She woke up with a slight headache, but nothing near as bad as she was expecting. She'd had worse hangovers on much lighter alcohol. Maybe the Asgardians had developed drinks that didn't give hangovers. It didn't seem like a probable thing, but if anyone could do it, it was the Asgardians.
Her lack of headache was the first thing she noticed, but when she shifted, she noticed something else that was less peculiar and more alarming. There was a weight in the bed with her. Not only that, but there was breathing and when she shifted a little more a hand landed gently on her waist.
"What the…?" She tried to turn to see behind her, but the arm slithered around her middle and pulled her against the person behind her.
"Okay. Nope!" Maisy thrust her elbow backward into the other person's gut. It was a surprisingly toned gut. Her attack had the opposite of the desired effect, because even though the person seemed to jolt awake, their grip tightened.
"Who? What?" Loki's voice muttered by her ear, breath dancing over her skin.
"Loki?!" She struggled and elbowed some more, finally getting him to let her go, "What the hell?!"
"Maisy?" He asked groggily, blinking in confusion, "What are you doing in… damn."
"You, you!" Maisy quickly crawled away from him and jumped out of bed, feeling betrayed, "You!"
"Yes, me."
"How could you?!"
"Alright, Maisy," Loki got out of the bed too, putting his hands up peaceably, "Before you jump to some horrible conclusion-"
"You got me drunk! You told me I could have the bed and then you slid right in with me!"
"Some horrible conclusion such as that," Loki rolled his eyes and moved closer. Maisy took a huge step back, "This was all an accident. I am sorry."
"You, you are?" She narrowed her eyes at him, "How could it be an accident?"
"I forgot you'd be in the bed and I was tired. I wasn't thinking. "
"That sounds like an awfully convenient excuse," she crossed her arms and realized she was still in the black dress. Hopefully Romanoff wouldn't be too mad that she'd wrinkled it.
"It is. And I have no one to corroborate it. But I swear," he put his hand to his heart, "On my life, that I fell asleep without even realizing you were there. I did not lay a finger on you."
"Until this morning," Maisy grumbled, "When you seemed to think I was a teddy bear."
"Sorry about that," He lowered his gaze a bit and rubbed the back of his head, "I did not lay a conscious finger on you."
"Thank you," she nodded, hair flopping in her face, "I'm sorry for freaking out - actually, you know what? I'm really not sorry. I think that was worthy of a good freak out. Jeesh!" She shuddered, "I'm going to go take a shower. Blergh."
"Blergh? Really?" He rolled his eyes, "I know it displeased you, but was it really that bad?"
"No comment," she grabbed her "battle gear" from the previous day and ducked into the bathroom.
If she was being honest, it had made her vastly uncomfortable, but if she'd been expecting it, then cuddling might not have been so bad. Maybe. Not that she'd ever admit that to anyone. She didn't even like admitting it to herself.
When she was done in the shower, Loki took his. And when he was done Maisy suggested they go eat breakfast with the Avengers.
"They invited us to join them. Apparently, Clint snuck into the kitchen and stole ingredients to make pancakes," Maisy laughed.
"Are you certain they invited us?"
"Well, they invited me," She shrugged, "But they won't mind."
"They will."
"It's fine," she grabbed her backpack, "Unless you have other plans for breakfast? Maybe with Tzefira?"
"Norns no! That woman couldn't tempt me to eat with her if she was offering to pay me with the crown of Asgard."
"Really? She's that bad?"
"Perhaps not that bad, but I'd rather dine with the Avengers than her and that's saying something."
"Oh, before we go," Maisy turned and looked at him, "Can we be sure not to mention the whole…" she gestured to the bed, "I don't want them going all 'kill-mode'."
"Certainly."
"Like," Maisy tried to look commanding, "I'm serious. Even if we run into Egil - especially if we run into Egil - and you want to be like 'ooh, look at how much more she trusts me', don't do it. Promise."
"I would never!" He smirked, "It would be ungentlemanly of me to discuss who I share a bed with."
"Ugh!" She covered her face, "Just promise, okay?"
"I promise," he winked jauntily at her.
"No crossies?"
"What?"
"You aren't lying?"
"Why would I?"
"Because you winked! How am I supposed to take you seriously if you wink?"
"Why is this such a big deal?"
"Because if word gets out then it might get back to my dad and I really, really do not want to deal with that," she huffed in irritation and grabbed his arm, linking them, "Let's just go, okay?"
"I was not the one delaying us."
"Yeah, yeah."
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