That night, as they lay in each other's arms, waiting for sleep to claim them, they realised something.
Each craved touch, and affection.
Without telling the other, they resolved to show more feelings.
Feelings other than hugs, and cuddles, and occasional hair strokes, or stomach rubs.
The stomach rub was a one-off, though. It was only because she'd given him internal bruising.
They had both enjoyed it, and Loki wanted another one.
He had a cunning plan.
Loki suddenly doubled up in pain, grunting and groaning.
'What's wrong?'
'I'm - fine.'
'It's your stomach, isn't it?'
'Hon-honest, - I'm - fine.'
'Would you like me to rub your stomach?'
'Yes - please.'
Savannah was quite worried. Loki had seemed fine before, so what could be wrong?
Loki whimpered, and Savannah frowned. He was in a lot of pain, and it was probably all her fault.
She leaned forward, and whispered-
'Sorry, Loki.'
He went rigid, suddenly, before going limp in her arms.
Loki really was in a lot of pain.
This hadn't been part of the plan, at all, and he had meant to start tomorrow.
The convulsions shook his body, again, and he moaned in pain.
Cramps were spasming in his stomach, and he was struggling to breathe again.
Savannah froze.
What should she do?
She couldn't leave him, and JARVIS was broken.
Next to her, Loki whimpered.
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Winter Sunshine
FanfictionSavannah Winters works for SHIELD, for the Avengers, for the sake of Earth. Right? But she is sitting in the bath, idly watching blood trickle down her wrists for the first time in ten years, when the phone rings. Loki is back, but somehow, not th...
