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ladyzayismultifandom · 7 months

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King of Second Chances

DomesticAvengers!Loki x Reader

Genre/Rating: tooth-rotting fluff with best friends to lovers

Description: Contrary to popular belief, Loki does have friends... just not on Asgard. Or Midgard. Except one.

After the battle of New York, Frigga managed to convince Odin one last time to have mercy on his adoptive son Loki who recently found that out in his defense but in no way can explain his revenge hostile attempted takeover of Midgard aka Earth. Odin decided that if some time on Earth managed to teach Thor the lesson he needed to learn to be worthy of the hammer, then Earth should be able to do the same for Loki.

So until he proves that he's not the evil ego-maniac that's co-dependent on the lie his father told him about being destined for greatness when he was a peace offer child, Loki is to stay on Earth.

Specifically in Avengers Tower under close surveillance.

None of the team especially Clint and Natasha wanted him there but they couldn't trust him living on his own with some of his magic still intact. So down the hall from Thor's room soon became Loki's room and they all lived happily ever after. Sort of

"Loki did you eat my Poptarts?"

"And why would I eat those disgusting sugar-coated sandwiches?'

"Because you know I like them?"

"Out" Thor suddenly falls through a hole Loki created sending him back to his room.

Loki looked up at the vents to make sure Clint wasn't in them before relaxing back in his bed with the book before he was once again interrupted by a knock on his door. He rolls his eyes begrudgingly before swinging the door open with a wave of his hand.

"Hey, Loki..."

"Yes, Y/N," Loki says not caring to lift his head away from his book.

"Can I hide my pop tarts in here? Thor keeps eating them."

"And why would I do that?"

"Because I know you don't like them so Thor won't look for them here." Unable to argue with that, Loki shrugged.

"Very well. Hide them here"

"Yes!" you jumped onto his bed and hugged him tightly to you shocking the magical entity to his core.

"Thank you, Loki," you shock him again by giving him a light kiss on the cheek.

".... You're welcome"

This was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Two years has gone by since then and while Loki is still not welcome back in Asgard he has regained almost all of his magical abilities, has been caught trying to go back twice, and with Frigga's help made his room in Avengers tower look almost identical to his chambers in the palace. One would say that he's gotten comfortable on Earth.

Loki still hides your Pop-Tarts in his room and several other things you don't want the team to see despite your room being one floor below his. The only ones who dare go in his room are you and sometimes Thor but he uses an illusion spell to make your stuff look like his so there is no suspense. You could have asked him to do that for your room but having some of your things in his room gives you the excuse to see him and everybody knows that. Except Loki of course.

After another successful mission with Natasha and her sister that she never mentioned until now you were back in Avengers Tower and you couldn't wait to tell your bestie all about it.

"LOKI!!!!" You burst through his door to find a towel around his waist and hair. His chest still had some water dripping down to a place that you didn't realize you'd want to see until now. Shit you're staring

"Um, I'll come back" You quickly closed the door and headed straight to the elevator. If anyone saw how you repeatedly pushed the close doors button they'd think you insane. You quickly went into your own room and let out the breath you had been holding only to open your eyes to-

"You know you were much cuter when you were afraid to knock on my door." You jumped holding your hand to your chest wishing your heart could just calm down but the man you just ran away from clearly transported to your room.

"I see you gained more of your magic back."

"One of my favorite tricks." Loki held up a bag of sweets. He patted the spot next to him on your bed and it was like you never left. You happily jumped into his arms. Let the celebration begin.

“So Agent Romanoff wasn’t alone before Barton came around. Interesting. Hit me” He opened his mouth and you gave him another caramel candy. Something you like to do when debriefing your missions with him is to eat sweets and comb his hair. He’ll never admit it but hearing your voice with your hands massaging his scalp made him feel like a King.

“I know right?! I can’t believe she’s been hiding that from us this whole time. I thought we’d run out of secrets in Avengers Tower by now. What about you?”

“Mm that feels nice” he whispered to himself not paying attention. You took a curl of his and wrapped it around your finger before yanking harder than usual.

“Ow!” He looked up at you

“Now that I have your attention what did you do while I was gone?” You held up your brush threateningly at him. Chuckling he laid his head back down in your lap closing his eyes without any sign of fear.

“I read, painted, slept, squabbled with my oaf of a brother, the usual.”

“Do you ever think the two of you will be as close as you were back then?”

“I’m not sure. I did try to kill him after all but he does try. I’ll give him that.”

