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sparklypinkflightsuit · 1 year ago

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Star Crossed: Chapter One

Pairing: Detective David Loki x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Cheating, Intimacy Issues, Slow Burn, Reader is in an Established Relationship (for now), Sexual Themes, Eventual Smut. Investigative Inaccuracies. I think that’s it?

Summary: Your fiancé goes missing, and the handsome Detective Loki is put on the case. Was this meant to be, and will you ever find your fiancé?

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David Loki was not one for personal relationships. No, he had a hard time letting people in, and an even harder time with people even getting past his stony facade.

David didn’t mind, he actually preferred it. No one to worry about. No one to worry about him. No reason to rush home in the evening, giving him complete freedom to dedicate every waking moment to his work.

That was until the day he met you. Neither of you realised that was the day that changed everything for you both, when your eyes locked on your front lawn, as you stood, distraught, giving as much information as you could to the two officers who had arrived on scene first.

“He, uhm… he always leaves the house at 7:30 in the morning, and depending on traffic is usually home by 5:30pm.” You nodded, trying to recall your fiancés regular work schedule.

“Okay,” the tall cop taking down the information on his notepad nodded, “and you say you don’t have any issues, just a regular happy household?” He queried.

You nodded, “Yeah we’re happy. We have our routine and sometimes we have to go through the motions like any other couple, but we don’t typically fight, if that’s what you mean.” You confirm.

You loved your fiancé, but you had been together nearly 10 years, and the romance had begun to fizzle out. You were best friends and you still had other aspects of life that you enjoyed together, it just wasn’t in the bedroom anymore.

“Thank you ma’am. I think we have what we need for now. We’ll be back in touch.” The cop confirmed. He turned around and spotted Loki doing his rounds, looking out for any suspicious details.

“Ah, detective! I’ve finished speaking to Miss (Y/L/N), got the basics, registration plate, pictures of the missing person, yada yada. I don’t know if you want to speak to her about anything else.” He said, walking with his partner back to his car.

Loki nodded, and he walked up to where you stood with your arms crossed, biting at your fingers anxiously.

You had said goodbye to your fiancé, Carter, that morning in much your usual fashion, giving him a peck on the cheek as he walked out the door. He smiled at you as he turned around while walking down the drive, “Will text you when I get to the office, love you!” He called.

Carter was a good man, he had never done wrong by you, and you had never done wrong by him, and that is why your relationship was still happy despite the intimacy issues. You still had a lot of fun, and went on dates and had adventures from time to time, but every now and then you were reminded of what was missing, as you both craved something that simply was not there anymore.

Carter had not texted you that day, and you’d dropped him the odd message during the day to check if he was ok. You chalked it up to him forgetting and getting busier than usual at work.

But by 6pm, you began to really worry, as he wasn’t home yet. It was not like Carter, ever punctual, to be home late, he loved his routine. He knew dinner was always waiting for him, as you finished work at 4pm each day, so would never make you wait.

You called his phone and it went straight to voicemail. You tried him all night before eventually calling the cops. They told you to wait 24 hours.

Reluctantly you waited and waited all night, and by morning when he still hadn’t walked in the door, you decided to call his place of work. They confirmed that Carter did not show up the morning before.

You called the police to report this and that is when they sent out a few officers and Detective Loki.

“Miss (Y/L/N).” Loki nodded at you, extending his hand to give yours a shake, “I’m Detective Loki, I’ll be handling your case.”

You took his hand and offered him a week smile. “Thank you Detective. Is there anything else I can do? I feel so helpless.” Your hand shook in his, your mind giving you the worst scenarios all night, and you were exhausted.

“I just need to take a look around the house, would that be okay?” He said cautiously, noting how fragile you looked.

You nodded and gestured for him to follow you into the house. You showed him around each room and left him to do what he needed to do, while you sat in the living room, trying Carters number again.

After four more failed attempts you threw your phone across the room with a huff and drew your knees up to your chest in an attempt to control your breathing.

Loki came out of your bedroom upon hearing the noise. He bit the inside of his cheek when he saw how upset you looked. Loki hardly cared for adults, they often caused their own issues and their behaviours didn’t help them, but something was tugging on his heart strings for you.

“Miss (Y/L/N), is there anyone who can come out to be with you during this time? It might help to have some friends or family around-“

You shook your head, cutting him off mid sentence, “No, I’m not from around here and my family live abroad now anyway, I haven’t had a chance to make any friends here just yet. But I’m fine, I just want to focus on finding Carter.” You said sternly.

Loki nodded, his hands on his hips.

“Is there anything else I can help with Detective?” You asked, an awkward tension filling the room.

“Yeah actually, does your fiancé have a computer, or laptop, anything of that sort?” He queried.

“Yeah he has a laptop somewhere, I can try and find it.” You said, pushing yourself off of the couch.

