Bucky x Loki Oneshots

Restless Nights

Request: "Maybe where Loki has to live with the Avengers in the tower and Bucky joins in, or the other way around...?"

Genre: emotional hurt/comfort, fluff
Warnings: none

A/N: let's all just pretend that this has a plot. I'm very much aware that it doesn't. But let's just do. After months of not writing I gotta get into it again and it's not easy at all like how are people doing that?

Do y'all want drabbles? Like really short ones? I really need to get back into writing lmao

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It was one of those nights where Bucky woke up in panic from yet another nightmare that haunted his mind. He was breathing heavily as his eyes wandered through his dark room of the Stark Tower. He hated this place, despite it being Steve's new home. Bucky thought it to be nice of his friend to convince Tony to let him stay in the tower for a while, until he felt like he could trust his own mind again, but these grey walls surrounding him like prison cells did the exact opposite. 

Every time he would wake up thinking he was back in his once "beloved" Hydra cell, waiting for his keeper to come and get him. But they never did. He remembered Steve and the brown haired woman, what was her name again?- ah, Wanda- tell him to get some plants but he just shook his head. What was he supposed to do with plants? They'd told him they would cheer him up and keep him company. According to Stark his room needed a little bit of "green" but all Bucky needed was comfort and right now his enviroment couldn't provide it.

Bucky stretched his aching back and swung his legs over the bed. He looked down at his alarm clock, frowning. "2am." he sighed and let his flesh hand run through his hair. "Again." and stood up. Bucky didn't bother throwing on a t-shirt since he was probably the only one currently awake. So there he was, standing in the middle of his room in nothing but his black running shorts that he forgot to get rid of before going to bed earlier at night. He wondered if it was the lack of sleep that was slowly getting to him, making him slowly lose his mind.   

"God, I hate this." Bucky mumbled, more to himself than to anyone in particular. There were days when he just needed to let it slip past his lips. Somewhere where no one would hear him and his constant struggle. He's been trying so hard to keep up his facade and he wont start letting it fall infront of anyone now. Especially not Steve. This punk has been over him like a mother hen. And that needed to stop.

Bucky stretched his aching muscles one more time, letting some of his old bones crack in the process and shuffled through his now open door straight to the where he remembered the kitchen was. It had taken him weeks trying to find his room again in this big glass and stone labyrinth that Stark called his home. One time he thought about asking Tony for a floor plan but as it turned out the friendly man in the walls, Jarvis he thinks he was called, was glad to help him find it at any times. 

On his way Bucky stopped dead in his tracks, almost looking like a deer caught in the headlights as he heard Thors deep but cheerful laughter coming from the exact same spot he was currently aiming for: the kitchen. Great, Bucky thought. He liked Thor, he liked his positive attitude towards everything but right now all Bucky needed was some peace and quiet. Especially since his exhausted body possibly couldn't keep up with any form of conversation. On the other hand he really needed something to drink. Maybe Stark had left over some orange juice in the morning that he could get? 

"Sergeant Barnes!" Thor boomed gleefully as he saw the ex-assassin enter the kitchen. He couldn't help but smirk at his brown ruffled bed hair, almost making the once most feared man look like an adorable puppy. 
Bucky winced at the sudden light that was shining brightly and hurting his eyes just a little bit. He tried seeing past the white veil that blocked his vision, giving Thor a small smile and a light huff in response. He could make out the sillouette of yet another man sitting next to Thor at the dinner table and and gave him the typical "awkward white people smile", as Peter had called it once.