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Drowned Hearts

Pairing: Loki x female reader (no use of Y/N) Word Count: 5,686 Warnings: mild language, death, thalassophobia, astraphobia

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The roar of an exotic screaming through the pass caught your attention. You stopped working at the engine block hanging in the shop, turning towards the drone in the distance. There was an appointment in the book for today, but this car sounded familiar. You shook your head, there shouldn't be a chance in hell you’d know this car… was there?

As the sound rang between the hills, it hiccuped. You could hear the vehicle as it stumbled with the last sharp incline. You pushed off with your feet, wheeling the stout stool you sat on to your shop desk. Running a finger down the page, you settled on today’s appointment. “Ahh…” you sighed as you read the make: a Lotus Exige. Based on the noises it was making, you already suspected the issue.

The pale blue roadster rounded the corner, coming to a stop in the front lot. It sputtered briefly before the driver shut it off. You leant back, taking a quick glance at the car. ‘Fuck.’ You DID recognize the whine of this engine. 'Why did it have to be THIS car…'

The front door opened, and a short man stepped out. You breathed an internal sigh of relief. This man was a stranger. Thank the gods.

“Hey! I hope I’m in the right place! Are you this miraculous mechanic I’ve heard about?” The unknown man stepped forward, hand extended to shake yours.

You smiled at him, grabbing a rag to wipe off the oil and dirt before taking his in response. “That’s me! I've been working on these for a long time now.”

He shook your hand vigorously, nodding all the while. “I’m Bernard. I hope you can fix her!”

“Based on the sound you made at that last hill, I think I already know your problem!”

He clapped his hands together, a wide grin played across his face. “Perfect!” He tossed the keys to you, before reaching into a pocket for his cell phone. “Gotta let the boss know I made it!”

Your smile faltered slightly. He had a 'boss', so this wasn't HIS car. “Ah. Well, there’s no cell service up here but you’re welcome to use the shop phone. Just make sure to include the country and area code if you're calling long distance.” You thumbed toward the open door behind you.

He strode towards the shop desk, aiming for the old rotary phone sitting on the corner. As he passed, you dropped your expression further into a soft, nostalgic smile. “Hello sweetheart…” you mused to the car as you approached.

Bernard’s head turned slightly at your words, but you were too focused on the machine before you to notice. He plopped down into the creaky wooden chair, spinning his fingers through the numbers on the phone’s dial. It only took two rings before a voice picked up on the other end. ~”did you make it?”~

“Yeah boss, and no problems neither.”

~”good. i want her to be in the best hands.”~

“Of course! I know what this car means to you, boss. …Although, I’ve never heard anyone else but you refer to her as ‘sweetheart’.” Bernard chuckled at the jab towards his employer.

~”say that again…”~ The voice on the other end of the line was suddenly very serious.

Bernard sat a little straighter in the chair. “Oh, well, it’s just that she…err the mechanic.. called the Lotus ‘sweetheart’ and…”

The sound of shattering ceramic crashed from the receiver. ~”tell me exactly what happened.”~

The suddenly very-worried-looking man sputtered, coughed twice and leaned subtly backwards in his seat to peer out to where you stood, oblivious to anything but the car in front of you. “She told me I could use the phone in the shop to call you, no cell service, and then walked up to the car and said ‘hello sweetheart’, and is talking to it like it’s a person, and..” He was rambling now.

~”enough!”~ The voice commanded, sharp and full of unknown emotion, ~”i’m on my way.”~

The line disconnected. Bernard stared at the phone in his hand before placing it back on its cradle. He rose and walked back outside to where the car was parked. By now, you were elbow deep in the engine, carefully removing the wires for the spark plugs while avoiding touching any metal surface within. You looked up as Bernard approached. “All good?”

“Yeah…” He ran a hand across the back of his neck, “…but the boss said he’s on his way here. I hope I didn’t do anything wrong.”

