When Natasha woke again, the first thing she felt was a hand gently stroking her hair, long fingers quite gentle especially when they traced the wound on her forehead. She had gotten it stitched up before so now it was just a long line of stitches and scarring skin. After a moment, she let her eyes open, almost instantly looking up at Loki who was gazing forward in contemplation. Lifting her hand, she placed it on his arm, watching as a smile touched his lips lightly, even as his hand stilled.
"You know, I was scared that I wouldn't get you back after the war.." Loki whispered, green eyes now focused on her. They were calm and gentle, if not happy. After so many months, a moment like this was appreciated by the both of them.
"I was scared I wouldn't find my way back.." She whispered, hand moving down his arm to pull his hand down to the bed where she grasped it tightly. They just sort of stared into each others eyes for a moment, at least until Natasha sat up on the bed and leaned in to kiss his forehead. "I missed you, so much… I'm sorry I ran before. I was just scared…" He gave a slight nod, moving his hands to cup her face. He knew what she meant, who wouldn't, but he knew on a deeper level. One that so many people wished to know.
"I understand Natasha, you don't need to apologize. But perhaps, now that we are sort of alone, I could give it another try?" He smiles, despite the flicker of his eyes towards the other sleeping occupants in the room. Lifting her hand, he kisses the palm then the ring on her finger. "Natasha Romanoff, will you marry this fool of a god? I know he has had his stupid moments, but I think he has also had just as many good moments." A blush grew on her cheeks at that, blue eyes sparkling with unshed tears.
"You know, maybe my answer can be different this time…" She whispers, leaning into the hand on her cheek. "Of course I will, on one condition." He perked a brow at that, wondering what her little conditions would be for marriage. "You heal quickly. This hospital bed is very uncomfortable." That caused a grin to appear on his face, the same one he had when they finished joking around or had a silly moment.
Natasha grinned back, and a chuckle came from Stark's corner of the room, an amused smirk placed on his face. "You guys win the award for weirdest couple of the year, I swear to god." Both Loki and Natasha laughed, Loki's one arm encircling her waist and gently pulling her closer. No way was he letting her get far at this point in time.
Within an hour, the entire team was up and talking as well as eating breakfast. Loki was still healing so he mainly drank smoothies, but other than that, it could have been a day when they just hung out in one of the rooms. The chatter was slowly growing louder, the nurses throwing glances to the room in annoyance. It seemed that Tony had told them to allow the entire team to stay, despite how much they didn't want to. That chatter seemed to evaporate into thin air though when Director Fury stepped up to the door, looking grim as always. Everyone stared at him before shifting uneasily. Nobody had told him about Loki, but he seemed to know now..
"There is one thing I do not stand for, and that is lies. This, is a very big lie." Natasha winced slightly at his tone, glancing to Loki who, surprisingly, looked quite calm. He met the directors gaze easily, not even flinching. "Why is he still here? Thor should have taken him back by now, despite his injuries." Natasha started to talk but Loki touched her arm, shaking his head gently. Fury raised a brow at this, waiting for an answer. "Well?"
"I am afraid that I shall not be leaving anytime soon, director." When he looked about to argue, Loki raised a hand to cut him off. "I proposed to Natasha and she has accepted. We shall be wed at some point, perhaps in the coming months. With her permission of course." Natasha grinned and kissed his cheek, causing him to blush a bit. He still wasn't quite sure about public displays of affection, especially in front of so many people.
"You people are insane…" Fury mutters before leaving, mumbling things about not being happy if little demi-gods started running around. Most of the team laughed at this, though Clint was frowning heavily and Thor just looked confused.
"Little demi-gods? I do not understand what he was referring to!" Natasha blushed this time, hiding her face in Loki's neck. She was really not ready to talk about kids. They hadn't even been engaged for a day yet!
"Thor, you idiot, he was talking of children!" Tony made something like an exaggerated gagging noise while Thor grinned.
"Why, that is a wonderful idea! I would love to have a niece and nephew!" Natasha scowled slightly, shaking her head a bit. She did want a child of course, it was just so early. Loki saw this and smiled, rubbing her back gently.
"It will not be any time soon, I can promise you this. Perhaps a while after we are married we can think about it.." She nodded as he spoke, smiling gently. Yes, that did sound nice. There was a sudden slam, people practically jumping from their chairs as Clint slammed the door behind him.
Everyone was silent before Bruce stood up, moving to the door and leaving. He looked like he was going to talk to Clint, the sweetheart. Natasha sighed and rubbed her temples, feeling a headache growing. It had been a stressful day already, what with Fury and now Clint. Loki kissed her head and whispered right in her ear.
"Take a nap love, you need it. I can tell. I will shoo these guys out of here so you can get a peaceful sleep this time." Thor smiled at his brother and Natasha before leaving of his own accord. He knew the need for privacy well and he respected that. Tony left afterwards, giving a childish pat to Natasha's head before walking out. When Loki and Natasha were alone, they took that time to look up at eachother, just memorizing each others faces. Within moments they had locked their lips though, Loki's free arm around her waist and Natasha's arms around his neck. This didn't go on for long though, as Loki tried to move closer and ended up letting out an involuntary whimper of pain. Damn those stitches. Natasha sighed softly, pulling back with a gentle smile.
"We will have to put a raincheck on that love. Just until you are healed enough that you don't have anymore stitches. Sound good?"
"It does, despite how long that might take. Promise me light kisses each day and we have a deal." That mischievous glint was back in his eyes, causing Natasha to grin.
"Hmm, deal. And sealed with a kiss of course." She leaned forward and gave him a slow, gentle kiss before pulling back. She settled happily into his arms, a nurse coming in to give him another dose of pain medication as well as an advil to Tasha. Within minutes they were both asleep, dead to the world, cradled in eachothers arms.