A Tale of Mischief and Mutants

Come With Me?

—-Sam—-

I know exactly what's going on the second I see the look on Loki's face.

"They're coming for me aren't they?"

Peter looks over at me in surprise. I've never spoken in front of him before.

"Yes but we have a plan..."

Loki goes on to explain his talk with Thor, Bruce Banner, and Bruce's cousin lawyer Jennifer Walters.

"Walters told me our best bet is to give you New Asgard citizenship and take you over there for a while until we can sort things out. But the decision is up to you, nobody is going to make you come to New Asgard."

"So... I'm not going home..."

My shoulders slump and my heart feels heavy. I begin to cry. I had hoped, stupidly, that there would be some way for me to go home as soon as I could walk again. I should have known they would never just let me go.

"Sam..."

Loki begins softly and is cut short by me bawling.

"I just want to go home!"

I feel just so utterly defeated by the situation. My homesickness is overwhelming. He comes over and holds me helping me hold myself together even though I feel like I'm crumbling.

"Sam, I can get you home it just can't be as soon as we hoped."

Peter looks around awkwardly unsure of what to do or how to help the current situation. Loki notices this and gives him a gesture telling him he can go. Peter looks concerned and I try and do the same.

"I'll be ok Peter."

He looks unconvinced.

"I just need some time."

I say this with tears streaming down my face as I cling to Loki. Peter nods and leaves still looking worried. As soon as the door closes I let out the sobs that I had managed to hold back. Loki holds onto me a little tighter and even though I'm heartbroken because of this news I can't help but feel comforted from the way he's embracing me right now.

"Everything will be alright mortal."

I hear Loki assure me through my sobs its also comforting to hear him call me that again like he used to before he knew my name, like he does whenever I'm scared of the doctors that come in here. Some people would hate being called mortal but I've grown fond of it. It was a welcome change from the usual things I was called by my captors who never used my name only ever calling me things like bitch, hoar, or mutie.

I hold tighter eventually my sobs subside into silent tears and finally I stop crying. We shift into a lying position and he holds me close. I still want to go home just as badly now as before but like I told Peter I had just needed time. I sigh catching my breath. Loki plays with my hair a little.

"So will you come to New Asgard with me?"

I sniffle a little as I speak.

"Of course."

We sit there in silence for a bit I can tell he's relieved by my answer as if he thought it was possible I would rather end up in M.R.D custody than go with him. He needs to get used to someone liking having him around because I don't plan on ditching him anytime soon.

"We should get some rest."

He says this softly into my ear I nod and he takes out his phone and seems to be texting someone then sets it on the nightstand and lays down pulling the covers over both of us. I let myself drift to sleep.