“You tried to kill me too” You mumbled

“You’re different.”

“How different?” You continue brushing his hair slowly. Like a cat he purrs.

“You are… kind in a way that’s admirable and naive yet you hunt people for a living. It’s confusing.” You gently take his head in your hands staring right into his emerald green eyes.

“Are you saying I should consider a new career path?”

“I’m saying you are the most dangerous being in the nine realms.” He whispered.

“And your best friend” You whispered back coming a little closer.

“My only friend” The two of you smile at each other.

“Jarvis please tell me you got that” The two of you sat up quickly embarrassed that you’d been caught by Tony in what would look like two lovers staring into each others eyes even though you were nothing more than friends. Right? Without a thought you chased Tony all around the tower with your brush desperately trying to get that footage of the two of you.

Unsure of when it started Loki realized that the beautiful friendship that once was had blossomed into something else entirely. He was bound to mess it up but he knew you’d give him a second chance. He is the king of those after all and you are worth all the chances he can get.

A/N: Happy Loki day! I was supposed to post this the other day but I didn’t know what I wanted to write yet. Thanks for your patience. There’s more to come!

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Thrown - Chapter 37: The Rainbow Bridge

Summary: Watching you suffer a loss leads Loki to a revelation.

WARNINGS: Please be aware this chapter is heavier than usual. Warnings for pet death (off screen), significant alcohol consumption, non-graphic descriptions of domestic violence.

Word Count: 4,654

Author's Notes: I just hope everyone can forgive me.

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The brothers' work for the day came to an end by mid-afternoon. This was a blessing, as the day had started quite early and it had been hectic. The construction of the hall was well underway, and Thor was determined to meet the deadline of Midsummer. This of course meant that arrangements were also being made for a feast and a ball. The morning was a frenzy of inspections and meetings and orders of supplies. They were both grateful to reach a point when nothing else needed to be done immediately. After a quick respite, Thor and Loki set out on their daily walk.

The weather was fair. The air was still brisk, but the remainder of the snow had finally gone and the first hues of green were beginning to make their appearance. The walk was pleasant, a welcome change from the turbulent day, and it was no surprise that their feet led them out from New Asgard onto the tranquil open road.

Your cottage came into view, and as they drew closer they could see you were outside as well. You were in front of your wall, in the shade of the yew tree. You were swinging some type of pick over your head, breaking up the ground. Thor and Loki traded uncertain looks and their conversation dwindled. You didn't seem to notice as they approached, until Thor spoke your name.

You jumped slightly and turned, quickly rubbing your cheek with the back of your hand. "Oh, hey boys." Your voice was quiet, weak. Both of the brothers tensed at the sound and worry laced Thor's voice as he spoke. "Are you alright?" "Yeah, I-" You looked at them for only a moment, but long enough for Loki to see your eyes. You had been crying. You looked away again, into the distance, then down at the ground. "Ash. Um. He didn't wake up this morning." Loki's heart sank as he now noticed a shape resting at the base of the wall, wrapped in a blue plaid blanket. Thor was already stepping toward you. "He went in his sleep. Not a bad way to go, I guess." Your voice cracked and you cleared your throat, you averted your gaze. "Oh, my friend, I am sorry." Thor pulled you into a hug, the pick still hanging limp in your hand, your eyes clenched shut. Every part of Loki wanted to reach for you, but you were already in good hands. When Thor stepped back you released a shaky breath. "Thanks."

There were other digging tools leaning against the wall. Loki lifted a spade and passed it to Thor, who took it without a word. You opened your mouth to speak but Loki stopped you with a hand on your shoulder. "Let us." He said softly. You looked up at him for a moment, then conceded with a nod. Loki picked up a shovel.

The three of you worked with few words spoken. You kept your eyes focused on the task at hand. The sound of earth being broken and moved filled the air. This work was nothing for the brothers, but it wore on you. Loki and Thor occasionally convinced you to take a break, rest. You did so reluctantly and for only a short time before returning to the chore. It was clear you didn't want to sit idle.

The hole was deemed adequate, Thor and Loki stood beside it and waited. You approached Ash and knelt down beside him. "This was his favorite blanket." You explained as you drew the fabric back from his face. You stroked his fur and spoke to him quietly. Loki didn't try to decipher what was said, it wasn't meant for his ears.

