After the events of Infinity War...

Wanda Maximoff's POV

Stark, being the party planner he always was, had thrown a party to celebrate our victory over Thanos. The God of Mischief, Loki was standing outside at the Avengers Tower balcony, leaning over the railing looking at the cinematic view of New York. I watched him from one of the many sofas inside the main room. He looked cute from afar. I had soon developed a crush on him since we met.

Somehow, his green eyes would draw me in whenever he looked at me, which he rarely did. I wanted to talk to him but was too afraid to do so. I would ask myself now and then whether he felt the same way about me as I felt about him. Looking at the others, I noticed some were mingling while the rest (Tony, Bruce and Peter Quill) were having an animated conversation on 1980's movies and which one was the best. Turning my head back in the direction of the balcony, Loki was still there. Standing up, I told myself that I was going to get out there to talk to him.
Walking out to the balcony, I strolled up to him.

"Hi, Loki…"

He turned around and gave me that mischievous grin that seemed to light up his entire face and make him look cuter that he already is. I've always thought his smile always made him look younger than he looks; it's like he becomes a child whenever he smiles; with more than enough naught to match! Although I felt my knees turn to jelly, I willed myself to talk to him anyway. "Hello, Wanda! Your presence makes it all the nicer!" He said, "I have had another dispute with my brother. Or else I would have joined the lively event inside!" I smiled, "Why does my presence make you feel better?" I asked. He sighed and instantly looked sadder.

I felt my heart break when I saw his face. He looked like he was going to cry. I knew how it was like to quarrel with a sibling and feel bad about it after. I laid a hand on his gold coloured pauldron clad shoulder, "I've quarreled with my brother, Pietro before. It's either I felt bad or he felt bad after. You're not alone when it comes to quarreling with siblings."

Loki slipped his hand on his shoulder, on mine. It felt cold but the feeling comforted me. "Well… the best thing you could do is to apologise to Thor…" I said to him, "For quarreling anyway…" Loki looked at me and gave me that grin again. He lifted his hand off his shoulder, taking mine with his. We stood like that for awhile, holding hands and looking at the city view. Loki broke the silence later. Letting go of my hand, he said, "Very well, my lady. I will go and apologise to my brother."

I watched as he turned and moved towards the doorway leading back inside. "Wanda?" He turned, looking at me, "Are you coming?" I gave him a weak smile and shook my head, "Don't worry about me. I'll be out here." I said. He stood there for a minute, looking at me, watching for my next move. I just smiled at him and motioned to him to go. He relented and walked back inside. Before disappearing into the main room, he stole one glance at me and grinned.

I waited for him to come out and when he did, he was smiling like he had pulled off an insanely dangerous prank. "How did it go?" I asked. "It was alright… my brother forgave me!" He said, still smiling. I felt happy that he wasn't upset at himself anymore, at least. "Shall we head inside then, Wanda?" He asked, "To join the festivities?"

"Well… ok! Sounds like a good idea!"

He offered me his hand and I took it. His icy hand filled me with warmth. Walking back inside, he looked at me and we both smiled.