You froze, hand on the last wire. ‘Double fuck.’ Inhaling sharply, you popped off the wire cap and straightened. “Nah.. some guys just don’t like women working on their cars.” You tried to sound reassuring as your heart threatened to beat itself out of your chest. “How long have I got?”

“Maybe 20 minutes? He drives like a madman.” He grinned briefly at your slight inflection towards his boss’s masculinity. “As long as I don’t get fired…”

You shrugged, “I’m sure you’ll be fine.” You spun, heading into the shop to grab the tools and replacement parts you’d need. While you didn’t get a ton of Lotus’ up the mountain, you always had a set of spark plugs on hand. Old habits die hard.

With supplies in tow, you got straight to work, losing yourself in the task at hand.

Time flew by, especially when you worked on something as lovely as the one in front of you. You never wore a watch, so you had to assume the 20 minutes had passed when the whine of a Mazda RX9 drifted into hearing range. You kept your head down, not wanting to face the coming encounter. “I bet it’s red…” you breathed to yourself.

The new car peeled into the lot, stopping hard near the gate. The door opened and someone got out. They didn’t speak, but Bernard took whatever hint the newcomer had given him and walked out of your line of sight towards them. You chanced a glance backwards, only catching the glint of candy apple red reflecting in the sunlight. ‘Called it,' you thought, 'always the exhibitionist.'

Bernard (at least you assumed it was him) got into the red car, turning around in the lot and pulled out of the compound. Now you and this “boss” were alone.

You shifted to your knees, still not turning around to face them, popping on the last plug wire. Footsteps approached carefully, stopping to your right. The silence stretched, so you spoke first as you stood, slowly turning to face him. “Tony..”

His hands were tucked deep in his pockets as he cautiously watched you, his attention never leaving your face. He reached up and pulled the sunglasses from his brow. You could read the anguish in his eyes.

“We thought you were dead…” He forced the words past his teeth, “…how..”

“That’s a long story.”

“I’ve got the time if you do.”

You shrugged, “I'm done with her anyways, and there's no-one else on the docket for today.” You turned toward the shop, motioning for him to follow, “Come in, I’ve got a sniff of rum tucked away somewhere.”

He perked up a bit at the promise of a drink, following close behind you. He took the chair while you rummaged in the little back room, finally emerging with a half empty bottle and a pair of mismatched glasses.

You popped the cork, pouring a generous amount into each. He took his and inhaled deeply from the glass. “You always did like the good stuff.” He took a sip, savouring the flavour. “I’m surprised it’s not from here…”

“Nicaraguan rum is too sweet for me, I prefer the complexity of Jamaican.” You took a swig from your own glass, avoiding the promised conversation to make small talk about the weather and such.

He was sitting forward in the chair, elbows resting on knees, stress evident in the stiffness of his position. You took pity, shifting the topic to the last time you had seen each other.

“How long has it been? Five?…no, closer to six years now..” You tried to keep it light, almost reminiscent. He nodded once so you continued, “and how long did it take, that night, to come back for me?”

His head snapped up at the change in your tone. You weren’t angry. That phase had passed a long time ago…but disappointment remained and was clearly reflected in your voice.

It took several minutes for him to collect himself. “We…the storm rolled in so suddenly… we tried..” He stopped, shaking his head before trying again. “Twelve hours…” He finally admitted, lowering his face to his free hand. "Twelve hours until we were able to get back to your coordinates."

You snorted darkly, “Twelve hours. The storm hit the skiff after only four.” You could feel heat building in your chest so you took a deep breath. No sense in getting worked up about the past. His head had drooped lower, the hand with the glass slackened towards the floor. “Tony… look at me, I’m fine.”

He dropped the hand from his forehead and glanced up, moisture glimmering along his lower lashes. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I wasn’t fine, not at first and not for a long time, but I’m better now.”

“Why didn’t you contact us? Surely you had access to something! We searched for weeks..for months! After two years, we had no choice but to declare you dead: lost at sea.”

