The 7th Avenger. Loki fanfic~

Chapter Twenty-Eight

After I had rushed and sprinted my way around the base, I finally found Nick Fury, and explained to him my theory. He thought about it for a moment, and just when I thought he was about to bark and go off on me, he sighed and gave in. I would have hugged him I was so happy, but he was already upset and angry about the injured agents and burning hole in the floor. I remember there being so much noise and commotion going on, that it was stressing me out too much. Even after I found Loki's room, he was still uncontious and too many loud doctors buzzing around. I was then forced to help clean up the mess and the fire, and to try to patch up the hole in the helli-carrier. Captain was shouting commands, and I had nothing to do but go follow them and take my mind off Loki. It was a long day, and seemed to last forever, but soon I was allowed to quit helping and fixing the base, and let the other agents finish. As soon as I left, I quickly glided down the hallways, and found Loki's room. I was happy to see that he was awake, and sitting up in his bed. He was only wearing some loose pants that the nurses probably gave him, and down his side was a deep and dark burn. It was still moist and fresh, and looked terribly painful, but I came inside and decided to say hello anyway.

"You're awake." I declare in a half cheery tone, but keeping it on low volume just incase Loki had a headache. He sat up a little straighter when he saw me enter, but it looked like it hurt to do so. I sat down on the edge of the hospital bed, and looked down at his burn. I traced my finger around it, not touching the burn, but outlining it instead

"Hurts like hell." Loki tiredly told me, talking about his injury. "But I'll live. What about you? You look perfectly fine to me." He told with a sneer, knowing that I couldn't of gotten hurt from that because the bomb was mostly fire, and seeing as though I'm immune. I smiled back, and sighed, sorry that he wasn't immune too.

"I cleared things up with Nick Fury. He knows loud and clear it was Thanos that set the bomb on you." I reveled to him. He stopped for a moment and slowly nodded his head, realizing the truth in that. We were both silent for a moment after that, and he moved over enough in the bed for me to lie next to him on our backs. We were quiet, and both thought about some things. Footsteps echoed throughout the hallways, and most of the nurses left now that it was the end of their shift. It was nice to have some quiet solitude for once.

"What are we doing after... All of this is over?" Loki asked. I felt a pain in my throat, and knew we'd be split up eventually, but deeply hoped it wouldn't happen. 

"I don't know. I'd go back to my old little apartment, I suppose." I told him with a sigh. He nodded his head, listening to me, and then sighed too.

"Thor would make me go back." Loki told me, talking about his home planet somewhere in space. "But I'm not welcome anymore." The last bit turned my mood from light and calm, to a kind of quiet, depressing feeling. I hated so much that all of this was happening to Loki. I wished for his sake, that he'd make peace with Odin, and that everything would turn out right. But another part of me wished that he couldn't go back, and I know that was selfish, but I wanted him to stay with me. I could imagine us, going to lunch together, falling asleep together, shopping and doing normal human things together, even though both of us weren't 100% human. But I loved the idea more than anything, of us just living our lives together, and being happy. But I knew there was almost a zero chance he'd stay. I knew in the back of my mind that he would go back, and that I'd have to move on. I couldn't imagine I ever would, but there's nothing I can do about it anyway. There was a still silence in the room, then I spoke.

"Loki?" I asked in a different, more serious tone. 

"Yes my dear?" He responded, mimicking my tone. He turned his head to the side, and looked down into my eyes with a slight smile.

"Would you ever stay here, on earth with me? You know, after everything is over, which would be soon I'm guessing, and if you had a choice?" I dared to ask him, silently and slowly. He paused for a moment, but then gave me a bigger smile and brushed a few strands of hair out of my face. 

"Of course, darling. I'll stay in this funny little planet with you, there's no where I'd rather be than here with you." He answered in a warm and loving tone. All I could do is smile like an idiot, and shake my head at him, as if I was saying, 'I can't believe how great you are.'. All the doctors had left a while ago, and the lights were dimming in the hallways as agents began to turn some off as the night grew on. It seemed we though Loki and I were the only ones on the whole helli-carrier. All I could hear were faint footsteps echoing in the hallways far away, and Loki's heavy breathing. I hadn't realized before how tired I was from all the excitment going on today. My eyes felt dry and my eyelids felt heavy, which led me to close them for a moment. I nudged my head at Loki's side, to where he repostioned his arm around me, letting me use part of his shoulder and chest as a living pillow. I had never felt so comfortable and safe before than I had lying next to Loki. I tried to keep my eyes open but I felt more and more hypnotized in the rythmic beat of our hearts and breaths moving as one, that I didn't even realize I had fallen asleep, right there, where I had most wanted to be.