Smutty and Fluffy One-Shots

Bringing Loki Back - Part Two

Recap:
You opened your eyes and saw yourself sitting at the foot of a cot in an infirmary. Loki was laying down on it and Heimdall was laying on a cot next to you.
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You got up off of the cot you were sitting on and went over to Loki's side. Suddenly, alarms went off above you saying, "Intruder Alert! Intruder Alert!"
In your thoughts, you asked the voice, "Are you positive that the crew of this ship is not hostile?"
It, thankfully, responded to you in your thoughts, "Yes, I read their intentions and they fight for the same cause you do. They are also heroes, in a sense."
"If you say so," you think back to the voice. Before you even get the chance to wake up Loki and Heimdall, the door to the infirmary bursts open.
A small furry creature that resembles a raccoon bursts in standing on its hind legs. That's not even the strangest thing about it either. It's wearing some kind of armor and holding a giant gun. The worst thing about that is that the giant gun is pointing at you. You think it's a blaster, but you can't be sure. Either way you don't want to be shot by it.
The raccoon-looking creature stands in the doorway pointing its gun at you and asks you somewhat menacingly, "Who the hell are you?"
You walk forward slowly with your hands in front of you placatingly, because the creature seems kind of trigger-happy. "My name is (y/n) (y/l/n)," you start, introducing yourself.
You meant to explain why you were on his ship, you presumed it was his, at least, but he rounded you and poked the small of your back with his gun. "Well, (y/n), let's go introduce you to Quill," he prodded you forward, out of the infirmary. It wasn't a very large ship, so when he followed you out of the infirmary, you could see the cockpit, where you presumed this 'Quill' person was. Sure enough, the creature prodded you forward in that direction when you stopped outside the infirmary, confuzzled on where he wanted you to go.
See, you didn't make a habit of pissing off people holding large guns, or any weapon for that matter. Like you once told Loki, your very mischievous husband, "It's called having common sense and self-preservation."
After the raccoon-creature had led you to the cockpit, the ship's alarms stopped going off. It pleased you that the crew of this ship had finally thought it acceptable to override the alarms, because they had started to give you a headache.
There were four other people in the cockpit. You were surprised when you realized what planets they were from. You were well-versed in all of the different species of the galaxy, because of all the time you spent with Loki in libraries all over the galaxy.
One of them was a Zehoberei woman. She reminded you of Natasha, because she looked like she could kick your ass. Mental note: Don't piss her off. You had read in a manuscript from Asgard that the Zehoberei were a humanoid race, distinguishable from humans, such as yourself, only because of five biological traits that they possessed. A Zehoberei's skin is light green. Their facial bone structure is only slightly different from a human's, to the point where only the trained eye could tell the difference. The Zehoberei have an increased tissue density, which means that they are much more resistant to physical harm than a puny mortal, such as I. Their hair was perhaps the most intriguing feature that the Zehoberei had. The roots of their hair grew out a dark brown or black and gradually faded to a reddish hue at the tips. Their one physical trait that I truly envied was their second liver. I loved myself a good bourbon, and while I'm definitely not a lightweight, I'd absolutely love it if I was able to outdrink Thor for once.
There was also a Flora collasus sitting down in one of the seats and, honestly, it looked and acted like a typical teenager. It was playing on what looked like an old-school Gameboy, which is amazing, because those are literally collector's items back on Earth. Standing off to the side, away from the others, was another person. It was man with a grayish skin tone and weird reddish markings all over the skin his clothes didn't cover, even his face. Perhaps the least exotic of the ship's crew was the captain, who seemed to be a mortal, like me. The captain was a strawberry-blonde man with a red leather jacket and some jeans.
     The motley crew was disagreeing with each other over something unknown to me, so the raccoon-like creature that was still jabbing a blaster into my side decided to get their attention by whistling. "Hey guys, look what I found in our medbay!"
They immediately stopped their arguing and looked at me and the raccoon-creature with mixed emotions. I could tell one of them was confusion, but that was as far as I got.
The captain was the first to respond, "Who the hell are you and why are you on my ship?"
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I just wanted to let you guys know, I'm going to turn the two Bringing Loki Back one-shots into a book, so I'm going to copy these into a separate book. Thanks for reading you guys!