Loki reading minds was entirely possible. You sighed quietly as your friend flopped down on your bed, mumbling something about how tired she was. And unless you have the gall to ask her, it’ll remain a mystery.” Let’s be honest, no one really knows him but Frigga. That made you frown, opening the door to your room. You pursed your lips, feeling disappointment kick in. “Isn’t that the unanswered question of our time? Does anyone truly know?” “Sif?” At her hum of acknowledgement, you continued. That evening as you walked back to your chambers with Sif, you wondered if you should ask her the most burning question of them all. He’d caught you once and you wouldn’t embarrass yourself by being caught again. “Okay.” His voice was slightly amused, but you still didn’t look. You felt your fingers curl with nervousness. “M’not.” You lied, nearly hearing his smirk. “You’re staring.” He mumbled, making your eyes snap forward.
#I think he knows skin#
His skin was the smoothest shade of porcelain, pale and unmarked. His cheekbones jutted high, cheeks softly dented and giving way to an even more defined jaw. You glanced at him every now and then as you stood in peaceful silence, a profile made of sharp lines and brilliant contours. He breathed out a laugh as you joined him in his people-watching activities. “Don’t have the effort to pretend to be interested.” You offered in way of explanation. He straightened as you approached him, raising an eyebrow. You broke away from your friends after fifteen minutes of trying to concentrate, walking over to where Loki was leaning against a wall. It was hard to explain how exquisite he was, so you had stopped trying to get to the bottom of it and had accepted that when it came to Loki, you were in fact a swooning Asgardian woman. Loki was just as quiet now, with a wit as sharp as a knife, an attitude that made his words sound suave and almost … expensive. And the difference didn’t fade over time. From the minute you could string together sentences, you knew he was different. Sure, people gravitated towards Thor’s larger than life personality, but something about how quietly intelligent Loki was had always caught your eye. You had always gotten along with Loki more than with Thor, unlike your other friends. But one minute he was just Loki, your friend, and the next minute he was….
You didn’t know exactly when it started, or when the realization hit you that you had honest, less-than-platonic feelings for Asgard’s brooding prince. You had more dignity than that and you knew your worth.īut oh the lords above, did Loki make you feel things. You wouldn’t be like the Asgardian women who squealed and swooned over the princes and had one sole purpose marrying one of them.
Who cares if Loki was slowly making you putty in his hands? You wouldn’t show it. Never had you backed down from a challenge in your long, long life. Where you had the sophistication of a princess, you were just as fierce as Lady Sif herself. From a young age, you were taught and trained in the ways of the Royals. You were your father’s only child, and he treated you as such too.
Sure, the privilege you had was nowhere near the princes themselves, but you weren’t far behind. You had grown up in Asgard’s Royal Castle like many of the Noblemen’s sons and daughters. You couldn’t remember a time where you hadn’t been around him, Thor, Sif or the Warriors Three. You had known Loki for your entire life almost. That every time he did that, it made your heartbeat skip like it was running a marathon. It wasn’t your fault that Loki was burning holes in your head. You didn’t feel bad about your lack of concentration towards the story at hand. Fandral laughed loudly then, followed by Volstagg and Sif, and you forced yourself to chuckle as well, praying you looked believable. You nodded along to whatever Thor was saying (you had stopped listening about two minutes ago). You pointedly continued doing what you were doing, though. You were hyper aware of the fact that his stare was on you, his eyes on the back of your head, making your cheeks heat up. Summary: You’re suspicious that Loki can read your mind so you decide to test that theory.Ī/N: So this is v v loosely based on I Think He Knows by Taylor Swift, but not really? I just wanted to give the credit that is due before anyone says i didnt.
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