It was a torrential downpour outside and you couldn't help but feel slightly amused at how well the weather fit your mood. The last week had been complete and utter shit and you were fighting the urge to pull your hair out. You were certain that you were losing hair because chunks of it came out when you ran your fingers through the length of it. Having all but given up on putting on a front for the world, you were sitting in a plush armchair in front of the windows that made up the backside of your house. Wearing a pair of worn out sweatpants from your high school days (because the older the better, right?) and a long-sleeved shirt your stole from Loki's dresser, you were snuggled up under a deep green throw blanket, nursing a delicious bottle of Cabernet, absentmindedly listening to the music that played over the speakers quietly in the background.

Work was more stressful than usual and you were convinced that common sense was no longer common, possibly non-existent. Clients were not understanding that they are not the only person in the world who needs help or if there were other people, well, they felt their case was more important and you should tell everyone else to go screw themselves. Another client took your name and signed it on a motion that they filed on their own without your knowledge…in court…which was quickly brought to your attention by an angry email from the opposition attorney who knew you were in a three-day trial and how on earth could you file that motion while cross-examining a witnesses? That client was promptly arrested on multiple charges and they were threatening to have you disbarred as if you were the one who broke the law. And your favorite part, a client's father approaching the judge after a hearing and started to berate the said judge, swearing at them up and down, threatening them. Yet another fool thrown in jail. Not to mention the one who lied in Federal Court…

You snorted, rolling your eyes at the stupidity and chugged a mouthful of wine.

Shitty week indeed. Doesn't help that your husband was away on a hunt with his brother. You glared at the rain that was streaming down the windows, not even flinching when lightning streaked across the sky followed by a loud roar of thunder that shook the pictures that hung on the wall.

You loved Loki with your whole being, but you were miffed that he was gone during this shit week. Logically, you knew that it wasn't fair to feel resentful towards the Asgardian god, but you were a lawyer 90% of the time. You didn't have to be logical all time time. That and the fact that because he wasn't around, you could pout like a child…a grown ass child with alcohol.

Just remember, Love. You get to be home in our bed while I am babysitting a fully grown Asgardian King who is as ADD as a golden retriever puppy. Loki's parting words flashed through your mind and you felt a tiny bit better that he would be suffering a little bit too. That's not to say you both didn't love Thor, but he really was like a puppy. That or a child let loose in a candy store, hyped up on crack.

A chime rang through the room, indicating that you had a new email. Reaching into the pocket of your pants, you pulled out the phone and quickly swiped to see who it was and frowned when you saw the name of one of the clients who had been arrested this week. Obviously, they were out and they were demanding a meeting right damn now and were going to call in five minutes. Not having the patience for any more stupidity for the day, you powered down the phone and tossed it onto the coffee table so it would be out of reach if temptation was there for you to turn it back on.

With yet another tired sigh, you took a long sip of your wine before melting into the chair, closing your eyes and rubbing your temples to fight off an offending headache.

"Oh, Love. Are you actually drinking wine from the bottle?" Loki's silky smooth voice broke through your self-misery, making your heart rate spike in surprise.

Many different emotions ran through you, but you were too emotionally exhausted to properly express any of them. Had it been any other day, you would have run to your husband's arm, squeezing the life out of him and smothering him with affection. Instead, you slowly blinked at him, keeping a blank expression on your face before looking away and taking another sip of wine.

This was obviously very concerning to Loki as he had never seen you in a state such as this in all the years you had been together. Without a moment's hesitation, he magic-ed himself so that he was directly in front of you. He crouched down so that he was at eye level and you could see the concern that filled his green eyes. Once you had registered that his eyes were green, you managed the tiniest of smiles. That was something that had initially drawn you to him. Normally, he would have icy blue eyes that could steal your breath away, but whenever he felt strong emotions or did magic, they would darken into the most beautiful of greens that would stop your heart. Loki always thought your reaction to the color change was amusing.

Loki noticed your small smile and gave you one of his own as he lifted a hand to your cheek, gently cupping your face with his strong hand. Your reaction was automatic as you nuzzled into him, briefly pressing a kiss to the inside of his palm and he gently stroked your cheek with his thumb.

He leaned over and pressed a kiss to your forehead before he rested his own on yours. His eyes were searching yours. "Darling, pray tell. What has happened while I was away?"

His words triggered the dam of your emotions and you immediately began to laugh obnoxiously, pulling away from him to clutch at your stomach. This was not the reaction that he was expecting and he leaned back on his heels, his face betraying his befuddlement. His confusion briefly turned into concern when he noticed your face was turning red from laughing so hard and you were gasping for breath.

After a minute, you recognized that your husband was about to have an aneurysm and you held up a finger to indicate that you just needed a minute. In response, Loki put up his hands in defense and gave you an appraising look, waiting for you to calm down.

Just like you had said, it only took a minute for you to calm down from your mental breakdown. As soon as your breathing had calmed, you jumped up from the chair and wrapped your arms around Loki's waist, holding him tightly. He understood that this meant you wanted him to embrace you back and he squeezed you just as tightly. Another chunk of time passed and you pressed a kiss to his chest before you turned your face up to him. You knew that you probably looked half crazed, skin blotchy and eyes wide, but you also knew that no matter the state you were in, this man, this god, in front of you, would love you unconditionally…and that made your heart swell with happiness and love.

Though Loki would never admit it to anyone besides you, he loved it when you were feeling affectionate like this. Cuddly you was his favorite you.

"Better now?" he teased, gently squeezing your waist and nuzzled against your head.

You snorted, rolling your eyes at him. You knew that no matter what was going on in this world, whether with work, the Avengers, or just your families, everything would be okay because you would always have Loki and he would always have you.

"Just wait until you hear about my week. Then you'll be pulling out the tequila."