You shrugged again, “I took the opportunity for a fresh start." You didn't elaborate.

He had brought himself up to full height as he listened, "You were.. ARE.. part of the team, not just our mechanic! Hell, you and Lo.."

You cut him off with a glare that had him pull back, "Don't say his name. I can't handle the heartbreak again." Getting up, you swept outside, stopping to stand in front of the Lotus. The dying light reflected gold and green off the blue paint. It didn't help.

You could hear him get up behind you, walking slowly to join you. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be, not your fault." You angled your face toward him, doing your best to smile. You passed him the keys that still sat in your pocket. "She should be in top shape now… be sure to tell your staff to use the right plugs next time."

He snickered, spinning the key fob around his finger, "What do I owe ya?"

You shook your head, "What's a few spark plugs between friends? It was good to see you, Tony."

He took the hint, stepping around you to the driver's door. "You could come back with me?" His grin was wolfish, hopeful.

"I can't. This is my life now."

Nodding, he opened the door and propped a leg up on the frame. "Call me, if you need anything. I assume you still remember the number?"

It was your turn to nod, "Oh, and Tony? Please don't tell the team."

He sighed, but understood. "I won't say a word."

"Thank you."

He shifted, sitting into the seat and starting the engine. The Lotus roared to life, sounding much happier than when she had arrived. The sunglasses were back on and, with a quick jerk of the wheel, Tony and the car were speeding back down the road and out of sight.

You watched until he disappeared into the dusk before you whirled to the desk and grabbed the nearly empty rum bottle, flinging it hard against the back wall. It exploded upon impact, scattering amber liquid and glass shards across the shop.

The moment he lost visual of you in his rear view, he addressed the AI. “Friday, did you catch all that?”

~“yes boss. i’ve already alerted the team for your arrival.”~

“Excellent! Now we mustn’t break our word to the lady, so you may have to do some of the talking.”

~”no problem, boss.”~

Tony pushed the Lotus hard down the mountain, impressed at how well the car was running. He wasn’t surprised, you had always had the right touch when it came to his collection. His shock was in finding you alive and somewhat thriving. He would like to think you were 'fine', but there was an inherent sadness about you now.

Nearly six years ago, while on vacation in Portugal, they had lost you. Presumably to the sea. The ‘skiff’ you had mentioned was really more of a luxury yacht, moored on the far side of Flores, part of the Azores. The engine had ceased, prompting a lift from a local fisherman back to Sao Miguel. You, for true reasons unknown, had opted to remain with the disabled vessel.

The team had arrived with little issues to the city, managing to find a boat repair place that was willing to get all the way out to the stranded yacht. The weather, however, had other plans. A rare subtropical hurricane had spawned and was barreling towards the archipelago, bringing 102km wind speeds and 8 foot swells. Travel back out to the yacht was not an option, so they waited it out, hoping the storm wouldn’t make landfall where you were.

By the time the worst had passed and Tony could convince the repair crew to set sail, it was too late. The boat had been pummelled by the sea, torn apart where it anchored. Scattered bit of debris littered the nearby shore, but you were gone. Either dashed upon the rocks or swept out into open ocean.

He hadn’t thought anything of it at the time, but the reaction you had to him mentioning Loki had his mind churning. Maybe that would be question for the God himself. Not that he had ever been easy to live with, but since that night, he avoided everyone like the plague.

No, he’d be no help. Loki barely spoke more than a single word or two to even his brother. No matter. Between Rogers, Thor and Nat, they’d figure out the next plan of action. No need to involve him…yet.

Tony peeled around the last turn into Managua. The ramp for the helicarrier was already down, awaiting his arrival. He accelerated up the ramp, skidding into the open area within, stopping mere inches from where three individuals stood. He exited the car, slamming the door behind him.

“Sounds like she’s running much better!” Steve mused, “Was it worth the trip down here?”

“Absolutely was.”

