turned towards the closed door, eyes wide open. Your jaw dropped as you stood frozen on the carpet.

Oh my god. Is that Tom? You quickly glanced at the digital clock next to your television set. It read 11:26 AM. When yet another set of knocks rang in your ears, you faced the door again and realized you were still in the same clothes you were in the night before. Your hair was also a mess, and you were certain that your breath smelled worse than ever. I can't let him see me like this!

"Just a minute!" you called out as you dashed to your bedroom. You threw on the nicest blouse and skirt that you could find and quickly examined yourself in the full length mirror. Afterwards, you hurried to the bathroom, brushed your teeth, combed your hair, and sprayed on a bit of perfume for good measure. You applied a layer of lip gloss before rushing out of the bathroom toward the front door of the apartment. You smoothed out your skirt and fluffed you hair before turning the handle and opening the door. You had a smile on your face as you looked out into the hall, hoping to see Tom smiling back.

However, the man on the other side of the door was not Tom, causing your smile to evaporate. Instead, it was a man who stood at about six feet with a thick head of wavy copper hair and a hint of a beard. He was about five or six years older than you. His broad shoulders went up when you had opened the door, causing his dark green button-down shirt to go up and barely reveal his navel. He was the doorman of your apartment complex. He held a small, brown paper bag in his hand.

His grey eyes met yours as he grinned, displaying his bright but slightly crooked teeth. You smiled back politely.

"Hello, Mr. Allen," you greeted, still disappointed that it wasn't Tom who knocked. He shook his head in disapproval, the grin still glued to his face.

"Ah, Miss L/N," he chuckled as he turned his gaze toward the floor, "How many times do I have to tell you?" He slowly looked back up at you. "Please, call me Justin." You laughed softly.

"Only if you call me Y/N, Mr. Allen," you responded. Justin nodded in agreement.

"Alright then," he said before raising up the paper bag, "Someone dropped this off a little while ago by the way. It's for you." Justin handed the bag to you.

"Oh, who is this from?" you asked, but he simply shrugged.

"I don't know. The young man just told me it was for you and walked right out before I could say anything."

A young man? Can it be Tom?

"Well, thank you," you replied as you gave him a small smile. Justin briefly examined your outfit.

"You look lovely today. You going somewhere?" At first, you were confused. Then, you looked down at your blouse and skirt again.

"Oh, I was just... at an interview." Justin looked slightly confused.

"On a Sunday? I thought you didn't work Sundays..." he responded. You hesitated before shrugging.

"Yeah... Well, it can get busy sometimes. You know?"

"Of course, of course. Yes, well, have a wonderful Sunday, Miss L/N- I mean Y/N." He waved goodbye and walked towards the stairs. You closed your door and sat back down on the couch, eager to open the bag and see what was inside. When you opened it, you found a small, red rectangular box. You were sure that its contents included chocolate. You smiled as you read the piece of paper attached to the box.

To the most beautiful woman in the universe and beyond...
~Tom

A bright blush heated your cheeks as you read the words and admired his handwriting. The gorgeous black strokes smoothly transitioned from thick to thin and vice versa. Beautiful calligraphy. You lightly ran your fingers across the words, feeling the indents of the letters in the paper -- the creases that Tom himself created. It brought you happiness, knowing that Tom had touched the very same piece of paper. After reading and rereading the letter multiple times, you placed it on the coffee table and opened the box. As you had previously assumed, it was filled with a variety of chocolates.

Just as you were about to pick one up, you heard a tapping. You looked around your apartment, slowly placing the box on the coffee table. As you stood up, the tapping grew slightly louder. Following the sound, you walked over to the window next to the television set and looked outside. There was a small, black bird sitting on the ledge and pecking at the window. In the sunlight, its deep dark feathers almost looked sapphire; it was a beautiful creature. Soon, it swiftly flew down to the sidewalk below, going out of sight. Moments later, you saw a man walk onto the sidewalk and slowly look up at you.

He was smiling, his cheeks lightly painted pink with a blush. His eyes glistened with the colors of the sea and forests. It was Tom.