Loki one shots 💚

Sing Me To Sleep

(it's a short little anxiety fic)

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Growing up, you'd always had anxiety. From middle school till current times, it was a major factor in your health and your life.

Being a part of the Avengers was one of the best decisions you've ever made, but the worst at the same time.

A lot of the missions triggered your anxiety, either during or afterwards, but the aftermath is what would really get you.

It made it hard to relax, or even think without being plagued with some horrible thoughts that would lead to panic attacks.

Sleeping was even worse. Being stuck in a state where your mind conjured up multiple possibilities by means of your dreams was a pain like no other, one that left you waking up in a cold sweat every other night.

Loki was well aware of your anxiety, even before your relationship. You were jumpy, always looking over your shoulder, and were constantly hearing sounds and getting paranoid, even though no one else heard anything.

He also knew of the times when you'd be up in the middle of the night because of some night terror, one that agitated you too much to go back to sleep, or how sometimes, you wouldn't even go to sleep at all.

When the two of you started dating, those restless nights had reduced by a great amount. Having a companion in bed with you began to slowly ease the nighttime effects of your anxiety, but they didn't go away completely.

Sometimes, things that happened earlier in the day, week, or sometimes, even the month, would come back in your sleep to haunt you, so to speak.

Just like tonight.

Two days prior, you and Loki were sent on an important mission, and truth be told, the second half didn't go nearly as smoothly as was planned. It was supposed to be an easy escape, but someone had shot at a beam underneath you and you'd been trapped underneath it while Loki was getting ambushed by other people, and it had sent you into a spiral once you'd finally gotten free and retreated safely to the Quinjet.

However, just because the problem was solved physically, meant in no way that it was solved mentally.

It took you practically the entire remainder of the day to recover from your shaken mindset, even going as far as not sleeping that night.

You felt better the next day, and the day after that. It was just like any other night now, sleeping with Loki right next to you, one of his arms draped over your hip as the two of you slept peacefully on your sides.

And then, it wasn't so peaceful anymore.

You jolted awake in the middle of the night, pried from your sleep due to some disturbing memory of that mission--with added, even worse than what really happened scenarios, because for some reason, that's how the brain works--and quickly sat upright, grasping at the sheets as you gasped for the breath you didn't seem to have.

Loki instantly woke up when he felt you panicking and thrashing, shoving the covers off of his body to get to you.

"Darling-" his hands grasped your arms, trying to get you to hold still, but you were incredibly strong in situations like this.

"Loki, I'm stuck, I'm stuck!" You cried, trying to rip away the sheets that were entangled with your body. They felt more like a suffocating trap than something to keep you warm.

"Get me out! Help me!"

Loki paused for the briefest second before realizing what you were referring to, tugging the bedsheets off of you and unraveling your legs from them.

"I can't breathe," you choked out, your brain hazy, heart racing dangerously, unable to yet separate your mind from reality, the two of them mixed in a blurred line. "Loki-"

"(Y/n), look at me," he said, tipping your chin up, his green eyes staring into yours with worry as his hands rubbed up and down your arms in a calming manner. "You're safe. You're not stuck. Nothing's harming you. You're fine."

Although you tried to listen to his words, let them soothe you, it was like they were going in one ear and out of the other. You were watching as his lips moved, but it was like your ears were moving, preventing you from truly hearing him.

"It's not working," you panted, squeezing one of the pillows on the bed as tears began to burn in the process of reaching the surface.

You were distraught, and so was Loki, seeing as his usual tricks weren't working.

Just when you thought you were going to pass out from hyperventilation, you heard another noise pull you out of your head.

It wasn't loud or abrupt, but it was gentle and rolled in steadily and smoothly, filling your ears and senses with a small feeling of tranquility.

When your vision cleared and your eyes flickered back up, the source of the sound was identified.

It was Loki.

He had started singing, his voice delicate and warm.

He had your hands in his, squeezing them every now and then as the lyrics rolled off of his tongue with ease. You were so entranced with his singing that you managed to regulate your breathing by simply not focusing on it at all.

You had no clue in the world what he was singing, the words were in a different language and it was nothing like you've ever heard before, but whatever it was, it was helping tremendously.

The tears that had escaped your eyes began to dry on your face, and you found yourself being closer to Loki's body as his arms enveloped you protectively, rocking you from side to side while singing to you.

He kept on going, feeling your body gradually relax against him as your mind registered that you weren't in any danger, melting against him as he felt your full body weight against him.

Your eyes began to droop, feeling heavy as the lullaby repeated and gave you a hug of its own.

And you welcomed it with arms wide open.