A Tale of Mischief and Mutants part 2

Midgardian Terms of Endearment

—-Loki—-

I'm aware I'm pathetic mess but my dream had felt so real my sobs came involuntarily. Sam shouldn't have to deal with consoling me when she was the one who was taken but I'm an emotional wreck. I'm so glad it was only a dream, I had helplessly watched as my mind played out a scene depicting what my worst fears had been when I discovered the state in which Sam had been found. I wipe my face of tears and push my fearful thoughts back down as best I can. I've spent enough time blubbering like a child. I need to be stronger for her. I sit up slightly.

"I'm sorry Sam."

She seems very confused at my apology.

"Lo' what for? You didn't do anything honey."

There it is again. She's never really taken to calling me by these Midgardian terms of endearment before but suddenly now that she's seen me in this state she's started using them. I can't say I hate them. The caveat being I wouldn't want her to use them in public only because I'd find them to be just a bit embarrassing if overheard. All that considered they're somehow comforting used here in the privacy of our home.

"You shouldn't have to deal with this..."

She sits up talking my hands in hers.

"Loki I signed up to deal with this when I started loving you. Just because I'm having a rough time doesn't nullify that, it also doesn't mean you're not allowed to."

I think over her words they make sense. 'Am I truly allowed to be this weak?' Everything about Sam's reaction and demeanor towards the situation says yes. I nod slightly. She guides me back to the position we were sitting in before and she kisses the top of my head and plays with my hair mimicking what I do for her when she's scared or suffering from anxiety.

"It's gonna be alright baby."

Despite myself I feel a smile start playing on my lips. We sit for some time like this.

"Thank you darling."

She answers with a kiss on my cheek.

"Anytime trouble."

I'm feeling a whole lot better now the emotions the dream dragged up have subsided a bit now. I take a deep breath and sit up. Letting myself smile at Sam as I do. Just then my phone rings it'll be Thor no doubt. I'm glad I've regained some composure. It's not that Thor doesn't know how much of an emotional wreck I can be I'd just rather pretend he doesn't. I answer the call.

"Hello?"

"Brother?"

I roll my eyes slightly. Thor's not very good at dealing with Midgardian technology.

"That is the number you called."

"Right."

"Well what happened?"

"They were here but they left as soon as they realized she wasn't we tried to give chase but we each lost our target about 30 to 50 miles into our chase. They're formidable and possibly slipperier than you when it comes to disappearing."

'I doubt that.' This is unfortunate but I have other courses of action I can take before I reach frustration.

"Did you properly identify them at least?"

"Yes they're who Fury said they were. I'm sorry I failed brother."

He thinks I'm angry with him. I'm not, I'm sure he did everything he could. He loves Sam as much as I do he's accepted her completely and has begun seeing her as a sister. He's also stayed up all night dealing with this situation.

"Brother I'm not angry with you. Thank you for handling this."

There's silence on his end I start to wonder if we've disconnected or something.

"Are you still there?"

"Yes but I'm not certain I have the right number you don't sound like my brother."

I smile at this chuckling softly. He goes on his voice lighthearted.

"Well, Whoever you are will you let Sam know I'll be there with her prescription in less than an hour?"

I match his teasing tone with my reply.

"I mean I guess so."

"Great see you soon."