additional notes: god, i love loki. anyway. here’s a lil drabble for him. my favorite snake. my daisy. my cinnamon apple.
“A what?”
“A catnap,” you repeated. The elevator doors opened, and you stepped out, Loki at your heels. “You know, short sleeping sessions during the day to relax and recharge. But to be honest I’m usually more tired afterward.”
Loki wrinkled his nose. “Sounds useless.” He could admit that he was like a cat in many ways; he would sleep seventeen hours daily if it weren’t for you or the rest of the team urging for him to make the most of his day. He didn’t see any point in dozing for a short while, falling into a deep sleep, and having to drag himself out of it again.
“I told Thor about them a week ago. I thought he might tell you. He loves them! Wakes up feeling refreshed. Maybe you’ll like them too.”
His scowl deepened. “I suppose you bring that up to make me jealous, hm?”
“Not at all!” You widened your eyes at him, feigning innocence, but he saw right through you. “I just know that you like sleeping a lot, so naps could be good for you! Trust me, I’d sleep the day away, too, if I could but it’s…It’s not the best.”
Loki frowned, remarking the note of shame in your voice. He’d spoken to Thor; he knew of your past, how hard it had been for you when you were first discovered by SHIELD and brought in to join the team, how you had spent most of your time in your apartment and were little more than a ghost when you were outside of it. You were, as you put it, “fine now!” but he had his doubts, and if this meant easing a bit of your conscience…He couldn’t say no. “Fine. Let’s try it.”
Your eyes lit up. “Yay! Okay, let’s go.” You held out your hand to him; he merely stared disdainfully at it. “Group naps are better, trust me. We can sleep in my room, that way no one will bother us.”
He rolled his eyes and took your hand, allowing you to pull him down the hall and into your room. He had been in your quarters before; you were always inviting him in for some reason or another: to watch movies, to read in peace together, to laze around on hot days because his Jötunn-level coldness was a good match for your elevated temperature. Once, you’d jokingly called him your personal popsicle, but Bucky and Sam had (lovingly) given you so much shit for it that you refrained from ever calling him that again. Your room had become a sort of second home for Loki, and he would never tell you, but he was grateful for it. He tried to express his gratitude in subtle ways, like by taunting you a bit less or trying whatever food you brought for him to try. By far the most generous he’d been was when he let you take him to a mall and find Midgardian clothes for him.
“All right, what side do you want?” you asked him, rummaging through your closet for an extra pillow.
“This one.” He sat on the side closest to the door.
You turned around, pillow tucked under your arm, and grinned knowingly. “So protective. Willing to put yourself between me and whatever danger comes to find us.”
He rolled his eyes and took the pillow from you. You snickered, crawling across the bed to take the other side. You curled up with your back to the wall, drawing the covers around you until you were all but cocooned within them. You blinked up at him expectantly. “Go on. Get comfy.”
Loki lay down, turning onto his side to face you. You looked ridiculous. “Are you going to share the blanket or am I to freeze in your ice chest of a room?”
Resentfully, you relinquished some of your covers, allowing him to arrange them comfortably over his legs and waist. Then you smirked, wiggling closer to him. “I can keep you warm,” you crooned.
He grunted and closed his eyes. “The blankets are enough, thank you.”
He could practically hear your disappointment.
You were shifting around in your sheets.
He waited a full five seconds before opening his eyes. You were staring at him with those pitiful doe eyes, lower lip poking out in a pout. “Get over here,” he relented, opening his arm to you.
Your face lit up, and he pretended that it did not please him immensely. You scooted over to him until you were cuddled up against him, tucked safely under his arm. You lay with your head tucked under his chin, your knee bent over his hip. You were warm, and soft, and perfect. He sighed into your hair, feeling finally at peace.
“Sweet dreams,” you murmured, draping an arm over his waist.
“Mm. Whatever.”
