"Ew, ew, ew..." I repeat, stumbling to the bathroom quickly.
I remove my clothes in a rush, leaving them on the floor, and step into the shower.
After cleaning myself up, I shut off the shower and reach out for a towel, coming up empty handed.
I glance over, sighing deeply at the sight of nothing to dry myself with.
"Loki!" I yell, "Are there any towels out there?" I ask.
"No, are there none in there?" he replies, stepping to the other side of the door.
"No." I reply.
"Want me to pass you some clothes?" he asks.
"Whilst I'm wet?"
"Oh.. right." he realises, "I'll get one."
With that, I hear his footsteps fading away, leaving me soaked in the bathroom.
At least I don't smell of vomit. Well, not that much anyway.
"Valkyrie? You there?" I call.
"Yeah, I'm here." she answers.
"Can you help Loki pick me out some clothes, I worry for his fashion sense." I request,
I hear faint laughter through the doorway, "Yes, of course." she nods.
"I'm back." Loki calls, "I have the towel."
"I can't come out and grab it." I reply.
"Loki, get some clothes for her." I hear Valkyrie tell him.
Even through the bathroom door I can hear the quiet rustle of Loki rummaging through the wardrobe, Valkryie talking to him quietly.
Eventually, I hear a knock on the bathroom door.
"I'm covering my eyes." Loki says, opening the door and holding out the towel and clothing with his hand. I poke my head around the door and see him with his hand over his eyes- at least he has some respect.
I grab the towel and clothes and shut the door.
"Thanks." I say, attempting to dry myself.
And that's when I realise what clothes Loki handed me. Short shorts and a crop top.
What the actual fuck.
"What the fuck are these?" I yell, staring at the clothing.
"That's all there was! The rest is in the wash." Valkyrie calls back.
"I don't own these?" I question, "Are they Loki's?"
"Very funny." Loki shouts, sarcastically.
"They're mine." Valkyrie admits.
I put the clothes on begrudgingly and walk out of the bathroom, sitting down on my clean bed to watch Loki stress about the vomit on his bedsheets.
"You okay?" I ask, shielding my stomach.
"Thanks to you and Loki." Valkyrie nods.
"No, I'm not okay- how do you get sick out of bedsheets?" Loki asks.
"First of all, I wasn't asking you. Second, get Stark to do it." I answer.
"Sorry about your clothes..." Valkyrie mumbles.
"Don't worry about it, it's our fault you got caught up with Wrinkles." I nod.
In between the beds, Loki stands awkwardly, not sure which he'd prefer- vomit bed, or (Y/n) bed.
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The Revengers (Loki x Reader)
Fanfiction'Freedom is life's great lie, once you accept that, in your heart, you will know peace.' They led the same life. Both faced the same struggles, yet that was no coincidence. Bor, Father of Odin, always told the witches of the prophecy. The prophecy o...
