Fear

He's still weird

Notes:

I KNOW

I KNOW

I said I might (MIGHT) update this Tuesday, but I've had hell of a week with school and everything, plus I gave you something else instead of this chapter so be happy :D

Really, though, I love the one-shot thing I uploaded (check it out, it's called ''Nightmare''), although it was better in my head O.o

The thing is Loki is an adorable little shit.

Thanks for all the amazing comments, I love you guys!

Now, read and enjoy, chapter 10 (which is feelsy)

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

You woke up in silence. Your body was tangled with the sheets, and when you tugged at them they wouldn't dislodge. They were stuck somewhere. You tugged again. Still stuck. You groaned and rolled over to fit under the covers.

Your body hit a warm wall. Somebody's back. Your eyes flew open.

You were in bed in the little room in the inn. Next to you in bed was Loki.

Next to you in bed was Loki.

You reached out and touched his pale skin. He was lying on his left shoulder, looking away from you, with the sheets twisted around him. You edged closer and snuck an arm around his warm body. He was breathing slowly, obviously asleep.

Sunlight was shining in through the window above the couch, you wondered what time it was.

"What time is it?" a drowsy voice wondered.

"I don't know. Did I wake you up?" you answered. Loki did that quick exhale laugh that was so cute.

"Yes, but I couldn't have awoken in a better way."

You blushed at his words. It felt like something had changed after yesterday; you understood Loki better now, you knew why he was acting so strangely around you—he liked you, a lot, and he'd done so for a while. He also needed someone by his side and of course you'd understand that. He always seemed to be alone. A pang of guilt shot through your heart as you realized how tough it must've been for him when you spent all your time with Thor, who initially didn't even want you in the palace.

"Breakfast?" Loki asked.

"That would be perfect."

Loki rolled over to face you. He looked sleepy, but happy.

"You know what?"

"No."

"I think we're going to have to call it brunch," he said with a joyful smile playing his lips. You laughed and cuddled up next to him. He reached around you to hold you, but grunted in pain when his shoulder told him otherwise.

"How is your shoulder?" you quietly asked. Loki sighed.

"It's worse than I thought. I'm lucky it's the left one, though, because I'm right-handed and I don't want any problems with swinging my sword," he answered and winked at you.

'What was that?' the little voice in your head asked you.

'A wink?'

'I mean the jolt in your stomach.'

A discussion with yourself was the last thing you wanted now. You were still unsure about what in the heavens you were doing in a bed with Loki, cuddling up to him voluntarily and actually enjoying his company, but it felt good.