Loki Laufeyson x Reader

... Can make the light brighter

You woke up and noticed your bandages were still really tight. You exhaled and looked around, pushing hair out of your face.

Loki was sitting in a chair, adjacent to your bed. A book open on his stomach.

He fell asleep with you like you asked.

You didn't wake him as you leave your room. People were everywhere.

Tony was snuggled up on Steve. Which was hella adorable.

Abbie was asleep on Thor. He waved making a gesture to be quiet.

Natasha and Clint probably went to there rooms.

Peter and Scott were on the couch.

It was hilarious.

Tom walked up and put a hand on your shoulder. "I took a picture. It lasts longer."

You smiled and went to the kitchen, making coffee for the both of you.

"This is so great, I mean making movies about this. It would be more comedy then action."

You shrug. "Yeah. It gets annoying though."

Bucky walked in kissing the top of your head. "Morning."

You yawn. "Hey."

Loki trailed in with an adorable bed head. He saw down taking a cup and getting coffee. He kissed your cheek as you sip yours. "Good morning."

"Good morning." your smiled faded as your bandages started to stick to your skin. It was annoying and hard to move.

They gave me a booklet on how to heal quicker with the bandages.

1. Don't slouch, it makes them bend and stretch the wrong ways.
2. Don't get them wet, if so discard and replace them.
3. Most importantly do not take off of injured area, if so it could lead to infection, disease, and in rare cases, death.

You've already broken two of those, but Tom want allow you to take them off because its for my "own good."

Loki leans over and lays his head on your shoulder. Its nice not having to miss him.

Tom took your empty mug and set it in the sink. You two were becoming fast friends.

He looked down at your hands, you had a habit of picking at them when you were nervous, but he didn't say anything.

You had been such a wreck lately, with the shooting, Asgard, Chituari, all of it. It was stressful.

You had a constant migraine, your stomach was always cramping, your muscles always felt contracted.

Your great peak of greatness was heading into a steep, steep spiral of issues and pain.

Sometimes being a superhero isn't all its cut out to be. Some people don't understand that.

"(y/n)? Are you alright?" Loki took your hand as you walked to your room.

"No, I'm fine." you kissed him and closed your door. You sat at the small keyboard.

Playing a small instrumental lead, you sang softly, thinking of your past. "I'm malicious, mean, and scary, my sneer could curdle dairy, and violence wise my hands are not the cleanest... But despite my evil look, my temper and my hook," you touched her hook earring, "I've always yearned to he a concert pianist." you stopped your hands and sighed.

Putting them back in place, "Can't you see me on the stage performing Mozart... Tickling the ivories 'til they gleam. Yeah, if rather be called deadly, for my killer show tune medley, cause way deep down inside I've got a dream..." you stop playing and smile, imagining if you were a pianist.

You wouldn't be in this situation.

You start composing your new piece. "I've been thinking, and I don't like how this one ends. I really think it should change, but I just send the messages."

You wrote down some notes and started again. "I wish it could change, being in charge, but having no power. Its like having a gun but not in range."

"I'm basically useless in this early stage of pain, not able to make progress, or make gains."

You stop and put your face in your hands. Those thoughts floated throughout your mind. "This was my fault. Why was I so stupid? How could I have let this happen? Why am I such a freak of nature?"

You felt the hot tears pour down your cheeks. "I am so dumb..."

"Now a queen needs to have more self confidence than that. At least." Loki looked down at your small little frail figure. Sitting down, crying, it made all the changes.

Usually having broad shoulders and a high held chin, you've been reduced to a sunken shoulders and a sad and ashamed posture.

"You have done nothing wrong, this would have all happened anyways. Well except for the shooting and such." He carefully sat down on the bench in front of your keyboard. "(Y/n), if anyone here is a failure, it is most definitely not you, probably Stark." He smiled lifting your chin.

Blinking heavily you sigh. "That's is quite doubtful. But thanks, I guess."

"You have a lovely voice. And quite a gift."

"I would not consider years of practice, a gift."

He smiled. "I do so apologize. How about you rest some. I know you are in pain. Just a few more days and the bandages are off."

You nod solemnly and plop onto the bed, pulling him down too.