A Tale of Mischief and Mutants

Back To Work

—-Sam—-

I wake up in what I assume to be the late evening to one of our phones ringing. I groan. This annoys me for several reasons one it means I slept all day and my sleep schedule is fucked, two I was sleeping really soundly and in the middle of REM sleep, and three a phone call often means we're needed for a mission and I DO NOT feel like moving out of this warm comfy bed.

Loki groans waking from the noise. He's lying face down in the bed he reaches to the nightstand with one arm and searches for his phone with his fingers not wanting to get up. When he can't find it he groans and lifts his head up. I giggle slightly he's adorable.

"Mhmm Sam...?"

I giggle again and locate the phone it's his but I go ahead and answer it stopping the noise. Loki smooshes his face back into the pillow and I'm not entirely convinced he didn't just go back to sleep. I giggle slightly then speak in a groggy voice.

"Hello?"

"Sam?"

The voice is Fury's.

"Yeah?"

"We need you both here within the hour... what time is it there?"

He obviously noticed how tired I am. I look at the clock.

"6:00..."

He pauses in obvious confusion. Likely working the math out in his head.

"...In the evening?"

"Yeah we had a long night..."

"Oh... right with... I still need you two here."

I sigh.

"Ok..."

I do not sound the most professional but I was deep in sleep less than a minute ago. Fury doesn't miss a beat.

"See you within the hour."

Fury hangs up. I roll over and I'm so very tempted to just go back to bed but instead I convince myself to get up by rewarding myself with a little fun. I roll on top of Loki and start playing with his hair.

"Hey Sleeping Beauty we need to go kick someone's ass ok?"

I get a groan accompanied by an indecipherable reply muffled from the pillow. I giggle at him.

"Hmmm what to do with you?"

I begin kissing him trailing down his cheek and neck. He groans once then rolls over I'm now on top of his bare chest. I had convinced him he didn't need to hide his scars from me. The trade off of seeing his well toned body is a trade I'm willing to make. The scars do bother me because of the pain I know came with each one but I also find them beautiful in a way because they're all apart of him and he's beautiful. I want to accept every piece of him from head to toe with nothing but love and adoration no matter the form he chooses to show me. He sits up causing me to slide into his lap. He looks down at me mischievously.

"You're persistent."

"You're only noticing this now?"

He laughs wrapping his arms around me for a moment and kissing me before we both get up and get ready for the mission ahead.