He looked down at the dog, his grey face appeared to be in a peaceful sleep. It was a stark contrast to the anguish you were wearing. Your shoulders slumped forward but somehow still your muscles seemed taunt. Loki strained under the effort of giving you this space. He took the moment to consider your morning. You had been alone with this the entire day. The idea crushed him. Why didn't you contact them? Perhaps he should get a phone. No, if you hadn't called for Thor you wouldn't have reached out for him, either. He wished you had.

After a few moments you reached under the blanket and unclipped Ash's collar, placing it in your pocket before you covered him again and stood.

The brothers took it upon themselves to gently lift the wrapped form and place it in the grave. You looked down at your dog lying in the ground and this particular moment seemed to be what finally broke your stoic demeanor. Your hand flew up to cover your mouth as you choked on a sob. Your eyes were tightly closed and tears ran freely down your face. Loki put one arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to his side. Thor stood solemnly beside you and gently pat your back. You shuddered under the weight of your grief for a minute or two. Gradually you managed to stem the flow and regain most of your composure. You rubbed your face and sighed, looking straight ahead rather than down.

"Should I say a few words?" Thor asked quietly. You nodded. "Please. I can't." It was little more than a whisper. He pat your back once more then clasped his hands in front of him. "We lay to rest our dear friend Ash. A stalwart companion. We are grateful that his journey from us was peaceful, and more grateful still for the time we had with him. We are better for having known him." Loki felt you tremble and gave your arm a reassuring squeeze. You sighed, standing with your eyes closed for a moment. You said a quiet thank you before picking up a shovel. The brothers followed suit.

The grave was filled and you leaned on the handle of your shovel, staring down at the freshly turned soil. You looked defeated. There was no energy left in your movements. Loki ached, watching the distant look on your face. "Come on, boys." You spoke as you turned away, toward your front porch. "I owe you dinner. Or at least a drink."

The gods followed as you led them inside. It was almost disorienting, moving from the desolate scene outside to your warm, welcoming home. The rooms were bright, a pot was simmering on the stove, and the smell of food embraced the guests. It was at odds with the occasion, Loki thought, as he watched you place the collar on your mantel. You moved to the kitchen, glancing at the empty cushion on the floor against the wall, and washed your hands. Loki and Thor did the same, then began setting the table.

"Tomorrow morning will be the worst part." You spoke somberly as you stirred the pot on the stove and cut the flame off. "You have a particular routine and then suddenly...." You trailed off Thor and Loki exchanged looks, both at a loss for words. You stretched, reaching up into a cabinet. "It's never seemed fair, how short their lives are compared to ours. Well, compared to humans' lives, I mean." You corrected as you pulled out a bottle of clear liquid he hadn't seen before. You laughed a little, then. "I guess humans are kinda like dogs to Asgardians." You mouth tilted in a wry smile as you looked over your shoulder at the brothers. "Will you wrap me in a blanket and bury me in your yard?" Loki couldn't breathe. His throat closed. He understood that you needed to joke about it, but he couldn't participate. The thought of your grave stopped his heart. He froze, stricken by they idea. He managed to keep the terror from his eyes but could do little else. Luckily Thor was there to do what needed to be done. "Certainly. You must let us know which blanket is your favorite." You barked a laugh as you poured the clear drink into a cup, mixing it with fruit juice before taking a sip.

You placed the bottle on the table and began filling bowls with stew. Loki pushed the thoughts of your mortality away and eventually recovered his ability to speak. He sat down and poured himself some of the drink you'd had. It was much stronger than the previous Midgardian spirits he'd sampled, but still wouldn't do much for him or Thor.

"We have this story," you spoke casually as you placed bowls back on the table but Loki heard a thread of nervousness in your voice, "about pets who pass on. They say they cross a rainbow bridge and wait for their owners. It-it's based in Norse mythology." You were worrying the edge of a dish towel. "There was a rainbow bridge on Asgard, wasn't there?" "There was." Thor answered as he took a seat. "I guess it was destroyed?" "In Ragnarok, yes." He said soberly You clenched your jaw and nodded. "It's-it's just a story." You waved dismissively and tried to laugh. "I mean, you guys probably would have mentioned a bunch of pet souls running around, right?" You attempted another laugh as you sat down, avoiding Thor's sympathetic look. There was a brief pause of unsettled quiet. "I can't speak to where Ash is now." Loki met your eyes. "But I know with absolute certainty is that he would never go anywhere that you couldn't follow." Your jaw clenched again, you looked away and then back to him with a watery smile. "Thank you."

