Loki's forbidden love

Moving on

I woke up in the morning, the sun shining onto my bare legs through the floor-to-wall windows. I looked over, a small panic in my chest when I realised I spent the night in Bucky's room. I stayed on the sofa most of the night, occasionally getting up to wake Bucky from his nightmares. I felt horrible for him, I used to have nightmares after my mother died: but the ones he was having seemed a lot more brutal.

He must have been up a while because his bed was made and there was an empty coffee cup on his bed-side table. I got up and was about to go to my room when I heard a knock at the door. My heart jumped in my chest, nothing has happened but it didn't look too good from an outside perspective.

I was just going to not reply to the person at the door but they kept knocking. "Bucky? Are you awake?" It was Steve. I got up and opened the door, suddenly feeling very aware that I was in dangerously skimpy pyjamas. He stared down at me: the height difference was laughable. "Uhhh Leia..... good morning?" He blushed and looked away, always a gentleman.

"Ok before you get mad," I stepped aside, letting him come in and see that I had been on the sofa and not the bed, " I slept on the sofa, he was waking up every hour or so screaming, I was just here as support. Nothing happened" he looked at me and let out a breathe that he had been holding since I opened the door, shocking him a bit.

"You don't have to explain yourself to me Leia. But thank you for helping him". Steve seemed almost like a carer for Bucky, not like a dad but like a mentor; it was kind of sweet. "I don't actually know where he is though, I woke up and he was already gone" I shrugged my shoulders and started to fold up the sofa bed.

"Ok well I'm gonna go try find him in the gym, by Leia" he gave a little nod and left, closing the door quietly behind him. I picked up the metal pull out bed and folded it over into the frame of the sofa.
As I let go of it, I trapped my hand in between the metal bar and the sofa, letting out a high pitched shriek. I probably woke up the whole tower.

Just then, someone came running through, Bucky. "Jesus Leia why did you-" his eyes scanned the room and landed on me, sat on the floor with my foot against the sofa, trying to pull my hand away. "Stop! what are you doing? Are you trying to make it worse?" He walked towards me and grabbed the metal bar. "Ready? One.... two.... three" he pulled the bar up and I removed my hand.

He was more counting so I could prepare for the pain rather than so he could lift the beg quickly, it must have been super light compared to when he usually lifts. I sat on the floor for a second, looking at my mangled hand. "Thanks buck" I looked up at him, he held out his hand and I grabbed it with my other one , getting onto my feet.

"Sit down on my bed for a second" I hesitated and then walked over and sat down, watching him hastily putting the pillows back on the now folded sofa bed. He crouched down on the floor next to the bed and held out a hand. "May I?" I held my bad hand out towards him, sucking in a sharp breath. He started to press on different parts of my hand, asking how bad the pain was.

"How do you even know how to do this?"

"I had a lot of injuries I had to tend to by myself when I was in hiding." He replied, not looking away from my hand. He pressed down on a part of my hand that left me flinching back. "It might be broken" he let go of my hand. "Yeh I should go see banner, if he wasn't awake before, there's a good chance he is now, I was pretty loud." I laughed as I went towards the door.

I could feel his eyes on me as I walked away.

***

I went into the kitchen to finally get some breakfast, I had a brace on my hand, holding it together. "Ouch , that looks bad. What happened Leia?" Nat was stood with Bucky by the kitchen island. "Oh I-" before I could finish, Bucky answered for me. "She stayed on my sofa last night and trapped her hand." Nat gave me a smirk and changed the subject again.

"So it's broken?" I nodded. "It's funny because I've never really broken a bone." Then I remembered, Thor and Loki, I broke my ribs and my leg. "Actually that's not true. Loki broke my ribs and my leg" I said, acid in my voice. I grabbed an apple and a protein bar and headed down to the gym.

"Woah woah hold on" Thor stopped me in the corridor. "You can't go to the gym and train with a broken hand Leia" I shrugged him off and continued walking towards the gym. He caught up with me, walking in perfect time. "Oh so your ignoring me now? C'mon Leia what's wrong?"

I looked up at him, angry tears in my eyes. "I want him dead. Permanently this time" there it was again. That stupid look plastered all over his face whenever I brought up Loki. It's like he's trying to hide something. Honestly the last 2 days I've felt so much better, but at the same time , Thor hasn't felt great at all.

It's almost as if we switched. I mean I can understand if he missed his brother. But not if that brother is Loki... I mean I won't ever understand it but they were so close and seemed to love each other. But Loki was always a monster and not even his death changed that. Probably because he just came back and didn't say a word about it.

That's what angered me the most about Loki. He disappeared and Thor mourned for him for WEEKS. He was miserable, well at least that's what I had heard from everyone else including Thor. He's not the kind of man to pour his feelings out , even to me but when he's drunk, he has no filter so I find out a lot more when we drink.

Loki was always a bad person and I had to just get on with him on the few occasions that I had to make small talk with him in family gatherings when I was younger. But now he was in possession of something that could potentially destroy earth, or everything. Hell we don't even know what this thing can do. I'm not even sure he knows.

I walked away towards my room, after standing around with Thor, both of us deep in thought, not saying a word. I got in the shower, trying to wash away some of the anger and avoiding getting my hand wet