marvel one-shots

29. loki ; storm

Thunder cracked outside and lightning illuminated the dark room.

"Power's still not back?" Loki's voice was shaky.

"Not yet, it'll be okay. I promise," she smiled in the darkness.

He winced as she took his quivering hand, "I love you." She said. He looked at her and smiled through the darkness.

"I love you too."

She pulled him close and before long, he fell asleep peacefully.

She continued running her hands through his hair.

The rain stopped and she smiled lightly.

He once told her why he was so scared of thunderstorms. It was because he was scared of his brother's power. He was scared of what he was capable of; and feared that every time it rained, Thor was mad at him again.

Loki's hand on her leg tightened lightly as he sat up and kissed her, "Thank you for sitting with me."

"Of course," she stood and he did too. He kissed her once more and they went to bed.

It hadn't been more than three hours until she woke to a cold bed.

She stood and searched the house, it was empty. And the storm had started again.

She grabbed a trench coat and umbrella and hurried out of the apartment and down the stairs and into the cold street.

She hurried down the busy, rainy street. Cabs kicked puddle water up on occasion, but she ignored it.

She looked to the sky and stopped in her tracks.

Loki and Thor stood on the top of an old steel factory. Her heart skipped a beat: they were prepared for war.

She called a cab over and ordered the driver to the factory. She climbed the latter on the side of the building, all the way up to the roof top.

The factory roof was at odd angles, sunken in at places, and was cluttered with spare parts.

She made it to the top.

"Thor!" she yelled as he raised his hammer.

He stopped in his tracks, dropping the hammer to his side and eliminating the electricity. Loki looked at her. She approached them, steaming like a kettle.

"You too are like children!" she yelled over the storm, "How dare you try to kill him." She looked at Thor. "And how dare you make him try to kill you!" she looked at her boyfriend, Loki.

"I can't believe you two. I try to get a few hours of sleep and you're already trying to kill each other. If you weren't gods, I'd think you were pre-schoolers."

They bowed their heads and she crossed her arms, "You can end the storm now, Thor."

And he did. The clouds parted for New York, allowing the crisp moonlight to seek the puddled streets.

"You need to stop using lightning and thunder against him," she told Thor, motioning to Loki, "it's not fair to use fear on your family. You're all you two have left anymore."

She paused, "Let's go home."

And Loki held her by the waist and Thor played with his little hammer. The storm was over.