Thor and Loki both understood their purpose here without the need to discuss it. With everyone in their seats and food before them, they fell immediately into storytelling. As the meal carried on and the drink flowed a few songs were sung as well. The mood brightened, the air filled with laughs and gasps and cries of disbelief. Given the circumstance, Loki allowed for certain stories that he would normally prohibit. Thor picked up on this, and took full advantage.

"So finally the elk has gone, the court is in absolute chaos," Thor's voice was brimming with glee, "Father is standing on the dais, looking down on us, absolutely furious." He grinned ear-to-ear. "And Loki--just a boy, mind you--Loki looks up at Odin, the Allfather, he looks up at him and says 'Father, I know you have questions. We have the antlers.'" He broke into hysterical laughter and you were right behind him, clutching your sides. Loki chuckled and shook his head. "I can't believe." You gasped, reaching for your glass. "I swear it, every word." Thor said, still chuckling. "I would say there were a few exaggerations." Loki amended. "Every. Word." Thor affirmed.

You sighed, recovering from your mirth, and refilled your cup. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of your stories." "You are in luck. We have over a thousand years' worth." Thor smiled. You returned the smile. "I am blessed." "What of one of your stories?" Loki smirked, leaning back in his chair. "For instance, can you tell us how it was you got your scar?" "This one?" You placed your arm on the table with a slight smile. You started to speak but halted as your eyes fixed on the mark. You glanced at the empty cushion against the wall, then gazed at your arm again. Your smile faded as you ran a finger down the rough line on your skin. "I... used to live with a man. He was... not kind." The table fell silent. Loki and Thor exchanged a serious look, suddenly alert in their seats.

They were both aware they were hearing the truth.

"The thing about abusers," you met Loki's eyes for just a moment before looking back to your arm on the table, "is that they don't just hurt you. They convince you that you deserve it. It's your fault. They get in your head. You believe it." The brothers wore grim expressions. Loki felt a fury build in the pit of his stomach. He had known something like this was possible, of course. He had hoped for some time now that the scar was from some unfortunate accident. Someone hurting you intentionally was unfathomable. To find out someone did so repeatedly was beyond understanding. To know you had thought you deserved it left him in despair. He watched you speak while fighting every impulse to take you into his arms, or alternatively to dash out the door and track down this man.

"One night, he had a broken bottle." You spoke gravely and pointed now to the scar. "This was meant to be my face." You held up your arm to demonstrate, as if blocking your head. Loki felt he could see it, you desperately trying to defend yourself, this man's furious swing arching through the air, meeting your forearm. His stomach turned. You looked down at the scar with a hint of disgust. "I didn't leave after this, if you can believe it. Stupid." The brothers moved in unison to object but you waved them down. The story wasn't finished.

"One day he comes home with a puppy. His friend's dog had a litter. He had the idea he'd train him up to be this tough guard dog or something. He lost interest pretty quickly, I knew he would, but that was fine. Because Ash was mine." Your face melted into a nostalgic smile, your eyes soft as you looked to your friends. "Oh, you should have seen him. Just a little ball of black fluff. Feet too big for him to manage. He was adorable." You grew somber again. "There was a bad night. I don't remember what he was angry about, but I ended up on the floor and he was coming toward me. Ash came and stood between us with his hackles up. He was maybe six months old, just this gangly thing, but he stood between me and this... monster." Your eyes grew distant as the memory replayed. "He kicked Ash in the face then stormed out. It knocked Ash down, he cried. And it was this... this revelation. I knew that Ash didn't deserve it." You looked up at the brothers, your eyes brimming with tears. "And Ash thought that I didn't deserve it either." Your voice cracked during that last line and you took a moment to recover. "We didn't deserve it. The next day I packed a bag and we left while he was at work. I didn't have many people left to turn to at that point, but I had a couple friends that let us stay for a few days." Your face drew taunt. "He was looking for me, though. We had to get further away. I called my aunt in Oslo. She brought us over, sent us here to Gerdy. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for Ash." You sighed and wiped away a stray tear. "I might not be alive if it weren't for Ash."

Silence reigned in the kitchen for some time. Loki reverently lifted his glass. "To Ash, a savior and a guardian. May we all have his strength and compassion." Thor raised his glass as well. "We owe him a debt beyond measure." Your lip trembled slightly as you lifted yours. "We'll miss him." The glasses clinked and everyone drank to his spirit. "Okay, boys." You set your cup down and reached again for the bottle. "Teach me another song."

They were more than happy to comply.

The laughter returned to the table and the night rolled on. The entertainment, and perhaps the drink, seemed to cast away most of your concerns. You were jovial and carefree, which was comforting to see. Your expression changed immediately when Thor checked the time and frowned.