Nat spoke up, “What’s the 9-1-1? Friday was insistent we be here when you got back.” Her arms were crossed, clearly not impressed. Thor looked bored, snacking as usual.

“The good news: the Lotus is back in top shape, running better than she has in years.” Tony emphasized the last word, which caught their attention, “The other news…well, I made a promise so Friday will have to explain. Friday? Play back, please.”

The three glanced between each other, confused. Theatrics weren’t out of character for Tony, but him keeping quiet about something was.

~”right away, boss.”~

The AI began the playback. They could hear Bernard humming along to the radio as the Lotus engine made odd noises in the background. The engine cut off and the recording-Bernard was speaking. ~’hey! i hope i’m in the right place! are you this miraculous mechanic i’ve heard about?’~

The response was muted but not unheard. That voice was too distant for any type of recognition however, ~’that’s me! i’ve been working on these for a long while now.’~

Niceties continued until Bernard stepped away from the car as he moved for the phone. Soft footsteps approached before the unknown person spoke again, much closer and very clear. ~’hello sweetheart..’~

“No.” The word hissed from between Steve’s teeth like a curse. Thor’s mouth fell open, bits of unchewed pop tart fell to the floor.

“Yes!”

“Tony…” Natasha patted his arm gently, “…that’s not possible.” Her eyes were full of empathy.

He grinned at her, “but that’s where you’re wrong! Friday!" He reached back into the Lotus and snatched a tablet off the passenger seat, thrusting it towards her, "Play video!”

She stared as the slightly skewed video played, showing you walk into frame. Aside from the tan of your skin, you looked the same. Hair pulled up into a wild bun atop your head, dingy well-worn tank top, mechanic coveralls unbuttoned halfway with the arms tied around your waist. Tears welled in her eyes, “…oh Tony..”

Thor finally spoke, bellowing with joy, “This is a great thing! My brother will be so pleased!”

“No… No, no, no, we can’t tell Loki…” Tony and Steve were both shaking their heads, with Nat nodding in agreement.

“Can’t tell Loki what?”

Four faces whipped around to the far door into the loading area. There Loki stood, aloof as ever, leant back against the frame. When he realized no-one was going to answer him, he pushed off and stalked across the open area. “Tell. Loki. What?” His tone was dark, he disliked secrets especially when they were regarding him.

“Brother!” Thor went to greet him, arms wide as if to embrace the younger God. He stole a glance back, catching Nat’s subtle head shake, “You have emerged from your solitude!”

“Do not touch me, else…oof!” Loki’s threat was cut off as Thor threw his arms around him, lifting him off the ground and turning to mouth ‘help’ at the others.

Tony snickered as Loki struggled. "Put him down, Thor… unless you want to get stabbed or something." Thor unceremoniously let go and Loki landed with a stumble. He glared at his brother, who quickly retreated. "Now Loki…" Tony continued, "…maybe you should wait.."

"Friday, tell me what?" Loki pivoted with a roll of eyes, addressing the AI directly. The audio began again, from when the Lotus initially left the helicarrier. Nat held the tablet tight to her chest in a effort to not show what was playing on the screen. Loki descended on her, holding out a hand for the device. She hesitated a moment but ultimately passed it over. He held it aloft, confused by the emotion this footage apparently caused the others.

Tony spoke again, moving a little closer to Loki. "Friday, start at time stamp 16:27:04:00."

~"yes, boss."~

The audio cut out briefly as the AI fast forwarded to when Bernard exited the Lotus at the shop. Loki clutched at the tablet when you appeared on screen. Fingers tightened, causing cracks to form across the face of the device. He whirled and Tony was too close. Loki's hand closed around his throat as he lifted Tony off the ground, holding him tight and fighting to breath.

"Slutt fred med gudene dine…” Loki growled as he watched Tony slowly turn purple from lack of oxygen. In the background, the recording played on. Your voice whispering sweet nothings to the car gave him pause. He threw Tony back to the floor with a deadly glare. "How the Norns this possible?"

