My time with Mischief

Hungover

The next morning as sunlight floods my room I groan loudly and cover my face with my pillow. Why is the sun SO LOUD.

My head is pounding so hard it feels like my brain is trying to break free from my skull and my throat is so dry. I timidly open my eyes, sit up and peer around my room, I see that my shoes have been placed neatly by my desk and my dress has been folded up and put with them. I look down and see that I'm wearing Bucky's clothes.

"Fuck!" I shout as flashbacks of last night fill my mind: the dancing with Loki, the shots with Peter, the speech... oh my god the speech. I wanna die. I remember trying to go outside, then nothing until I got to my room. Oh god. I asked Bucky to get me changed... that's it I'm moving out. This is so embarrassing. I flop face down on the bed and scream into my pillow, I can never look Bucky in the eyes again.

Once my melodramatic moment is over I sit back up and notice a glass of orange juice on the side with an aspirin and a note:
"Doll, drink this and take the aspirin. I think you're going to need it. Maybe next time you'll listen to me. Hope you don't feel too bad this morning though,
Mister Sergeant Barnes xx"

I die inside a little at the way he's signed off the note, I vaguely remember calling him that last night and it wasn't one of my finest moments. I text him a message to say thank you for helping me and leaving the juice and note.

I gladly take the aspirin, chug the orange juice and sit there with my head in my hands for an unknown amount of time. When I finally feel like I have enough strength to stand, I roll off of the bed and practically crawl into my bathroom to have a shower and wash my hair.

After the shower I feel a bit better but still very fragile. I put on some fresh pyjamas and shuffle my way downstairs to the kitchen to get some food.
Luckily nobody's in the kitchen because I absolutely do not have it in me to talk to anyone.

I make myself a tea and a whole lot of toast and head back to my room where I plan on staying for the rest of the day. I eat my breakfast whilst watching Netflix and when I'm done I just put my plate and my cup on the bedside table because the thought of leaving my room again is just a no go.

As I'm laying in bed feeling very sorry for myself there's a knock at my door.
"Come in..." I weakly call out.
The door opens and Loki pops his head in.
"Good morning darling, I thought I'd come in and check how my little mortal is feeling."
"Right now I'm feeling extremely mortal." I try to laugh but it just hurts my head more, I groan and curl up in my bed.

Loki walks over to where I am, crouches down and gently brushes my hair from my face. I reach my arm up and place my hand over his.

"Do you need anything?" Loki asks, looking genuinely concerned.
"No not really... I've taken an aspirin and I've eaten some toast, I just feel like death."
"Oh darling... I hate seeing you like this." He sighs, stroking his thumb over my knuckles.
I let go of his hand and held my arms out, pouting like a child.
"Use your words Safie." Loki laughs.
"Cuddles please, thank you."

Loki walks around to the other side of the bed, pulls back the covers and lays down next to me, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me close. I smile to myself, finding the idea of me spooning with the god of mischief absolutely hilarious.
He kisses my shoulder and nuzzles his face into my hair and the tender gesture makes my heart melt. I squeeze his hand that's resting on my stomach and he squeezes mine back whilst tensing his arm to keep me close. We lay there for a while and at some point we both drift off to sleep.

I wake up a couple of hours later, still wrapped in Loki's arms and I'm relieved to realise it no longer feels like my brains hatching an escape plan. I carefully turn around so I'm facing Loki and I'm in awe at how beautiful he looks when he's asleep, it's always taken me by surprise. His face is totally relaxed, his lips slightly parted and his breathing slow and soft. I reach my hand up and trace over his cheekbones with my fingertips before stroking his soft black curls. A small smile plays on his lips and his eyes softly flutter open. I feel my face heat as his icy blue eyes meet mine and his smile becomes more prominent.