Nico di angelo meets the avengers

Pfffff *insert title*

Can I remember what I've written previously? No
Am I procrastinating doing an essay? Yes absolutely

*Swearing, like a fair amount*

Not edited, have fun trying to decipher my bullshit.

Also like a ridiculous amount of POV changes, why did I start writing it like that in the first place?
Who knows, well past me knows but that was like.... *counts on hands*..... a long time ago!

Nico POV

Heading back to my room I heard Loki trailing after me, his feet shuffling across the carpet. Loki didn't shuffle, he was an arrogant bastard with too big an ego... but yet it was like he was a different person.
No snarky comments, no claims of power, just a shell. Surely prison couldn't have fucked with him that bad right? Although, my time in that pot gave me its fair share of trauma. Maybe something like that happened to him... and yet I just couldn't imagine Thor letting that happen. Not to his brother, not to family. He wouldn't hurt him like that he's not a monster (like me). He's not cruel.

Reaching the door to my room I turned, waiting die his reaction. He barely looked up, he looked small fragile, sad. I scoffed. Something had to shift we couldn't have two degrees bastards in this team, no not a team a collection of individuals, oh who am I kidding.

Tiring of his slowness I dragged him by the shirt and tossed him into my *the* room.
'What's wrong with you' I growled

Loki POV
After being ignored, beaten and sighed at he has the gall to ask me what's wrong? Where was that a couple of years ago? Where was he when I needed him? Where was anyone? I was on my own brainwashed and forced to hurt the people I cared about and you wernt there! Did I say any of that though? No of course I didn't, I was tired and I can feel myself giving up.

I sighed, looking at his hand pinning me up against a wall thinking about how to answer. 'Did you ever tell Will how you felt about him?' A sharp pain fell upon my face, I could smell iron and taste my own blood. But it didn't hurt, well it did but it felt good in a strange way. He looked pissed beyond belief and I cracked a smile.

'Ah, didn't go so well I take it, what happened? He say no?' His grip on my shirt grew tighter, his nails digging dangerously into my skin

'Well I supposed thats to be expected, your not exactly the best person to be around are you? Everything you touch turns to ash' I snarled

I was lying of course, but I was angry and hurting and what was happening to me wasn't fair. It wasn't, I didn't deserve that. I couldn't have...

I don't know what I wanted him to do or feel, maybe I just wanted him to hurt me more. Maybe I wanted him to realise there was something wrong with me.

Maybe I wanted to know why there were tears in his eyes?

Nico POV
My breath was heavy, every syllable coming out of his mouth was like a stab wound. I tried to remind myself that this want him, but i had already punched him once and he was saying everything that I was thinking.

I reached for my shadows, thinking about all the ways I was more powerful than him, all the ways I could hurt him, all the ways I could become the monster people thought I was.

Loki POV
I closed my eyes, expecting another blow but what I got instead was much... softer? I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding and looked down. He was... hugging me?

Nico POV

I had a choice and I made it. I wasn't a monster. I know I wasn't. I did want this hug to be over as quickly as possible though beacuse *ew*. Loki was worth my discomfort though, at least for about 10 seconds.

'You tell me what's wrong, I'm not hurting you anymore?' I asked, perhaps softer than I had meant to.

He just stood there, some semblance of life making its way into his brown eyes.
Wait... brown eyes?
I could swear I remeber them being blue.