Tony cleared his now-bruised throat, coughing amid gasping for air. "She wouldn't tell me… flat out refused." He composed himself, keeping distance between him and Loki. "I wasn't going to push her into anything."

Loki turned his attention back to the now-cracked screen, brow creasing as he continued to watch. Nat, having grabbed an unbroken tablet, gently pulled the old one from his fingers and slid in the new one. He didn't look up.

The five watched (Loki on one tablet, the others crowded around the other) as you tinkered in the engine bay, popping off wires and chatting casually with Bernard. They heard the revving RX9 as it pulled in, saw you tense as Tony approached, and strained to hear when you both went inside to chat. Tony had taken a seat while you walked deeper into the darkened building. He reached into a pocket, pulling out a nano-camera and tossed it high to the ceiling. The video suddenly split, one side from the point of view of the Lotus and one viewing straight down, as the nano came online.

Guilt flooded the little viewing party as the conversation turned to Portugal and the storm. Pain shot through Loki as you spoke of heartbreak, knowing your situation happened from his lack of realization. He lost himself in his memory of that night.

The day had started perfectly. The weather was warm and sunny, the ocean calm. Your little group of six had taken the yacht out for a run to the farthest islands in the Azores archipelago. While you weren't technically part of the team, you and Loki had been a couple for the past year so you were often invited to join them on their civilian adventures. The running joke of this sailing trip was that a mechanic of your calibre couldn't even fix a simple boat motor. You laughed along with the rest of them as plans were made for a fishing trawler to shuttle people back to town. "Not fair! Just because I don't know marine engines…" Loki sat beside you as you hung upside down in the engine compartment at the stern of the watercraft. Tony stood above you, looking down, attempting to be serious to no avail. "Fiiiiine, we'll go for help." He rolled his eyes dramatically and returned to the wheel house to make the call. You pulled yourself upright, brushing your hair from your face. Loki grinned as he rubbed a black mark off your nose, "I do enjoy when you get dirty…" You scoffed in mock offence, shifting to straddle his long legs, pinning him where he sat. "Loki, I…" You hesitated, suddenly unsure of yourself. "What is it, my darling?" You leaned towards him, whispering into his ear, "I… I love you." He froze in place. He hadn't expected that revelation. You had clearly felt the shift in mood, quickly shuffling off his lap and getting to your feet. "I…uhh… just need to grab a thing before we leave here! Be right back!" Your voice was higher than normal, but you still appeared to be in a good mood. Loki nodded from the floor, rising himself as you disappeared into the belly of the yacht. He found it hard to comprehend what had just happened. 'She loves me', he thought, unable to keep the wide smile from his face. He aimlessly wandered the top deck, finding himself at the bow where his brother sat. "Trouble in paradise, brother? I hear the local fauna is strikingly lovely if you need a distraction.." Thor relaxed on the forward deck, feet up on the table, looking surprised that Loki was alone. Loki scowled, "I am not interested. No average mortal is worth my effort." He considered dumping his brother overboard for his assumptions. "Even your mechanic?" Loki growled as he stepped close to Thor, towering over him, "She is not average. She is exceptional." Thor grinned, it was obvious he had been goading on the younger God. "My thoughts are of the same thread. It may be time to formalize your match." He reached up and clapped a hand to Loki's shoulder. A shout came from the trawler, "Let's go! We're wasting time!" Tony was getting impatient. Thor leapt to his feet, pushing Loki in front of him towards the rescue boat. Loki, uncharacteristically cheerful, allowed himself to be lead. The pair swung over the yacht side and landed on the deck of the fishing vessel. "Is this everyone?" Loki asks, glancing around for you. Tony nodded as the boat pulled away, "Yup! She's staying behind to work on her tan… or something." He gestured back towards the stationary yacht. Loki looked past where Tony stood, catching your eye as you waved to the departing party. A nudge jabbed into his ribs, "We will see her soon, brother. Now, what are your plans for your futures?" Thor fidgeted like a child let loose in a toy store with an unlimited budget. Loki turned back to his brother, not particularly pleased to be leaving you behind but eager for an opportunity to advance his life with you. "If you keep your wits about you, I will allow you to assist. It is perhaps time for the next step for us."

