Loki's POV:

I am no stranger to anger. Not even slightly. Being the younger brother of a loud, confident prince who was always destined for the throne while being looked over as the adopted faux Asgardian proved to be a good source for consistent anger and annoyance. But I had never felt anger in this way. Not because of its intensity, but because I couldn't figure out why. 

The avengers were all but interrogating me, granted, they were bound to have questions, but it was The Winter Soldier's question which set me off for a reason unknown to me.

Was I going to stay? Was I going to stay? At this point, I was pretty sure I didn't have an option. The part of me craving power had melted away unbeknownst to me over time, being washed away by the distraction of babysitting. But still, even if I would've wanted to escape, I couldn't anymore because of her.

Wanda Maximoff, who cared way too much about everything, decided she would take full responsibility for me and my actions. I was not a child. I don't need her protection, let alone deserve it.

I didn't even know if I wanted to make amends, if I wanted to escape, but now I was obliged to not or she would pay for it, and I fucking refused to ever let that happen.

The conversation had concluded rather abruptly, with all the avengers scattering into their rooms to gather their thoughts, I supposed, but I remained seated until the last of them was gone, the only one remaining being Wanda.

"Now you won't be-"

"Why did you do that?" I snapped, cutting her off as I clenched my jaw.

Confusion washed over her features, before the understanding dawned on her, and she furrowed her brows.

"I- Well I just wanted Fury to give you a less serious punishment, why is that a problem?" She asked, slightly taken aback.

"The problem, is that now you have control over my actions."

She scoffed in disbelief, "I have control over you? Don't be childish. And what, were you planning to do the same thing again? Take the Tesseract?"

"I don't need your protection," I seethed, watching her recoil in shock before storming out of the compound.

At this point, though, even I didn't know where my anger was directed, it felt aimless, and I hated how much it confused me. I hated how I felt like the anger wasn't anger, but me pushing away every other emotion. Anger was safe, anger provided control.

And in the moment, I'd prefer anger than emotions.

Wanda's POV

As soon as I left the compound, I instantly regretted it as I felt pouring rain rush down my body, and I shivered. But I had always loved the rain, and right now, I needed its peace. I sat on the stairs, letting the rain rush down my face.

I didn't understand why he was so mad over this, I had defended his case when I had no reason to. I could have so easily let Thor fly him out to Asgard, so easily forgotten about his existence and make that our final interaction.

Would I forget? A voice called in the back of my mind, despite how badly I wanted to shut it out. Because I knew damn well I wouldn't. The stupid God had worked his way into my life and I didn't know why. I deserved to be the angry one, to despise him for what he did to my team, to easily send him away to be locked up but I just couldn't.

The door clicked open. I groaned as I instantly knew who it was, and stood up, walking directly onto the grass as I refused to turn around despite the calls of my name.

"Wanda," he groaned, "I know you can hear me, can you stop?"

"Why, Loki?" I snapped, turning around, failing to hide a shiver as the cold water dropped onto my bare skin. At his lack of answer, I scoffed and turned around again before feeling a hand grab my arm.

"Wanda. Listen to me," he began, and I jerked my arm away.

"NO, I defend you and you get all pissed without reason and now? Now you want me to listen?"

"Without reason? I told you I don't need PROTECTION," he yelled, growing visibly annoyed as he swung a lock of his now wet black hair out of his face.

"And thats what you thought it was? You thought I did that to PROTECT you? It would be SO easy to let Thor take you to Asgard-"

"Well clearly it wasn't because YOU DIDN'T DO THAT, MAXIMOFF."

I didn't know whether I was ready to scream or burst into tears in that moment, because he was right. It wouldn't have been fucking easy or else I would have done it. But I wasn't going to tell him that there was a force in me so powerful that I couldn't let him be locked away so I could never see him again.

"Would you prefer to be in a cell? Would you prefer to never see me again?" The words fell out of my mouth before I could think about them, and I watched as his face scrunched up as if what I said would actually have affected him.

"You don't understand," he murmured, jaw clenched, and I felt a tear trickle down my cheek for God knows what reason. In that moment, I was so grateful for the rain masking every unwanted emotion I poured out.

"What don't I understand, Loki. I think I understand full well when I'm being pushed away," I whispered, voice more shaky then I intended it to be, "I know where I'm not wanted."

He groaned, looking to the side and swearing under his breath before he walked towards me, exhaling deeply.

"You are so frustrating and I don't know how I've dealt with you for so long," he began, catching my arm as I scoffed and prepared to walk away again.

"Loki I really don't-"

"Will you just shut up and listen to me," he ordered, voice deepening even more than I thought was possible and for some reason I was compelled to listen.

"Yeah, you annoy the fuck out of me sometimes and I hate how quick you are to defend me and forgive me when I fuck up. No, not even just me, how you're so forgiving when the universe insists on screwing with you and I wish I was that forgiving but I'm not. I hate how you take responsibility for me when even I wouldn't trust me. I hate how I liked babysitting with you, I hate how I liked being the one you relied on when you needed help. I hate how I liked watching you smile with them. Okay? I hate it, all of it."

He stopped for a second to breath. And for some reason, I could feel his hand grab my arm, and craved the warmth of it under the freezing cold. We were closer now, I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face and I so badly wanted to speak, but it felt like the air was knocked out of my lungs completely as the tears ran freely now.

"All of it, Wanda. But you know whats the worst part? The fucking worst part is I don't deserve you. I didn't deserve any of that, or anything you've done for me. And I hate it because I don't deserve it but I love it. I love being the one you defend, and the one who makes you smile. But I know you deserve so, so much better than me. But I still fucking want you, okay? Is that what you wanted from me, Wanda? I do want you, and I'm so fucking angry because I love you."

Loki's POV:

Every word I uttered poured out, until I couldn't think and my mind wouldn't keep up with my mouth as I spilled everything. Everything I didn't even know I was feeling myself.

I love you. And I did. I really did. A beat of silence passed, the only sounds being the pounding of the rain against us and the damp grass and our own breathing. I watched her face intently as she failed to hide the tears now streaming shamelessly down her cheeks. I didn't know if she was about to run anymore, but every fibre in my being told me to stay.

She walked forwards once. Pausing for a second to catch her breath as she shook her head slightly.

And I'm pretty sure I'd never forget the broken voice in which she whispered out the little phrase enough to fill my heart with warmth I thought wasn't possible.

"I love you too."

She practically launched herself into my arms, and I caught her without hesitation, as she smashed her lips to mine. A hand went to her waist, the other brushing gently through her now drenched hair.

As soon as she pulled away to breath, she erupted into giggles enough to make my heart melt as I put my forhead against hers, chuckling.

"Your such an idiot," she groaned, voice still weak as I wiped tear drops, mixed in with rain.

"Shhh, you'll ruin the moment," I whispered, causing her to fall back into a fit of laughter, before pushing her lips against mine again, the kiss gentler this time.

"I mean everything I said," I whispered when we pulled away, "I love you, Wans."

"I love you too, Lokes."

AN:

THE ANGRY LOVE CONFESSIONS IN THE RAIN TROPE >>>>

I loved writing this chapter so much and look at me posting twice in a dayyy.

Anyway so I've decided I might revamp this, but I'm not gonna change the writing nor the plot because its simply too much effort and you all seemed to not mind it how it was, so I'll probably just change some of the aesthetics.

BUT I've decided I'll probably do a part two because despite of my lack of motivation through this book, this last chapter has sparked it up again and I kind of want a fresh start.

Thank you so much for the support on this book, and I'll see you in the second <33