"You have to go?" There was the slightest tint of nervousness in your voice. "Yes, I must regrettably take my leave. Early morning work." He looked truly remorseful as he stood. "Oh, that's alright." Your tone was light, but Loki saw the tension in your jaw. "I think I'll stay for a few drinks more." Loki interjected. "If I'm welcome, that is." You smiled and he watched the relief fall across your frame. "Of course you're welcome." Thor patted his brother on the shoulder and gave him an understanding nod.

You walked Thor to the door, where he gave you a tight, lingering hug and spoke his condolences again. You returned to your seat at the table and fixed Loki with a mock glare. "Any ulterior motives?" "Darling, we have already established that this practice was your idea to begin with." He replied with a smirk. "I don't care to participate in his early morning." "Is that all I am to you? An alibi?" "If it helps, you are my favorite alibi." You laughed. "It does, a bit."

The two of you carried on much as before, though the energy had shifted a little. There was a touch of desperation when you poured yourself a drink. There was an undercurrent of anxiety in your stories and your laugh. As the time passed Loki began to notice a change. Your words became slurred, your movements clumsy, your eyes glazed. He scolded himself, he should have been paying closer attention. He had been too focused on your mirth and distraction. He should have realized you were losing yourself.

You reached for the bottle of spirits and Loki slid it away from your grasp. "Hey!" You leveled a wobbling glare in his direction. "I believe you've had enough revelry for the night." "You aren't the boss of me." You muttered, standing to reach for the bottle again. The bottle vanished. You frowned at him. "That's cheating." He offered a casual shrug. "Cheating is in my nature. God of Mischief." "God of bitch-chief." You grumbled. He wore an amused smirk. "Your retorts suffer when you drink." "Your retorts suffer when I drink."

His amusement was replaced by the sting of guilt as he watched you stumble back into your chair. He shouldn't have let you reach this state. He took your glass and crossed the room to fill it with water. When he turned back to you your head was resting on the table.

He set the water down beside you. "You should drink this." "Sing that one again." Your voice was muffled in your arm. "The one with the trees and the waterfalls." He pulled his chair next to you and took a seat, speaking gently. "We've finished the songs for the night." You shook your head. "No. Let's keep going. I don't want to sleep." You whimpered, eyes shut. "If I go to sleep I'll have to wake up." He placed a hand on your back and leaned close. "Darling, the morning will come regardless." You looked up at him with such a mournful expression that if he'd had the power to do so he would have stopped the dawn. "Please drink this." He pushed the glass closer. "For my sake." You pushed yourself up from the table. "Fine, but you owe me." A smile tugged at one corner of his mouth. "Any favor you wish."

You finished the glass of water and Loki convinced you to stand. He grew more concerned with your condition when he saw the trouble you had doing so. He practically held you up as you walked to your bedroom. He couldn't put you to bed in these clothes, without question, but he struggled with what he could do. You assured him you could manage it, so he helped you gather up something to change into and helped you to the bathroom. He gave you the benefit of the doubt--and he had many doubts--and closed the door.

He took the time to turn down your blankets. There was another dog-sized cushion against the wall in this room also. He returned to thoughts of how utterly miserable your morning must have been. He wished he had been here. The thought of you bearing that loss alone ate away at him. He should have been here. There was no way for him to have known, but he wished he had. You shouldn't have been here by yourself.

A few minutes had passed and he realized that you had fallen silent on the other side of the door. All sounds of running water and shuffling around had stopped. He knocked on the door and called your name, when you didn't respond he opened it slowly, peering in. Surprisingly, you had managed to change. You were now lying on the floor, curled up on the rug in front of the bathtub, eyes closed.

Once he saw you were decent he stepped in and knelt down beside you. "Come now, little bird, you need to go to bed." "Here's fine." You mumbled sleepily. "It is decidedly not." Your response was an unintelligible mumbling and you settled yourself in on the rug.

He waited a moment, deliberating, then gently scooped you up into his arms and stood. You sighed and tucked your head against his shoulder. He walked you back into the bedroom and stood beside your bed. He didn't want to set you down. It felt right, holding you, and so he held you a little closer. You were unlikely to remember this in the morning. He considered just standing here, cradling your body against him. You wouldn't know. No, he shook the thought away. He shouldn't take such liberties. Reluctantly he placed you on the mattress and pulled the covers up over you.