You walked past Loki, taking in his oaky cologne, and started sifting through the drawers and cupboards in the bedroom. You eventually found the laptop stashed up at the top of the cupboard, and handed it to Loki.

“I don’t think he uses it much, but if it’ll help you find him, have at it. I don’t know his password though.” You shrugged.

Loki offered you a gentle smile, and tucked the laptop under his arm. He was about to turn to leave when you stopped him, with pleading eyes.

“Detective… what do I do now?” You asked, looking helpless. Loki felt incredibly uncomfortable in that moment, he was never good at this comforting business.

He shifted uncomfortably on his feet, before eventually making eye contact.

“Just take care of yourself, keep trying his phone, and try not to worry too much. We will find him.” He offered what he thought to be a reassuring smile, but to you it just looked like he was in pain.

You nodded, “Thank you.”

Loki left and drove to the station to get his team on cracking the laptop password. He didn’t know what he’d find but was hoping for any indication of where he could have gone. He would also check any accidents in the area between the house and Carters place of work for the cars registration plate, and would call local hospitals to see if anyone matching his description had been brought in.

Loki worked late into that evening, making calls and searching the internet for anything relevant, and by the time everyone had gone home, he was no closer to finding anything.

He decided to call it a day and would visit Carters place of work tomorrow, to see if any of his colleagues could shed some light.

As Loki drove home, a sudden thought popped into his mind, and he redirected his journey to your home.

Loki got out of the car and made his way up your cute little front yard, littered with pretty wildflowers, and a winding stone path leading to the front door.

He knocked gently, and waited for you to answer.

Eventually you answered the door, eyes red and puffy, clearly from crying all day.

“Detective?” You were surprised to see him at your door, and had felt a little deflated, part of you thinking it may have been Carter coming home. You suddenly had an even worse feeling, wondering if he had come to deliver bad news.

“Miss (Y/L/N), sorry to bother you so late. I just had a few more questions I was hoping to ask. I can come back tomorrow if now isn’t a great time?” He offered, suddenly realising his intrusion as you stood before him in a short, satin pyjama set. Loki diverted his eyes to the ceiling awkwardly.

“No no, come in, please. It’s a welcome distraction to be honest.” You mumbled, grabbing your cardigan and pulling it around you tightly. You ushered him into the kitchen.

“Can I get you a tea or coffee, Detective?” You offered, flicking on the kettle.

“No, thanks.” He smiled kindly, standing in the doorway of the kitchen. He scanned the pretty white and blue room, trying to form a mental picture of what you and Carter were like in your day to day.

“I was just hoping to delve a little deeper into what life is like for you and Mr Benson, on an average day to day. I know it seems redundant but we need to cover all bases, that’s all.” He blinked hard a few times, suddenly feeling like an imposing presence.

You turned to face him, leaning against the counter top. “Okay, let’s see…” you took a deep breath as you thought. “Carter leaves for work before I do every day, he gets up, makes us both coffee, leaves for work. I leave about an hour later. I get home about 4pm each day, and I’ll start dinner so that it’s usually ready by the time he gets home.

He’ll get home, we eat, he loads the dishwasher and we then watch tv for an hour or so. We take turns showering and then we sleep. We’re not all that exciting unfortunately.” You sighed, crossing your arms.

Loki nodded, scribbling down notes on his little notepad.

“And you told my colleague that Mr Benson typically gets home from work at around 5:30pm most days?” He queried.

You nodded, “Almost always, if traffic isn’t awful.”

“And what about weekends, do you do anything special then?”

You shook your head, “Not particularly, I paint in my spare time, I also enjoy gardening. Carter has some friends he often plays golf with. It’s not my scene so we don’t always spend the weekends together, but sometimes we’ll go out for the day, have lunch, see a movie, that sort of thing.” You said with a soft but sad smile.

Loki nodded, making a mental note as he noticed that this particular topic seemed to be a slightly sore topic.

Suddenly Loki’s phone buzzed, as a text from his tech team leader came through.

Rodger:

“Hey, got the laptop password. You might want to come and see this.”

Loki shoved his phone in his pocket and his eyes flicked up to you. “Thank you Miss (Y/L/N), that’s all I wanted to check. I’ll leave you with in peace.” He smiled at you genuinely, and went to head out the door.

“Detective!” You called, stopping him in his tracks. He turned around to face you.

“Could you not call me that? Makes me feel kind of old.” You chuckled, eyes lighting up for the first time since he’d seen you. “Could you call me (Y/N) if it’s not too much trouble?”

Loki smiled, looking down at his feet. He nodded, “Sure, but only if you call me David.”

You smiled at him, sort of pleasantly surprised at how the corner of his eyes crinkled when he smiled.

“Goodnight David.”

“Goodnight (Y/N).”

And with that David left, and made his way to Rodger’s house to see what he had found.

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- Chapter Two Here -

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