"So what's the plan?" "Let's head up to logistics, we can formulate something there." "Maybe we could…"

The team, deep in discussion, strode to the door and disappeared up into the helicarrier. No-one noticed that Loki did not join them, nor that he had sunk to his knees as he continued to study the live feed. The glow from a dim lamp lit your profile as you tinkered at something metallic on the work bench, stray strands of hair softening the edges. His heart ached at the thought of you being alone for so many years.

Far in the distance, the sky lit up as lightning streaked to ocean surface. You dropped what you were working on, suddenly in action and moving quickly to bring in tools left outside. Your movements were jittery, jerking and clumsy. Loki recognized the look - fear. The location of the shop had you far out of range of the ocean, but storms must still be frightening for you.

He swiftly got back to his feet. Without a single glance at where the others had gone, he was in the drivers' seat of the Lotus. Tony's voice spoke through the speaker system, ~"hey! that's mine!"~

Loki twisted the volume knob to OFF and spun the car around, taking little care before tearing down the ramp and out of sight.

You saw that first bolt of lightning and immediately got to work. “Breathe…in and out.” You recited the mantra out loud, trying to calm your nerves. The shop was safe, of course. Fairly sound-deadened when the doors were sealed and high in the mountains so no flood risk. You just had to get everything inside. Another rumble sounded and you cursed under your breath, “I can’t handle this fucking storm, after today…”

The stars blinked out as the clouds rolled over, bringing the inclement weather closer. Just as you pulled the last piece into the shop, you caught sight of the Lotus coming up the bend. The first raindrops had begun to fall as it rolled into the yard.

Stepping to the second bay door, you thrust it open and beckoned the car in. Better it be safe indoors over being ravaged by the winds. The windows were tinted too darkly to see the driver, but you assumed it was Tony, back again to try and get you to rejoin his crew.

You waited, hands on hips. “If you’re going to stay a while, you might as well help me lock this place down.” A peel of thunder rang from the sky above, sending a shiver down your spine. You turned your back to the parked car, wielding the chains to close the two big doors. The car door opened, then closed but nothing else moved. No footsteps, no words, just heavy breathing.

Spinning to face your guest, your eyes locked with not Tony, but Loki. The last person you expected to see. You froze like a deer in headlights, mind racing. His hair was longer, skin perfect but pale. His eyes were as piercing as you remembered, still brilliant in colour.

"Hi." Your voice came out like a squeak. You weren't ready for this. You cleared your throat and tried again, "Loki, I… didn't expect.. I'm sorry."

His expression was torn between sorrow from the past several years and pure joy at seeing your face. He took a hesitant step forward, but only one. His mouth opened and closed as if he wanted to say something, but no words would come.

"Sit. I'm not letting that car out of here until the storm has gone." You indicated to the open seat as you took your own. "I'd offer you a drink, but…I'm all out." You weren't sure you could even pour from a bottle with how severe your hands shook.

A slight smile crossed his face as he sat. He threw a hand in the arm, casting a stream of seidr upwards. It pooled on the ceiling, settling around a tiny device and making it 'pop' with a flash of green. The bits fell to the floor with a tinkle of metal and plastic. "God damn it, Tony…" He'd probably been spying on you all afternoon.

"Your privacy should be respected." Loki finally spoke, his voice low and cautious.

You gave him half a smile. "Thanks, means a lot." He seemed to relax to your smile. If only you could do the same. You were currently finding it difficult to breathe properly. The pair of you were so close that your knees almost touched.

"Are you happy?" His question hung in the air between you.

You started to shake your head, but answered instead, "I suppose." He was nodding, accepting your answer. You slid a hand forward, as if to stop his unspoken thoughts, "…but if I'm to be honest, my new 'happy' is closer to misery."

