#yknow you wait until he finally meets that match that makes him hesitate and think ''i'm not strong enough‚ i need to improve''

[grimtoucher]

who is your favorite one piece character. *staring intently no pressure no pressure no pres (⁠´⁠灬⊙⁠ω⁠⊙⁠灬⁠`)⁠♡

Idk some fucking guy that showed up on screen for a bit he was kinda cool

[getbacktoworknovice]

(Okay so full disclosure, I did not think this was going to be a series but I got so many ideas on my last short story I wanted to add to it~! Shoutout to taki-ab0382 for requesting more, dont worry, I gotchu!) 

You were always so pretty. 

Even more so when you dressed up. 

Honestly, he liked you in just about anything. From your sweats and tank tops to your jeans and t-shirts but when you dressed up “fancy” he was always pleasantly surprised. The first time had been when you got dressed up for an interview. It was simple, black pencil shirt, blue button-up shirt with your hair done up.

You made a joke that you felt like a teacher or a savvy businesswoman when it was literally just a retail job interview but he had insisted you looked just perfect. Of course, back then he hadn't been as madly in love with you as he was now.  So when he came to pick you up for your cousin’s wedding and you opened the door his breath caught in his throat.

You were wearing a green dress. 

With a sweetheart neckline that cut off at your knees, matching shoes, black tights and a few pieces of jewelry, one he recognized as one of those knock-off prizes he’d won for you at a carnival earlier that year. It was a cheap plastic ring with a green “gem” but you always wore it. He hadn't realized it until now. When he didn't say anything for a moment you tilted your head. 

“You okay Loki?” You asked curiously and he snapped back to reality, blushing ever so slightly as he looked away. 

“I - uh- you look...beautiful…” He said and you blushed a bit, pushing on his arm gently. 

“Oh hush you,” You insisted, grabbing up your jacket and purse before locking your apartment and sliding your arm through his. “Let’s go get this over with.” You sighed dramatically to tease him as he led you out of your apartment complex. It took a moment for Loki to get back in the moment as he was going crazy thinking about how close you were pressed against him. 

So much contact.

“Do you...not like your cousin?” He asked as you seemed not at all eager to be going. You rolled your eyes as the two of you waited for the light to change so you could cross the street. 

“Not particularly, she’s a very nosy woman, always in my business.” You said honestly, holding onto his arm a bit more as you both crossed the street when the light changed. “And she doesn't believe I have a date,” you grumbled making his raise his brows. 

“Oh?” he asked curiously. 

“Yeah, I told her, “I’m bringing a date cousin and she laughed at me,” You said, getting all huffy just thinking about it again. “She said, “no really, I know you’re coming alone so I’ll just put you down for one”.” You said in a mocking voice as you truly despised the woman even though she was family. 

She was terrible. 

“Well, that's just rude,” Loki said honestly, patting your hand. “Shall we really rub it in their faces when we walk in?” He suggested and you couldn't help but grin up at him, resting your chin against his shoulder. 

“Can we please?” You asked honestly and he smiled.

“Certainly.” 

And rub it in you did. Loki made a big deal out of taking your coat and hanging it for you, escorting you to your seat, which was in the very back possible row, and standing next to you since, well, he wasn't given a seat but it didn't matter to him. He had his eyes on you the entire time. Of course, he looked away when you caught him, pretending to be occupied by his tie or shoes, flicking invisible lint from his suit. 

Your cousin had been surprised of course. 

Not only a man but a handsome one my, my. Of course, she insisted you must have hired him which prompted him to put an arm around your waist and pull you to him gently. 

“She doesn't need to buy my affection.” Was all he said, making you blush and him smile until your cousin finally left you alone. For some reason, a whole bunch of women came near him, asking him questions wanting to know what your relationship was. You said you were just friends but Loki always answered; 

“She’s my favorite human being.” 

The reception was tiring for you as you had to keep beating relatives away from your date when you went off to use the restroom or get food as he was getting swarmed. But he refused every offer to dance, blocked every advancement towards him romantically and you noticed his face remained in that stoic, half-lidded, uninterested state…

Until your eyes would meet. 

He never smiled when he was around these people but in his eyes, you saw him light up. Like you were the only thing in his entire world that mattered and it made you blush and run back to the bathroom. Had you read too much into it? Surely he was just teasing you, right? I mean you had tried asking him outright then chickened out instead, asking him to come to this awful place but he had taken so long to respond you figured he was trying to find a nice way to let you down easy.

But the way he smiled at you. 

The way he kept his hand near the small of your back, always hovering, never touching unless you were okay with it. The way you caught him looking at you when he thought you didn't notice or how he seemed to always want to hold your hand. Were you imagining things? You jumped when you heard a knock on the bathroom door and quickly pushed against it, not wanting anyone to see you freaking out. 

“Um-Occupied!” You said and heard a familiar voice in return. 

“y/n are you all right?” Loki asked through the door. The reception was at her cousin’s house so the restroom was, well, a bathroom. You hesitated before opening the door a crack, looking at him. 

“I’m fine, what about you?” You asked nonchalantly. 

Loki smiled softly at you and you felt your heart race, a jumpy feeling in your chest as your heart melted and exploded at the same time. “I’d be better without all your family members asking if I’m single.” He admitted, giving you a pleading look. “Can I hide in there with you for a moment? Nothing weird.” He insisted and you chuckled, opening the door to let him in. 

He slid in and pressed his back to the door until it closed letting out a long low breath as he did so. You looked at him with a weak smile and a nod, crossing your arms almost as if you were hugging yourself. 

“Yeah, same.” You said honestly and he gave you another of his soft smiles, opening his arms for you which you did not hesitate to go to, planting your face in his chest and groaning as he pat your back with a soft chuckle. “Ugh, I hate weddings.” You grumbled, muffled against his chest.

“I can see why,” He admitted. “Your family is...well...terrible.” He said honestly and you looked up at him. 

“Well they aren't all bad...the bad ones were just the only ones invited tonight.” You said as you honestly had some family members you would die for who had not been invited or simply hadn’t shown up. Your cousin was not a favorite. “I’ll take you to meet my good family sometime.” You said, looking up at him. 

“Now, now y/n.” He said. “I thought that was something one did on a fifth or sixth date?” He teased and you blushed, swatting him. He was such a tease. Being the God of mischief you supposed he had to be good at it. He smiled a bit before looking suddenly very shy. “I...I wouldn't mind if...we did…” he said. 

You blinked. 

Did he mean what you thought he meant? “You mean...date?” You asked to clarify and Loki rubbed the back of his head. He was so suave and confident that seeing him unsure was super cute. 

“I...may have had a profound realization recently that's made me...consider some things…” He said honestly, looking down at you with warmth in his eyes. You tilted your head at him, asking what he meant. “You’re the reason...the only reason why,” He said, brushing hair behind your ear. “I smile.” 

You blushed softly, looking down with a smile. “I...that's sweet,” you said. “And in the interest of transparency...I’d be okay with it...if we...yknow, dated.” You said honestly and he laughed, happily, giving you one of those one in a million dazzling smiles. 

“I’m glad you agree.”