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Title: Cheering Up (Reader x Loki) 

Summary: Reader tries to comfort Loki after he storms off from a fight with his brother.

Word Count: 1191

A/N: OK I kind of love Loki. I hope you all enjoy this! Sorry that it’s up a bit later than expected, I was SWAMPED in school work. It’s Thanksigiving break for me, so I’m free to write! Yay! I hope you enjoy!

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Rain was pummeling down on the New York City streets as you ran into Stark Tower, laughing over the squeaking of your running shoes at something Natasha was saying. You had misread the forecast and decided to go for a run, and a long one at that. You were three miles away from the tower when it had started pouring, your run becoming an obstacle course under awnings and street lamps.

You shook the damp pieces of hair hanging down from your ponytail out of your face as the two of you rode the elevator up, cold and drenched in rain. Natasha smiled over at you, a circle of raindrops surrounding her feet. Sweat mixed in with water and sent a shiver down your spine as you stepped off of the elevator, heading straight to the bathroom for a hot shower.

“Go, then. Just like you always do. No one around here cares about you, or anything,” the sarcastic tone of Thor’s voice formed a knot in your stomach, you had never heard him so angry before.

“You can’t stop me, brother,” Loki was keeping his eyes fixed on the coffee cup in front of him, trying his best to avoid Thor’s pain-filled gaze.

“What’s going on?” you came out of your hiding space in the hallway, eyebrow raised quizzically at the two of them. Loki’s visage seemed to soften once he saw you, his sour expression replaced with a twinge of guilt. You looked between the two of them to try and uncover the issue, but their blank faces weren’t revealing much.

Loki scoffed, “I was done, anyway,” he stated, dumping his full cup of coffee into the sink and dropping the mug in with a little too much force. Thor groaned and scooped the fractured mug out of the sink, placing it back on the counter.

“Your boyfriend is in such a great mood today,” Thor said over his own mug of coffee as Loki turned the corner to the room he was temporarily staying in.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, using Loki’s mug he almost broke as your own. You looked over at him curiously, waiting for a response.

Thor gave a shrug, “Someone makes him mad about one thing and he wants to leave. That is the way he’s always been,” he kept his voice quiet, as if Loki would be able to hear from the other room, “My turn to ask you a question.”

“Hm?” you hummed, taking a cautious sip of coffee.

“Why are you soaked?” he asked, reminding you that you were standing in dripping wet clothing, your socks sloshing and shoes squeaking.

“Why are you fighting with your brother?” you retorted with a huff and a smirk, “I’m gonna go dry off,” you smiled in satisfaction at his flustered face, fiddling with the pockets of his oversized coat.

You thought you would be able to sneak in on Loki so he wouldn’t put on his “I’m fine” face, but your shoes squeaked across the hardwood so loudly, he could probably hear you coming from a mile away. He looked over his shoulder from the edge of the bed at you, his shoulders slumped with sadness.

“I’m fine,” he said in the scholarly voice he presented to people, only to cover up how he was really feeling. You rolled your eyes, heading straight for the bathroom to grab a large, plush towel to wrap around your cold shoulders.

“You’re lying,” you responded in a sing-song voice, smiling sweetly at him. Even though you were drenched in sweat and rain water, you joined him on the bed, looking out of the tower’s window with raindrops racing down the glass.

“I am not!” he huffed, blowing a strand of jet black hair out of his face.

You rolled your eyes at him, “Why are you all wet?” he raised an eyebrow at you, trying to change the subject.

“Rain,” you shrugged, shaking your hair out. It sent water droplets flying, like a dog shaking after a bath.

“Y/N!” Loki scoffed, flicking a drop of water off of his sleeve with a laugh. You stood triumphantly, wrapping your hair in the large towel. He looked up at you, his eyes appearing a striking blue color against the sweater he was sporting.

“I’ll be back. You’d better have a movie picked out by the time I’m done changing to pajamas,” you smiled at him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

Loki stood with a groan to head for the sitting room, dragging the duvet from the bed along with him. You hated to see him in such a slump. His shoulders drooped, head dropped low, eyes shiny and glassy as if he were about to cry. All you wanted to do was make him happy and cheer him up, no matter what it took.

“Okay. We have popcorn and wine. I wasn’t sure if you’d want to drink wine, but here it is!” you said cheerfully, dropping a bowl of popcorn into his lap. You placed two large wine glasses on the table in front of you, pouring an equal amount of the dark red wine into each.

“What are you doing?” he asked with an eyebrow raised, looking over his wine glass at you. You rolled your eyes, pulling half of the blanket over to your side, covering your shoulders with it. He was still eyeing you suspiciously as he pressed play on the movie he had picked out, the opening credits beginning to roll.

“I’m cheering you up,” you smirked, taking a handful of popcorn from the bowl, “do you not want to talk about it?” your voice lowered so Loki was the only one who could hear you. You nestled in close to him, looking up at him with a sympathetic smile.

“Not really,”  he murmured, twirling your hair around his fingers. You gave a nod, tossing a popcorn piece into the air to catch it into your mouth. Loki, who wasn’t looking at you, flicked the popcorn out of reach, causing it to land in your hair and totally miss your mouth. You scoffed, sitting up abruptly to turn and face him.

“You foiled my plan!” you stared in disbelief at him, eyes narrowed like a snake’s. He gave a shrug, a smirk on his face. With a scoff, you took a handful of popcorn and tossed it at him.

“What was that for?” he blinked, collecting the popcorn to throw back into the bowl.

Laughing at him, you took a triumphant sip of your wine, “For ruining my only goal in life,” you stuck your tongue out at him, popping a handful of popcorn into your mouth.

Loki shook his head, laughing at you, “You’re such a dork,” he said with a laugh.

“I know,” you smiled up at him. You could feel the anger and sadness he felt diminish in him, if only slightly. Your smile grew wider, knowing that you helped ease and comfort him, even if was just a little bit. Loki was what made you happy; you only wanted to make him as happy as he made you.