LokixReader // Avengers fanfiction

Chapter 18

Sitting on the couch watching the news, paying it no attention, you tried to think of a tactic that would make Loki talk to you. 

You could give him your best puppy dog eyes!  No....his are better anyway. 

You could demand answers....well that didn't work out so well the last time.  Its probably not what he needs anyway.

You could sit with him and bug him until he does talk.  That might work. Or you could be tactical and persuade him....

It somehow all felt helpless. But you simply couldn't bring yourself to mind your own business. Loki wouldn't want help from anyone, and you thought you had the best chance at persuading him. You thought if only you knew what caused his pain, you could help relieve it.

He clearly didn't share this belief. Or maybe it was just that he was to stubborn to admit he needed help and he had weaknesses too.

You snapped yourself out of your thoughts and looked around.  Clint and Natasha seemed to be enjoying themselves at the little bar while Steve and Tony were satting on either side of you.  Thor was at Asgard doing God knows what.  No pun intended.

You smiled at your family, for that is what you came to think of them as. 

You knew Loki was probably sulking in your room, so you heaved yourself up and started walking down that way, feeling more cooled off and ready to be sensible. You only hoped he was in the same mood.

But evidently he was not.

When you got to the room and opened the door, you found Loki on the bed reading. He didn't even glance up at you, but you felt the cold, intended silence.

You walked over to the bed and sat down next to him and sighed.  

"Loki, you're killing me." 

 This made him glance up at you for a second and say, "No, darling, you're killing me." 

You took the book out of his hands and received a cold glare.  "Loki, for God's sake! This is childish... I think."

This made his face crack into an amused smile. "Oh, really?" He replied tauntingly.

An unwilling smile formed on your own lips. "Do you just enjoy argumentation or something?"

"Hmm, well, sometimes I can't help myself. You do look ravishing when you become enraged."

"You're doing a great job with enraging," you retorted, ignoring his attempt at distracting you. "Loki, I want to talk about last night. Please?"

He gave you a long, measured stare. There was look in his eye. . . a hint of consideration. He looked just about as vulnerable as you had ever seen him. 

Finally, he shook his head, and the look was gone. 

Damn,  I thought he would talk to me.

"Please?"  You said, trying the puppy dog eye method. He gave you his best puppy stare in return and you broke first, wrapping your arms around him and sighing.

Damn his stupid freaking puppy eyes! Why does he have to be so adorable?

You pulled away just enough to kiss him. It was a few moments before you ended it, pressing your forehead against his as you caught your breath. His eyes were still closed, his hands still tangled in your hair. Yours were on either side of his face, your thumbs tracing the length of his sharp cheekbones. He relished the gentle delicacy of your touch. 

A mischievous thought occurred to you, and you pecked his lips again before pulling away. "That was nice," you commented causally.

The smirk on your face made him wonder if you had just poisoned him or something. "Uh, yes," he agreed skeptically. 

"I'm not kissing you again until you spill your heart out to me." Though the words were quite obviously not meant to be taken as anything but a joke, Loki nodded seriously. 

"Of course. If it's my heart you want, it's yours," he purred silkily, playing along. 

You coughed. "It's gonna be very hard to keep to my word if you use that tone of voice with me ever again."

Naturally, that's precisely where he wanted you. This time when he kissed you, it was filled with a sort of longing. Through the fog in your head, you suddenly realized that this was a particularly smooth attempt at distracting you again. "Hey!" you exclaimed, pulling away. "Don't distract with your charming accent and deep voice."

He grinned. You punched his shoulder. But the smile on his face and the playful atmosphere didn't last very long. He took a deep breath and leaned back against the pillows, pulling you down with him. When you pressed your head to his chest, you noted his heart rate was faster than it should have been. "I trust you," he murmured. "I just. . .haven't had this with another. Forgive me if I seem unforthcoming." 

"I know. I'm sorry if I'm impatient. It doesn't seem like it, but we haven't known one another for all that long, so if you aren't ready to talk about--"

"I'll tell you everything." 

The proclamation surprised you somewhat. You nodded, remaining pressed closely to his chest, where his heartbeat betrayed his nervousness. 

He told you about when he was young, how his father favored Thor, how deeply it cut him, how he figured out he was adopted and lied to all those years, and about some of his more poorly thought out plans to win some kind of hallow approval. He'd been unable to cope, in the end of it all.

He let himself fall into never ending darkness only to be found by horrible monsters who used him to try and get the Tesseract. He was, as he voiced it, terribly confused for a very long time.

The conversation took a long time to get through, and when he finished he seemed drained, tired and hurt. There seemed to be nothing to do but hold each other, clinging to what little of the present made sense. 

His nightmares made perfect sense to you now. It would be enough to give anyone trouble sleeping at night.  You were only surprised it didn't effect him when he was awake.

You hadn't realized you had fallen asleep until you found yourself waking back up. Loki was passed out next to you. You didn't want to wake him, so you stayed there, gently running your fingers through his long dark hair.

He wasn't a heavy sleeper at all, but somehow this small gesture didn't wake him.  

After a little while longer of staying like that, he finally woke up and looked up at you.  You leaned down and kissed him softly, comfortingly.

"Its got to be almost dinner time.  Are you hungry?" You asked him.  

"No, but you are," he commented. Your stomach wasn't exactly being quiet.

"I am. Are you going to stay here or come down with me?" You asked him, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively.

He smiled his charming smile at you, a cover up for how drained he felt. "I'll stay here." 

You nodded knowingly and kissed him again.

You felt a little drained yourself as you slumped down stairs and headed for the kitchen where everyone was seated but Clint.

"Hey, I was about to come get you. Where is Loki?" Clint asked, and then took a good look at you. "You alright?" He added.

You smiled at him.  He was adorable when he looked confused. "Yeah, I'm fine. Loki didn't want to eat."  

"So I guess you got him to talk to you?" he observed, to which you nodded and dismissed the subject.

You walked over to the table and took your seat, really feeling the hunger now that you smelt food.  Tony's chief made chicken, gravy and mashed potatoes. It looked amazing.

Okay here is the next chapter guys!!  I hope you are enjoying it.  I can't tell you how much it means to me that you guys are reading my story!  I wish fluffy unicorn kittens to each and every one of you.