Connections

Growing Closer

"Ma'am, it is 8:50. You might want to start heading to your room."

"Thanks, JARVIS. I'll hurry back."

You've been in the library all day, you realize. After Loki left, you started reading some stories by Shakespeare. You tucked it under your arm and closed the door to the library.

(Time skip)

You closed the door to your room. Setting the book down on the dresser, you grabbed some pyjamas to change into. You pulled off your shirt, revealing your sports bra.

"You should at least check to make sure that no one else is in the room when you start changing."

You shrieked and hid behind your shirt. Loki stood in the frame of the door, smirking. You felt your cheeks grow hot as you pulled your pyjama shirt on.

"The hell is wrong with you?!" You yelled, only making his smile wider.

"I thought you wanted to practice your powers," he said.

"Yeah, but I didn't know you'd come exactly at nine! I thought we agreed midnight."

"What? You actually think that you would've been able to be fully awake at midnight?" You rolled your eyes.

"You could've at least warned me," you muttered. "Now would you turn around so I can finish changing?" Loki turned around and shut his eyes to let you finish. When you were done, you walked up to him and tapped his shoulder. He turned around.

Loki's P.O.V

Her (h/c) hair was tied up in a messy bun. She was wearing a large t-shirt and fabric shorts. Walking over to her dresser, she picked up a... stick? She pressed a button on it, and her bed transformed into a large couch. (Y/n) sat down on the couch. She playfully patted the other cushion, telling me to sit down. I rolled my eyes and she laughed.

I think I enjoy being around (y/n). She's very... rejuvenating. I sat down on the couch and leaned back. She was obviously expecting me to say something, but I didn't. I just stared at her, long enough to make her blush.

"Are we going to start?" she asked, still looking down.

"Yes, I guess we should."

I grabbed her book off her dresser. I opened it to the first page and handed it to her. She looked at me, confused.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" she asked.

"I want you to read to me." I said.

"What?"

"Read to me. Turn the pages of the book with your mind, lift the book with your mind. Everything you'd use your hands for, use your telekinesis instead." She nodded, seeming to understand what I was getting at.

"Okay. Um, which play would you like to read?" she asked, turning to the table of contents.

"I like A Midsummer Nights Dream." She turned to the correct page and began reading.

"Now fair Hippolyta, our nupital hour draws apace..."

(Time skip)

She had fallen asleep, the book still in her hands. (Y/n) had been trying to stay awake, to finish the play, but her eyes couldn't stay open. Her head rolled to the side, and her loose strands of hair fell across her face. I stared at her for a moment. I yawned, and realized that I should probably be going to bed as well.

I gently slid my arms under her, then gently lifted her up. My bicep supported her head from falling backwards, her hair resting on my shoulder. I walked towards her bed as her eyes started to flutter open. Ignoring that she was waking up, I laid (y/n) across her bed and pulled the covers over her. She looked up at me with tired eyes.