➳ Oh, Well Imagine Marvel➳ FINISHED

Monsters•Loki

You're such a child."

"But can you still check?"

Loki makes a point to sigh heavily here. "There are no monsters in your closet, darling. Now go to sleep."

"Oh yeah? Why don't you open the closet, then?" you challenge, peeping over the blankets with eyes that dare him to check.

"Anything to prove you wrong."

The closet door swings open with an old creak of its hinges, revealing...

An orderly line of clothes held aloft with their hangars, shoes stacked neatly underneath.

"No monsters in here." Loki reassures you, leaning his head far into the dark space of the closet. "But if you count dust as a monstrosity, I would say your fate is sealed tonight."

"Very funny. Check under the bed."

"Good Gods, woman, how many times do I have to tell you-"

"Just check it!"

He groans in disbelief as he gets down all fours to peer underneath your mattress.

"Nothing. See, there's no such thing as-"

Suddenly he grips your hand, and you start, looking at his wild eyes.

"Something moved down there."

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The filtered morning light plays on your face, making you squint blearily. Sighing, you stretch your arms out until they crack in satisfaction. When you try to get up, however, you find that something on your middle section doesn't allow you to.

You look down to see a pair of arms wound tightly around your waist, and, bewildered, turn your head to see Loki sound asleep, with slow even breaths sending goosebumps up your neck.

You smirk, and lean over to yell into his ear. "No monsters under my bed, hmm?"

He nearly jumps out of the blankets, his grip around your waist now an iron lock. Loki's eyes give you a searing glare, which you smile innocently against.

"Speak of this to anyone, and you die."

"I think that'll happen pretty sooner than you think when I currently have all the life being choked out of me." you struggle to reply, nearly gasping for breath.

Loki's arms instantly pull you into his chest, and you sense his sharp chin settling on your shoulder.

"Would you rather have me or the monster under your bed for comfort?"

You laugh, kissing his knuckles with a brush of your lips. "I think you need me to reassure you much more than I need you."

"Don't be so petty, darling, it doesn't suit you."

"Says the drama queen who insists that his clothes aren't green."

"It's emerald!"

"Go to sleep, leprechaun."