Just drabbles which in fact my boyfriend wrote (so scared & happy he wrote about Loki) and wanted me to edit it and put it on here aha, and I quote he said;

"You can write all the sexual stuff, I'm not gay."

Yet he writes everything else so well, I don't know aha

Enjoy

I glanced at Lokis features – illuminated by the weak rays of the sunlight that managed to work their way through the grey clouds. Loki seemed unaware of my gaze on him, his eyes transfixed on the glittering water below us. His ruffled black hair swaying around in the gentle breeze - a few loose strands flopping down onto his face, framing his glittering green eyes perfectly. Loki tore his eyes away from the sea to stare at me. His eyes boring into mine. We stayed like that for a while, not moving – just staring at each other – as if we had both been told that we only have a few minutes to live – and we didn't want to forget each other faces.
I like to think that Lokis eyes can be so clear and honest, although I know many of my friends wouldn't agree, I know that he is good.
"Love you, pretty girl," he murmured, wrapping his arms around me protectively - making me feel like a little girl all over again. I allowed myself to melt into his arms, once I felt warm and secure I felt my eyes close sleepily, it had been a long day.
"Love you too," I whispered, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck, pulling myself closer to him.
"I will always keep you safe, always. No matter what," Loki said more to himself than to me as he picked me up slowly – I could feel his gaze still on my face as he lethargically carried me to one of the only places we would be safe from now on.
I counted his breaths, reminding myself how to breathe normally as I allowed for my mind to drift back to what had happened earlier today and look at how only a measly fourteen hours can ruin your life. . .

I flicked my long auburn hair out of my face as I struggled to get up and out of bed. It was difficult to do so. It was another freezing cold day in the centre of New York City, and the temperature of my little New York City flat wasn't much warmer then outside.
'Maybe I warm things up a little bit,' I thought to myself as I threw myself out of bed and into the tiny, compact kitchen to make a cup of tea, rubbing my hands together the way Loki taught me to, trying desperately to warm the cold air around me, and until I paced into the front room I couldn't understand why it was so cold.

"Agent Fury," I said shortly, more self conscious than I should have been that I hadn't brushed my hair, "can I help you or do you and your friends enjoy breaking and entering?" I couldn't help to say cattily.

"We need your help," he said seriously, and I couldn't help to wonder if he was anything but.

"And I don't care," I said, meeting the glare which he sent me, not allowing myself to give in – like I usually did.

After a few more seconds of silence I sighed, "What is it?" I asked, placing my chipped coffee mug onto the floor.

"We need your expertise," he said, nodding his head at me which made me snort into my coffee.

"I don't fight anymore, my bones are getting old," I said sarcastically, curiosity getting the better of me as I leant over and looked at the pictures.

"It's not just them skills we need, us at SHEILD want you to try and get him to talk."

"And I have to tell you what he tells me?" I asked quietly, my eyes stuck on the one picture in which he looked sad, and I won't lie. It broke my heart.

YAAAAY DRABBLES. Let me know what you think?

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