"Tell me."

He sat still, listening intently to your tale, his hands clenched in fists on his knees. "When the storm started to founder the boat, I gathered as many life vests as I could, lashing them together like a raft. I ultimately tied myself to them as well…then at least my body would be found."

"I don't remember much else… aside from being picked up off the coast of Africa, sunburnt and clinging to life." Thunder shook the building and you pulled your arms tight around yourself. Loki twitched, as if he wanted to hold you as well, but he kept his distance. "They fixed me up best they could and I jumped ship in Rio, eventually making my way here."

The rain picked up outside, punctuated by occasional rumbles. Even though so much time had passed, it was hard to go back through the memories. They resurfaced every stormy season on their own, but with an active storm outside and Loki here with you, you weren't sure you could keep it together.

"And, well, this is me now." You said, fighting to focus on anything but the gale outside, "It's mostly the locals' cars I work on, but I don't charge for those. Expensive exotics are what pays the bills."

Loki was lost in thought. You had regularly helped the community, which had made your disappearance all the more difficult for both your neighbours and the team. "You would have made a great Valkyrie… always the hero of the people."

You snorted with derision, "I'd have to be Asgardian tho, wouldn't I? Don't think I meet the requirements…"

He smiled mournfully, "Maybe you do. When we buried your empty casket, Thor and I completed the ancient rites…"

Confusion flooded your face. You weren't Asgardian.. or descended from vikings… or even originating from that region of the Earth.

He continued, almost sheepishly, "I had hopes to meet you on the plains on Valhalla upon my own death."

"Why? I'm nothing… I'm not worth the effort."

"How can you say that?"

"I didn't. You did… in Portugal. With Thor just before you left." His eyebrows knitted together as you slipped into your own memory of that night.

"I am not interested. No average mortal is worth my effort." Your heart dropped as you emerged from the galley. Clearly you weren't meant to overhear this conversation, but it cut deep none the less. You crept backwards, retracing your steps until you ran into Tony on the aft deck. "I… I'm going to stay, I think. Gives me a chance to work on my tan without tan lines, if you get me…" You nudged him with your elbow, hoping you weren't overdoing it. Tony looked skeptical, but had no real issues with you remaining. "Hey! Maybe you can figure that motor out before we get back!" You stuck your tongue out at him. Maybe if you got a nice sunburn, you could hide the embarrassment of Loki's rejection. Luckily for you, the trawler was quick to arrive and seemed anxious to head out, so you didn't have to avoid Loki for long. You stood on the bow deck and waved as they pulled away from the stranded yacht. His eyes met yours only once before he turned to converse with Thor. Pain ballooned from your chest, but you kept your composure until the trawler was out of sight. When it did, your legs gave out and you crumpled to the deck. True, you two had only been officially together for a little over a year, but you had fallen fast. You should have known better… a God with such a long lifespan would have no reason to settle with a basic human. "How can I face him now?" You muttered to yourself, wiping tears as they free-flowed down your face. A fleeting thought crossed your mind, 'I wish I would just disappear…'

You were looking down at your hands in your lap as you came back to the present, "Many things have changed since then, but I have always loved…" You trailed off, allowing the quiet to settle in the room. The rain continued but the storm itself had passed by.

"I love you." Loki spoke, breaking the silence, "Those should have been the words I uttered that day."

You tightly shut your eyes in a failing attempt to not cry. Hesitant fingertips brushed the tears from your cheeks as a sob ripped free from your chest and you leant forward into his embrace.

A light on the dash of the Lotus blinked twice, before going dark. Tony disconnected from the remote-access program, snapping the laptop shut with satisfaction. He muttered to himself, "Looks like we're staying in town for a bit…"

Turning to the others scattered around the room, he grinned. "Think anyone does delivery around here?"

Notes: "Slutt fred med gudene dine" = Make peace with your gods

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