A Tale of Mischief and Mutants part 2

Embarrassing

—-Loki—-

I wake up to the sound of hushed whispering and laughing. I'm not really sure where I am but I am comfortable here, there's weight leaning up against my side in an almost reassuring way and the blanket is just the right temperature. I groan not wanting to be awake yet and pull the blanket over my head this seems to cause the laughter to rise for whatever reason.

This shakes my grogginess away slightly and I suddenly remember I fell asleep in the Quinjet. Now I'm confused. I definitely didn't summon a blanket. Did I somehow take off my cape in my sleep?

"They're so cute."

I immediately identify the voice as belonging to Peter and snap fully awake sitting up and pushing the 'blanket' off of me. I see Peter holding his cellphone standing near him are Wilson, Bucky, and Natasha. Peter jumps back.

"Uh oh busted!"

He quickly retreats into the Quinjet's cockpit. My other three teammates aren't as wise and stand there looking sheepish. I'm very confused until I look down at the 'blanket' and see that it is red and not green, or black like Sam's cape is sometimes. I immediately recognize it as belonging to my brother.

'THAT OAF!' I stand up though I'm still quite tired and my magic is somewhat drained, I summon a dagger into my hand. I'm so embarrassed! Why is he so clueless as not to see how embarrassing him doing things like this is?! Or does he know and simply not care? Whatever the reason I'm beyond simple frustration.

"THOR!!!"

I feel someone grab my hand from behind me. I look back to see Sam looking at me only half awake she sounds groggy. I now realize the weight I shrugged off before was Sam at my side under the cape.

"Shhh why're you so loud? Also I was using that."

My embarrassed rage is set aside for a second. She's no longer panicking at all in fact the only thing wrong right now is how grumpy she looks. I smile slightly. I'm glad she's feeling better. I speak softly.

"I'm sorry love, here."

I pick the cape up off the floor and drape it over her. She seems to go right back to sleep. I hear more giggling and turn to my three teammates glaring at them. I use a hushed yell.

"What?!"

Natasha answers smiling mischievously she also keeps her voice down.

"Nothing, nothing at all."

I walk off to find Thor and hear the others burst out laughing behind me. I glare back and they go silent again. 'Good.' 'Sam's trying to sleep.' Taking a look around the room I realize that he's either in the restroom or the cockpit there's nowhere else to go unless he decided to fly back. I look in the latter. Peter sees me enter.

"You're in for it now."

I'm a bit vexed with Peter too he obviously took photographs or videos of me while I slept. Why else would he have been holding his phone like that?!

"So are you if you post anything Parker!"

He looks a little panicked for a second before doing his best to lie to my face.

"You got it bud. I won't post anything anywhere."

I'm exasperated and anxious at his terrible attempt to lie to me. I rub the bridge of my nose in exasperation and embarrassment. He has a rather large social media following and the image may have been seen by thousands by now if he's posted it anywhere already.

"Peter...  exactly how many images did you post?"

He looks ashamed of himself then speaks quickly.

"Uhhhh...  just two, and in a private group chat. I'll take it down, I'm really sorry. You two were just so adorable and I wanted to show the rest of the team."

He looks afraid he's actually taken things too far. I sigh. I can't stay too mad at him even if he had posted them somewhere more public I could stand to suffer the positive publicity.

"Alright, just get them down and delete them."

"You got it. ...so are we cool?"

He looks really worried. I smile slightly.

"Of course."

His expression floods with relief and he smiles.

"I'm gonna go find Sam."

I nod but warn him she might not make the best company at the moment.

"She's probably still asleep."

He nods.

"I'll go check."

I watch him leave and turn back to my brother who's sitting in the copilot seat next to Steve. My embarrassment comes back to me. I point towards him with the tip of my dagger.

"Don't think I forgot about you!"

"Now brother let's talk about this Steve's-"

"Ah yes hiding behind Rogers' skirt! You think I'm that afraid of a write up?!"

I lunge for him and he dodges out of the way this simply causes Steve to roll his eyes and put the plane on autopilot so he can get out of the way of our scuffle. He sounds tired like he's been dealing with arguments all day and knowing Wilson and Bucky he probably has.

"Thor, what did you do?"

Thor dodges another strike from me.

"Me?! He's the one attacking me with the dagger!"

Steve looks like he's very much not in the mood to be filling out write up slips.

"We both know that, him stabbing you doesn't really hurt you that much at all and that he doesn't usually do this unless you instigated it."

Thor fails to dodge my next swing and grumbles in annoyance.

"Loki why?"

I smile somewhat satisfied with being able to cause him minor pain and inconvenience.

"You know exactly why!"

I turn to walk away. I mutter mostly to myself.

"Norns it's embarrassing."

Thor calls out from behind me.

"Loki wait! I'm sorry!"

I stop at that and turn back around to yell at him once more. He really embarrassed me! Maybe if he'd done something like this in private it wouldn't be a problem but he did this in a Quinjet full of our teammates. He pulls my dagger from his side rubbing it on the shirt he wears beneath his armor to clean it and holds it's handle side towards me to take back. I'm very confused by this he's never handed me my dagger back before. 'Does he want to get stabbed again?!'

"What?"

"I was being an oaf I knew that it would embarrass you but I did it anyway. I'm sorry."

I try to remain angry but Thor is genuine in his apology. I know he was aware that it would embarrass me but that he didn't really understand how much until right now. He probably thought me getting better sleep by being comfortable would outweigh the embarrassment.

Witless boneheaded yet frustratingly endearing brother! I can't stop my treacherous lips from curling up slightly I quickly pull a frown, though I know he's already seen the smile. I grab my dagger from his hand.

"Whatever, my embarrassment was trivial anyway."

He smiles knowingly.

"Of course it was."

I swiftly leave the room somehow feeling a little less embarrassed and a bit happy. Though my brother is an idiot in his expression of the sentiment, it's obvious he loves me. There was a time in my life I wasn't sure he ever could again. Looking back I was the fool for thinking he ever stopped.