You stirred and whimpered, your eyes barely fluttering open. "I don't want to be alone." "You're not alone." He knelt beside your bed, gently rubbing your shoulder. "I'm right here." "No. No." You whined. "Gerdy's gone. Ash is gone." A tear rolled down your cheek as you stilled. "I don't want to be alone." "I'm right here." He repeated quietly.

You didn't respond, likely pulled away to sleep. He remained there, kneeling beside you, and cupped his hand to your cheek, his thumb lightly brushing the tear away. The pain had finally left your face, it was a relief to see you tranquil again. He took a moment to appreciate the sight. He glanced down at the scar on your arm and his jaw tightened. Anger flared in his chest. He quickly tamped it down and replaced it instead with determination. The hurt you had been put through, he would do everything in his power to keep you from that again. He never wanted to see you as he had seen you today. Broken and defeated, wounded, aching. He would see to it that the rest of your days gave you the peace you deserved.

With that thought, a lie suddenly came to his attention. One of his greatest, and one he had been telling himself. He watched your sleeping form as the truth rang out clear. This was no passing infatuation. He was devoted. A part of him was terrified by that realization, but a greater part felt freed. You were precious to him in a way that he couldn't fully voice, but he no longer needed to. It was the sort of thing that defied definition, thus removing the necessity of explaining it. He could care for you in whatever way you needed, without any conflict or confusion, because that is what people did when they were in this position. His thumb caressed your cheek again as he settled into this newfound resolve.

You would be loved. Little else mattered.

He stood and looked down at you, and felt his priorities fall into place.

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You were pretty sure you weren't dead. Dead people's heads don't feel like this, probably. It was currently the only evidence supporting the claim, but it was strong enough that you attempted to open your eyes. You succeeded, confirming that your state was at least something approaching consciousness. After a short struggle you slid one leg out from under the covers and over the side of the bed, followed by the other. With great effort, you managed to crane yourself up into a sitting position. Victory. The surge of throbbing in your head declared it a draw instead. You groaned and leaned forward to place your head in your hands.

With little notice, you remembered. You remembered why you felt this way. A sob rose in your chest but you fought it back down. You couldn't cry right now. You needed to hydrate first. You took a minute to take in the world. The light coming through the window told you it was late. Breidr and Goat were probably starving. Then you realized you were in your pajamas, in bed, with no recollection of getting there. You squinted, trying to determine where your memory stopped. Thor went home, Loki stayed, things got fuzzier after that. You really did a number on yourself. You hoped you didn't do anything ridiculous before he left.

A glass of water and two little white pills were waiting on your nightstand. You silently thanked drunk-you for having the presence of mind. You took the pills and downed them along with the entire glass. You sat for another minute, finding your resolve and trying hard to not think about anything at all, then finally pushed yourself to your feet and left your room.

You stopped immediately outside your door. All the furniture had been moved. Ash's bed was gone, the kitchen table was shifted closer to the wall, everything was in a new arrangement.

Loki stood from where he was reading in the armchair. "Good morning. How are you feeling?" You couldn't muster much of a response. He approached, looking a little nervous, likely due to your dumbfounded expression. "Is this alright? I thought... perhaps it would be easier. It might simply feel like something had changed rather than something was missing." He did this for you. You closed your eyes to fight back a wave of tears. You managed to nod in response.

He took the empty glass from your hand and led you to the kitchen table, gently pushing you down into a seat. "The livestock have been fed." He refilled the cup and placed it in front of you. "Can I get you something to eat?" He took a moment to look you over, appraising your state. "Perhaps you would like to start with toast?" It took you a second to catch up with current events. "Ye-yeah, toast would be fine." He gave you a gentle smile before turning to the task.

You propped your head in one hand while you came to terms. Had he stayed with you all night? You looked up and watched him. There was a god in your kitchen. He was doing your chores and treating your hangover. You wondered what you had done to be worthy of such a thing.

"Are you alright?" He looked at you with concern. "Given the circumstances, I mean." You nodded quickly. "Yeah, yeah." You took a sip of water to ground yourself, then looked up at him again. "You don't have to do all this." He shook his head. "I'm afraid I'm honor bound. I have a promise to keep." You thought hard, willing some memory from last night to surface. You gave up. "Did you promise me something?"

"Not you, no." He said it casually as he plated the toast. "I once promised Ash that I would look after you, while he rested." A sudden wave of tears stung your eyes. Your voice was lost as you watched him cross the room to you. He set the plate in front of you and offered another gentle smile. "And I am a god of my word."

He wasn't, you knew. But it still felt true when he said it.

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