Wife of Mischief (part 1 of the WoM series)

Chapter 6

"Jesus christ! You have to stop giving me these heart attacks Loki," I laughed breathlessly, i was relieved to see that the mischievous god was okay, "I know you're a bad guy but come on, I thought we became friends earlier!"
"Sorry," he chuckled, "I couldn't help it!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, I get it. God of mischief and everything. Anyway, what are you doing up your highness?" I responded sarcastically.
"I could ask you the same thing, but I already know the answer. As for me, I couldn't sleep. I haven't seemed to be able to for a while." I could hear the nearly hidden sound of sadness in his voice.
"Wait, how do you know why I'm up?"
"You're jet lagged! That is what you midguardians call it, correct?"
"Yeah, it is."
Damn, I had hoped he somehow already knew about my dream, that would have made things a lot easier for me! Now I had to figure out how to explain my dream to him. There was a moment of silence between us as I figured how to ask him about his past. It seemed like an easy task, but in reality it was far from that. Getting someone like Loki to open up about his likely depressing past is near impossible, especially when you barely know them and haven't fully earned their trust! I took a deep breath and decided to just ask. What's the worst that could happen? He'd just say that's too personal and we'd move on!
"Hey Loki?"
"Yes?"
"What-what was your childhood like?"
He was quiet. His face became slightly blue, just barely noticeable, and he looked away from me. "It's not something I enjoy talking about," he said quietly.
"That's okay, you don't have to talk about it."
"Why do you care anyway? You're keeping me prisoner here, I assume you all hate me!"
"Hate, no. I just don't trust you, that's all."
"Then why should I trust you?"
"I guess you don't have to trust me! I was just curious as to why you became, well, bad!"
"Again, why do you care?"
I was silent for a minute. How the hell does one explain to someone that they had a dream that they saw their memories and discovered their darkest secrets? That's just it, YOU DON'T. But this was Loki we're talking about! He would be able to get it out of me whether I wanted him to or not.
"I just, I had a really weird dream earlier. I dreamt that I was in space and there were these little lights that looked like stars and when I grabbed one they ended up being memories! And I'm pretty sure-"
A guard walked in and I was cut off abruptly. I stood up and walked over to her, "Is anything wrong ma'am?"
"You've been in here a while, Ms. (l/n), we wanted to make sure you were okay," the woman said, eyeing Loki suspiciously.
"Yes, I'm fine, thank you. Loki and I were just having an early morning session!" I wasn't lying, asking about what had made Loki become evil was on the list of questions I had to ask! The woman hummed and was about to leave when a voice on her radio alerted her.
"Hey, guard lady, can you send (l/n) up to the kitchen?"
The guard and I sighed in unison and she agreed to send me up. I recognized the man's voice, it was Tony Stark. I asked for the guard's radio and she gave it to me.
"Stark, what are you doing up? It's like, 4:30!"
"Uh, actually it's 5, and ask anyone on here and they'll say I'm an early riser!"
"Yeah sure sounds like it," I replied, pinching the bridge of my nose.
"Anyway, can you come up here? I need to talk to you."
"Yeah, sure I'll be right up."
Sighing, I handed the guard her radio and looked back at Loki, who was sulking on the floor of his cell. "Sorry Loki, I'll be back later!" He just nodded and continued watching me like a sad puppy. "Damn those eyes," I muttered under my breath as I walked out of the room.
When I got up to the kitchen, the sun was beginning to shine through the clouds, lighting my way a little better than the fluorescent lights above me. I swung the double doors open and was surprised to see not just Tony, but Steve as well! "Good morning gentlemen?" I greeted them, but it came out as more of a question.
"Good morning (y/n)!" Steve said chirpily.
"So we're on a first name basis now?" I asked, slightly confused for several obvious reasons.
"Look, (y/n) we owe you an apology," Tony said.
"Don't worry about it, I read your note!"
I pulled the little sticky note out of my hoodie pocket.
"I thought you apologized to her in person!" Steve scolded.
"I was going to, but she was asleep! Now if you had gone to apologize to her in person too, you would have known that!"
"GUYS! I am RIGHT HERE. Now unless you two wanted to insult me more by starting to bicker like children again, I suggest you stop!"
The two men stopped and looked down at their feet embarrassed.
"We're sorry, (y/n). For everything. I shouldn't have insulted you yesterday, it was extremely rude and you didn't deserve it," Steve said. Tony apologized as well and I forgave them.
"Why do you guys fight so much anyway? You're both extraordinary, you're both trying to protect your home from evil, so why are constantly at each other's throats?"
As soon as I finished speaking, they both flew into a bunch of reasons and excuses for why they hated each other so much, and eventually started fighting again.
"They're like dogs and cats, holy shit!" I said to myself, crossing my arms and watching in awe as they started coming up with more and more ridiculous answers. "I'm done, I'm out of here!" I said, raising my hands in defeat and walking out of the room, "Loki is better company than you two!" With that being said, I wandered down the hall and back to better company.