Loki x Reader: Into the MCU

Chapter 51: Vacation

"You alright?"

You snapped from your thoughts, realizing you were zoning out again and probably looking really distressed. Loki's eyes were open, looking up in concern.

"Yeah, no I'm good just...still thinking of...everything."

You knew you couldn't lie without him most likely noticing, so you told a half truth. With everything that had happened, and your evident gloom over it, Loki would hopefully think this was still about all your stress and grief implied at the end of last night's discussion.

He reached for your hand again, looking in understanding as he took it comfortingly. 

It was moment's like these! The prolonged eye-contact, the looks! How were you supposed to decide what was friendly and what wasn't? Movies always have those scenes where there's this silent understanding between two individuals, like a "yeah we like each other" message conveyed telepathically. Usually this was followed by a kiss or something, and that's what had always worried you about some of these situations. Were they in your head? Did you freak out for no reason? Did movies make you view reality as something it wasn't? Had you fled his room that one time when there really was no kissing scene about to happen? Had you hyped up all those other weird times? Why couldn't reality be a little more forthright? Enough with this silent looks bullshit! 

Despite these thoughts, you smiled back, not pulling your hand away.

"How're you feeling?" you asked, sitting further upright to reach your arm across to his bandages.

"Not sure you're qualified for checking wounds," he smirked.

"I'm just looking, I ain't gonna touch."

You lifted what you could from the bandage near his neck, seeing the sore red skin underneath.

"Well, it doesn't look crispy at least."

"You're disgusting, you know that?"

"How else would you describe burnt skin?"

"Burnt."

"Regardless, it's looking better. You feel ok?"

"You know me, Darling."

"So more tired than you'll admit?"

He gave you a look but sighed.

"It's fine," you smiled victoriously, "Cuz you're not leaving this bed for a good week at least."

"I won't need that long."

"What's your rush?"

"Would you want to be stuck in a hospital?"

"If I'd just nearly killed myself and beat destiny by being alive when I shouldn't be? I think I'd take the rest. Hell, I didn't even snap and I'm digging just chilling for a bit. We won, dude. Take a break."

He seemed almost sad at the news that you'd won.

"What?" you asked, face scrunched in confusion.

"I...I suppose you'll be going back soon."

"I'm staying til you're healed."

"Not that," he gave a quick chuckled, "I mean home."

"Oh," you said somberly, swallowing a bit as you stalled for something to say. He didn't press you, eyes filled with a sad understanding.

"It's ok," he whispered, squeezing your hand a little tighter, "You have a family."

"I have one here too."

An amused smile broke on his face and he shook his head.

"What?" you questioned.

"How we've changed sides since the last we spoke of this."