The Fall

Drunk Ramblings

"Darling please you are drunk. You need to lay down." Loki says trying to hold your squirming body. "You can't tell me what to do. I'm more powerful then you!" "Oh yeah if that's so do something about it then!" He hisses knowing magic is useless when the person is drunk. You flick your hand to see nothing happen so you try again but to no avail. "What did you do to me?" You scream beating your hands against the god's chest. "I didn't do anything to you my love it was all your own doing. You can't conjure when intoxicated. Now sit down!" He says sternly and your body complies. "Good now I'm going to help you change your clothes and get ready for bed ok?" Your eyes widen at the thought of him seeing you naked. "No you can't see me naked. I don't know you!" You begin to cry not really knowing what else to do. "Shhh my dear it's ok. I know you don't know me. I wasn't going to see you naked because I can change your clothes just like that." He says with a soft snap of his fingers. Your dress is gone and comfy pajamas take its place. "Now let's clean your face." He coos getting a warm wet washcloth from the bathroom and wipes your face. You feel so at ease with this man you easily submit to him. Subconsciously knowing he wouldn't hurt you in anyway. That he genuinely cares about you even though you don't understand why. When you are ready for bed he climbs into bed and sits with his arms open wide for you. Your brain says no but your body cuddles close to the god in his lap. "Now that's a good girl." He hums pulling the blanket up on you. "Now just relax, I'm here." He notices the alcohol is taking over your body and you're beginning to pass out. Gently rocks you back and forth trying to speed along your sleep to go back out and preform some damage control.

"Loki?" You whisper. "Yes darling?" "Are you a prince? I was thinking about the stories you told me earlier and I thought they were all too good to be true. Why would a prince play or fall in love with someone like me. Then I realized you never told me you were a prince so I was confused where that thought came from." You drunkenly ramble. "Yes (Y/N) I am a prince. Prince of Asgard. And that makes you a princess. This might mean your starting to remember." He says hugging you tight only to realize you passed out after your ramblings.

Wanda and Thor rush into the room to see if you and Loki were ok after your drunken outburst. Loki puts a finger to his lips and points down at your sleeping body. Thor gives a silent thumbs up and follows Wanda out the room.

Fatigue taking over his body he slides you down into the bed and tries to leave without disturbing you too much. You feel him get up and you whimper. "No stay." You rasp. Loki smiles but knows you won't remember asking him to stay and he really doesn't want to deal with your outburst in the morning. "I got to go back to my room little one. Go back to sleep. I'll see you in the morning." He kisses the top of your head and tucks the blanket into you. You mumble incoherently as he leaves for his room. He crawls into his bed and pulls a pillow close to his body to cuddle. He missed the feeling of you in his arms your soft breathing and your cute noises you made while sleeping. He missed sharing a bed with you. Then he remembered your episode during dinner and cringed at the though of cleaning up the mess you made. "Of all things why did you have to ask about his arm?" He grumbles as he gives into his sleep.