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“Y/N, my friend, do you know where—” Thor stopped in his tracks, eyes widening at the sight of you and his brother wrapped up in each other, sleeping soundly. You were absolutely clinging to Loki, and he to you. From the looks of it, neither of you had awoken at the sound of Thor’s admittedly loud entrance.
“By the nine,” Thor muttered under his breath, shaking his head not with disappointment but with disbelief. “Congratulations, brother. You’ve found yourself a beloved.” He could not approve more. He saw your cell phone lying on your nightstand and briefly considered taking a photo of the two of you. Not sharing it with anyone, just leaving it on your phone for you to keep. He decided against it. He was still new to Midgardian technology; who knew what trouble he might run into. He was a good brother and an even better friend, after all.
So he fetched the Falcon and the Winter Soldier and got them to do it instead.
Jason’s s/o is shot accidentally when a street kid mugs her and Jason arrests the kid and takes his s/o to the hospital and when the s/o wakes up she convinces Jason to bail the kid out and let him stay in their apartment because she doesn’t blame him for shooting her and he’s just a kid who is trying to survive on the street. At first Jason doesn’t like the idea (because the kid shot his s/o) but then he realizes that the kid is kinda like him when he was younger and just family fluff
———-
Being held at gunpoint
is never fun, especially when it’s by a kid who’s seven, maybe eight years old.
A kid who obviously lives on the streets.
“Give me your wallet
lady!” He shouts, his hands were trembling. He had probably never held a gun
before.
“Why should I do that?
You didn’t even say please.” You cross your arms over your chest.
The kid looks at you incredulously,
“But I have a gun, you have to do what I say!”
“I don’t think I do. You might have a gun, but just by the
way you’re holding it I can tell that you’ve never shot one before. Do you
usually single out women? People who you think are weaker than you?”
The kid sniffles, “Please …”
You sigh, “How about I take you to get something to eat? How
does that sound?”
He stiffens, his finger tightening on the gun slightly. You
have to admit, the kids smart, no way would he have been able to survive on the
streets if he wasn’t wary of strangers, “What’s in it for you?”
“Well, I get to keep my driver’s license, and I get a gun
out of my face. That’s enough incentive for me, kid”
Suddenly the kids eyes widen and you hear a thud as someone
hits the ground behind you. “Step back! Don’t make me shoot her!”
“I wouldn’t do that, kid. She might have been nice enough to
buy you dinner, but the cops are already on their way. I suggest you put the
gun down, and just calm down”
Tears streak down the kids face, “I don’t want to hurt her,
just let me go!”
“Hood, Kid …”
“Alex, my name’s Alex”
“My name’s Y/N. Alex, just put the gun down, Hood won’t hurt
you. I promise” As you’re talking Jason is inching towards Alex, “Everything
will be fine, but I need you to put the gun down”
Jason lunges forward, Alex screams and his finger
accidentally tightens on the trigger. You scream when the bullet tears through
your arm, shattering the bone when it goes all the way through. You can hear
the kid crying, Jason shouting, and police sirens.
“Y/N! Y/N, sweetheart, you need to stay awake, alright. The
kid’s in police custody, I’m going to take you to the hospital. We’ll be there
soon, doll, the doctors will take care of you”
His voice fades out for a while, the next thing you remember
is being laid down on a gurney, the bright lights hurting your eyes. There’s a
tiny prick in your good arm, and then there’s nothing.
–
You wake up to a dull throbbing pain in your arm, and Jason
sitting in the chair next to you. “Hey, Jay”
“Y/N, your awake!”
“Of course I am; it was just a shot in the arm”
Jason pulls your good hand up and kisses it, “Not quite just
a bullet, the kid almost blew off your entire arm. The doctors thought they
would have to amputate for a little while. Thankfully they managed to reattach
all of the blood vessels, and they put a metal plate in your arm to stabilize
the bone”
You hum quietly, “That’s a bit more damage than I expected. What
happened to Alex?”
