Taking Care Of The Avengers (Loki x Reader) (under edit)

14) Brace Yourself

"Ouch! Ow! Help me! Somebody, it's trying to kill me!" Pietro cried from his bedroom.

Loki was in the next room on the right, Wanda on the left and Thor was right across. It was very unfortunate for them, because they had to bear Pietro's shrieks when the sun hadn't even risen. Being 3 o'clock in the morning, Thor had been in a deep sleep, dreaming of running away from snakes even though he wanted to hug them, when he had dropped down a cliff and met an ogre named Throck. He didn't like that their names were so similar, so he was battling Throck.

"Help!" Pietro wailed. "It hurts!"

Loki's teeth were clenched so tightly that his jaw was shaking. Dark circles lined his eyes, and his thoughts bordered on homicide and painful, painful torture. It would be only then that Pietro's screams would sound like music to his ears. Plus, his mind was always on (Y/n). She had just come from a grueling mission that had lasted over a month, and she was absolutely exhausted. She had said hello to him before she fell on the couch, snoring loudly. At first, Loki so badly wanted to put a fake, severed head in her arms and let her wake up to the horror that she had killed someone in her sleep, but he just couldn't, damn it. She had some power over him that made her invulnerable to his pranks.

So, he had put the head in Bucky's hands instead.

But I digress. Loki had woken up to the shrill call of the Pietro, and he was mad.

"Shut up and go to sleep, you insolent pest, or by Odin's beard, I will be the one to kill you instead!" He roared.

A small whimper followed, and then silence. Loki smiled maliciously. He settled down, cuddling his pillow. He was on the brink of sleep when a loud screech— loud enough for the entire Tower to hear—yanked him away. Loki hissed under his breath.

It was in half-English and half-Sokovian, something along the lines of: "Hurts like Sokovian shitting on a rock - going to die soon - goodbye, cruel world - play Thrift shop during my funeral."

Loki was about to jump out and beat the little Sokovian speedster when Wanda beat him to it.

"Pietro! Go to sleep before I paralyze you!"

Everyone else woke up and they all lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling or contemplating murder. All except (Y/n) and Clint, both who were very heavy sleepers, inheriting such a gene from their father. It also helped that their rooms were the farthest and so, they were undisturbed.

Until everyone else started screaming at Pietro to shut up.

(Y/n), she was not a grumpy waker. She would get a little angry, but then forget about it the second she smelled breakfast. Clint, on the other hand, was like a sleeping Cassowary on drugs. He would gladly stick an arrow up someone's butt if they dared to wake him up.

And Clint? He. woke. up.

Startled by a particularly large curse word from Loki, Clint was pulled away from his sweet dreams, cowlick in his hair, crumpled pajamas, and dark circles under his eyes like a demon had possessed him, and a loud growl erupted from his throat. He pushed away his blanket, took up his bow, notched an arrow, and stalked out of the room.

"Who in the name of my sweet Baby Hawk's nest dares wake the Mother Hawk?!" Clint roared.

The entire floor grew silent as he paced it, checking each door. When he listened outside Thor's door, he could hear him practically cowering at the sound of the archer. He moved to the next door, and Thor let out a sigh of relief.
Clint reached Pietro's room, staring at the door with such resentment that it would've unhinged itself and run off screaming if it were alive. He kicked the door open, pointing his bow and arrow at the bed. Pietro's face was snuggled into the pillow, his hands cradling his jaw, crying out like a baby.