You woke up alone in the bed, the sun streaming through the balcony window. You sat up in bed, the covers falling from your body and you noticed you were wearing Loki's dress shirt from the night before. You looked around the room and noticed clothes were on the floor and the shower was running. You grabbed the digital clock off the night stand and noticed you had a few hours before you had to catch your flight back to America. You grabbed your phone and noticed there were some missed calls from Tony. You dialed the number and after a few rings, Tony answered.
"Just because I give you a credit card, don't mean you get to spend all that money," Tony's voice sounded like he just woke up, or hadn't even gone to sleep.
"I'll pay you back," you began, noticing the glass of water on the night stand and taking a drink.
"Don't bother, just don't want to deal with the fraud department."
"I hear ya."
You and Tony talked about which airport to go to and reminded you of the times.
"And when you guys get back, Fury wants to talk."
"About what?"
"Who do you think," the sarcasm leaked out of the phone.
"Why?"
"Ask him. I got important things to do." Tony hung up before you could say anything.
"Who was that," you turned to see Loki standing in the doorframe, a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Tony," you looked him up and down remembering the fun you had the night before. "Apparently Director Fury wants to talk."
"About what?"
"Not too sure," you got out of bed and made your way towards the bathroom, but Loki blocked your way. "Are you going to let me through?"
"Maybe," Loki played with the collar of his shirt on you. "This looks good on you."
"And you would look better without this," You tugged on the towel and the fabric fell off, leaving him exposed.
"I think you're right," Loki bend over and pulled you into your arms and kissed you.
"I need to take a shower," you whined as Loki began kissing your neck.
"Shall I join you," Loki picked you up and walked back into the bathroom.
"You already took one," you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"Nothing wrong with taking another," Loki placed you on the tile floor and let go.
"You have to go and pack," you reminded him, unbuttoning the shirt to take it off.
"Remind me why we can't stay here," Loki took his shirt back from you and you turned to turn the shower on.
"Director Fury wants to talk," you sighed, waiting briefly for the water to warm up before walking into the stream.
"Wait," Loki followed behind you, and his fingers went to your neck. He unclipped the necklace you were wearing and stepped back out. "Don't want to get this wet."
"It's probably still covered in sweat," you laughed and Loki placed the necklace on the sink counter. "Thank you."
Loki gave you a smile that made your heart flutter and bent back into the water to kiss you. He picked up his towel and a beep came from the hotel door as it opened.
"I hope you're covered," Natasha's voice announced her and Loki quickly wrapped the towel around his waist again.
"We'll continue our conversation later," Loki winked at you and stepped into the bedroom. "Good morning."
"Morning," Natasha greeted Loki back. "Steve wants to head out of here in a few so we can get to the airport."
"Punctual," Loki hummed and you could hear shuffling in the other room.
"Hey Y/N," Natasha walked into the bathroom and sat on the toilet as you washed yourself. "It looks like it was a good night."
"It was," you smiled.
"Did he remember anything," Natasha asked and you shook your head.
"I did tell him everything though," you told her. "Handled it better than I thought."
"Asgardians must be very mature," Natasha laughed and you finished rinsing off your body and stepped out of the shower.
"You'd be surprise," Loki walked into the bathroom wearing the same clothes from last night. "I'll be on my way."
"Okay," you smiled, wrapping a towel around your torso. "Stay safe."
"Of course," Loki bent his head and gave you a kiss before walking out of the hotel room.
You began telling her about the evening as you put on the peasant blouse and shorts from the day before.
"Those bitches," Natasha swore when you told her about the hostess and waitress. "They really tried that shit with him?"
"Think about it now, it's kind of funny," you laughed, "I think they thought it was a date gone wrong and they had a shot."
You picked the necklace up from the bathroom counter and put it around your neck.
"How did he pay for that," Natasha asked, picking up the gem to get a closer look. "It looks like it cost thousands."
"He swiped my wallet earlier and I forgot to get it back," you admitted, you face paling at Natasha's appraisal. "At least it was Tony's card."
"Damn," Natasha set down the necklace. "He must be trustworthy if all he did was take you out on a date and buy you some expensive stuff."
"He still has that dampener on," you stated.
"Are you still concern he might be toying with you," Natasha crossed her arms, raising a questioning eyebrow at you.
"He did take the information really well," you fiddled with the necklace and went to pick up your duffle and dress bag. You felt a sharp hit on the head and turned to see Natasha almost glaring at you.
"Are you an idiot?"
"What?"
"Are you really an idiot," Natasha smacked you on the head again.
"Ow! What are you getting at," you stood, rubbing the back of you head.
"You're an idiot," Natasha swatted at you but you ducked before she could land a hit. "After everything, you really think he's going to betray you?"
"I don't want him to," you defended.
"And he isn't," Natasha's voice softened. "Look, I didn't want to say anything but Steve and I helped Loki."
"What?"
"I was in the hotel gym and he and Steve came in and asked for help finding a dress for you to wear. Steve had helped him with a reservation and the necklace, but those two have very conflicting styles of gowns."
"How were you able to get everything so fast," your hand rested on the dress bag remembering how perfect it fit your body.
"Cairo tailors are fast and hard workers," Natasha answered. "Especially when you drop Tony's name a couple times. The point is, Steve and I trust him."
"That's saying something," you laughed.
"Exactly," Natasha laughed, sitting next to you. "So you should listen when we say you can trust him."
"But what if you're wrong?" Your mind reminded you of all the time you were betrayed during your time on Midgard. Your time in Salem and England during the witch trials were at the forefront. You survived being self-sufficient and paranoid, it was easier than trusting someone and being betrayed later. Even though you knew Loki before being exiled, you knew some things had to change during those thousand years apart.
"If we're wrong then you have first crack at beating him senseless," Natasha sighed. "How am I the one comforting the thousand year old god?"
"That's 'thousand year insecure god' to you," you laughed and Natasha joined in, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.
"So. . .?"
"So. . ." Loki may have changed in many ways those centuries apart, but so did you. However, there were many things about the Asgardian prince that remained after all that time. His wit, humor, and his mischievous side manage to survive the centuries, so it didn't seem as farfetched that he genuinely wanted to be with you.
"Thank you," you smiled and Natasha and she hugged you before getting off the bed.
"Good girl," Natasha threw your duffle bag to you and picked up her own. "Shall we meet up with the boys?"
A knock came from the door. Natasha looked through the peak hole, her hand on her gun. "Well speak of the devil."
Natasha opened the door and revealed Steve and Loki, wearing their tourist clothes, outside. You smiled up and Loki and he walked in and kissed your forehead. How you ever doubted his intention, you were going to kick yourself in the rear for that one for awhile.
"Shall we be off?" Steve tried taking Natasha's bag, but she pulled it away before he could.
"I think we're ready," you nodded, Loki picking up your dress bag that was still on the bed. "How long until the plane takes off?"
"Four hours," Steve said, checking his watch and the four of you made your way to the elevator.