“Alex? The kid? He’s in jail right now, where he should be
for attempting to mug someone”
You push up, grabbing Jason, “You have to get him out of
there. He’s just a scared kid, bail him out, and bring him to the apartment,
and get him something to eat and wear. Then I want you to bring him here to
visit me”
“Are you fucking nuts?!?” He shouts, “That little brat shot
you! And you expect me to bail him out, feed him, and then bring him here!”
You sigh, “He’s just a kid. He was trying to survive on the streets.
He’s alone, hungry, and scared. If you don’t go get him, then I will check
myself out of his hospital and go get him myself!”
Jason growled, “Fine, as long as you promise to rest while I’m
gone. I’ll send you a text when I get him, and then when we get ready to head
here.”
You nod, leaning back against the bed and closing your eyes,
“Thank you, Jay”
–
When Jason shows up at the GCPD and pays to bail out a
street kid, he gets a few weird looks, and for a minute Jason thinks that the
kid is going to refuse to go with him.
“Come on, kid. Y/N said that I had to take you out to eat
before I take you to the hospital to visit her”
Alex sniffles, whipping his eyes, “I-I’m so sorry f-for
hurting her. I-I didn’t m-mean to; I-I was just s-so hungry”
Jason sighs and pulls the kid into a hug, “I know you didn’t,
and she doesn’t blame you”
Alex grips the back of Jason jacket tightly, “D-do you …
Hood?”
Jason chuckles, “My name’s Jason, but Y/N calls me Jay. And
no, I don’t blame you. Now come on, let’s get you some food, and some cloths,
and then we can go visit Y/N”
–
Spending the day with Alex turns out to be a lot of fun. The
kid has a razor sharp wit, and isn’t afraid of speaking him mind. It turns out
the kid is eight years old and he’s been on the streets since he was four.
Jason can’t help but see himself in the kid, and that really helps soften Jason
up to the kid.
“You mean I can have both of these?!”
Jason chuckles, “You can have the shoes too, kid. Now come
on, my adoptive dad will have the rest of the cloths delivered to my apartment.
He’s already said that I have to bring you to the Manor to meet everyone”
“Manor?”
“My adoptive dad is Bruce Wayne. He wants to meet you and so
do my brothers”
Tears fill Alex’s eyes, “You want to keep me? I don’t have
to go back to the streets?”
Jason kneels down and wraps the kid in his arms, “No, Alex,
you get to stay with me and Y/N, you don’t ever have to back there”
“Thank you” Alex sobs
“Settle down, kid. Let’s head to the house, you can get
cleaned up and changed and then we can go to the hospital. Y/N’s already eager to
see you”
–
As soon as Alex gets to the hospital, he runs straight into
Y/N’s room. “Y/N!”
You sit up quickly, “Alex!”
He stops on the edge on your bed, his eyes locked on your
sling and the bandages that wrap around your entire upper arm, “I-I did that?”
“You didn’t mean to, sweetheart. I’ll be fine. I just need
some rest and rehab and I’ll be as good as new”
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I-I promise to
help you get better, you won’t have to worry about anything!”
You chuckle, “Thank you, Alex. I would really appreciate
help when I get out of here. Jason will have to go back to work, so it’ll just
be the two of us at the apartment.”
The rest of the evening is spent getting to know each other,
and it turns out that Alex is the perfect fit for their little family.
Eventually Alex falls asleep, and Jason leans down to press a kiss to your
lips. “I think he’ll fit perfectly”
You grin up at him, “Yeah, I think he will”
“You know … I’m really glad that you had me bail him out”
“I’m glad you listened”
Jason gives you one more kiss before he walks over and picks
up Alex, cradling the kid in his arms, “We’ll be back to visit you tomorrow,
Bruce should have had enough time to get his room set up”
You chuckle and wave your good hand, “Goodnight, Jay. I love
you!”
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