In-between Love Sweat And Tears (Loki Short Stories And One Shots)

Recovery pt. 2

(Nothing romantic when I say Bucky x Y/N. But might be more of  jealous Loki x Y/n)

It has been a long month for you to be unable to do anything more than /rest/. It was around August now, but it was humid when it wasn't cold, the weather was flopping back and forth.

During that time you had gotten your sight back, but you had to be careful with not getting light directly in them. When you finally got to see yourself, you couldn't stop the heat rushing to your cheeks.
Loki had been doing more than you thought, as you were in his colors and looked more stylish than you had thought you'd be (not to mention your hair looked bouncier and softer than you had ever managed to get it to be).
Almost unable to hide his pride, Loki winked to you softly as you turned to look at him, before you shyly pulled the front of your shirt open.

He had been helping you put on really nice looking underwear, and you hadn't even known! Since when did they have bras with these kinds of designs?!

Apart from the shock of having on really nice clothing that you liked, you were also happy that you could actually see Loki again. And the others too, you guessed, but mostly Loki.

However, still recovering meant nothing strenuous or overly exciting, so you were feeling pent up. You couldn't even exercise unless it was calm walking or something that barely required you to strain.

And that's what you were doing. Carefully sitting on a large blue medicine ball from the home gym Tony had in the compound, you let your mind wander as you were looking out of the gigantic window from the main lounge. How were you supposed to function if you were holed up in a building like a hamerster in a cage? Except the cage was really big and inhabited by other hamsters, and you were in a mobile ball within that.

You sighed quietly, but you were at least happy that Loki was able to go and do things. He didn't need to be holed up with you more than he already was. He's still a God with his own life problems and stuff. And currently he was with Thor, having some family matters to deal with that you knew you didn't need to intrude on.
Looking down at your hands, you traced your palms slowly with your thumbs. The scars had nearly faded now, and you were back to normal. Your stomach, though..

Lifting your shirt up slowly, your dance your fingers along the three different sized dots that scarred your stomach. You could have died from all the blood that had been lost, and the slight intestine tearing. You thought about everyone that had been involved, your mind wandering to the little kid and the kitten. At least they were okay, hopefully. And the hurricane had killed a few people, but none of the ones within your safety barrier.

Rocking back and forth slowly on the medicine ball, you drop your shirt and close your eyes. Maybe Loki could teach you how to speak Asgardian, or maybe even Thor. You should definitely up your actual society skills. "Ugh... It would be a lot easier to do this if I wasn't a danger to everyone as soon as Im outside." You mumble sadly. At least before you discovered your /actual flaw/ you had freedom. You missed those early morning walks with Loki, away from everyone and enjoying watching him listening to music with you before the sun began to rise. (Even though he complained about how chaotic your music order was, he was still very much enjoying it. He loved Gorillaz and MCR, and plenty of the classical music you also had, that's for sure.)

Hearing footsteps, you carefully roll the ball until you're sitting on top of it properly, and look over to find a messy bed head Bucky coming downstairs. He looked like he had just woken up, and was rotating his metal arm until you heard a click locking it in place. Seeing you after a few sleepy blinks, Bucky nods to you. "Morning, Y/N. Any breakfast ready?" "Well, not really, no." "What's a 'not really'?" "There's bread you can toast. I'm not allowed to cook." "Damn. I'm going to steal some applesauce then."