Chapter 3: Loners

After your fight with Clint, you didn't want to talk to anyone, so you made your way to the roof. The view was absolutely breath taking. The sun was setting, bathing everything in its fading golden light. You had only been there for a minute when you felt someone behind you.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" A voice spoke before you could turn around. When you did you saw a man with slicked back raven hair, wearing his trademark forest green and gold clothes, it was none other than Loki, destroyer of New York, God of Mischief.

"Yes." You said giving him a wary look.

"I come up here almost every evening to watch the sun set." He said coming to stand beside you.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude on you." You said backing away.

"Don't go." He said before amending it, "I mean, you may go if you wish, but it can get dreadfully lonely up here. So please stay."

You nodded before walking back to the railing. The two of you just stood there in silence, watching the sun sink below the horizon.

"Thankyou." You said when the sun had drifted out of sight. "For letting me watch with you."

He nodded. You started to turn away when he asked "Will you come again tomorrow?"

You nodded before you realized that he wasn't looking at you. "Yes, I will try to come tomorrow." He nodded again. "Good night Loki." You said before making your way back inside.

~Time skip~

The days began to pass in a blur. Clint was avoiding you, which hurt a lot. You had become closer with Natasha and the rest of the Avengers, but you didn't really fit in. When the sun started to set, you would join Loki on the roof. He didn't really fit in with the others either. They didn't really trust him, but you found yourself starting to warm up to him slowly. One night after the sun had set, you were about to go back inside when you felt Loki grab your arm.

You looked back at him and saw that he wasn't even looking at you, but out across the city.

"What is it Loki?" you ask as you join him back at the railing.

He doesn't speak for a moment, but then turns to you with a mischievous grin on his face. "I was wondering if you would like to help me with something."

You looked back at him warily. "What do you need me to help with?"

His grin got wider. "You shall see my friend." He said grabbing your hand and pulling you behind him as he led you inside.

"Are we?" you asked suddenly, causing him to pause and look at you in confusion.

"Are we what?" he asked.

"Are we friends?" you clarified.

Understanding brightened his face as he thought about it. "Yes," he answered finally, "I suppose we are friends."

"Good, then as my friend, I'm trusting you not to get me killed." You said causing him to chuckle as he began to pull him behind him again. "Where are we going?" you asked after a few minutes of being dragged behind him.

"Shhh." He whispered. "We must not get caught." He led you for a little longer before you realized where you were. Tony's special liquor cache. Where he keeps his most prized and expensive alcohol.

"Loki." You whispered trying to tug your hand from his. "Loki, we can't. Tony will kill us."

He smiled his mischievous grin. "He can only kill us if he knows that it was us. So that's why we don't get caught."

You paused thinking over what he said. Finally you sighed, conceding to his plan. "Alright but if he finds out, I'm putting all of the blame on you." He laughed quietly as he walked to the door.

You saw his hand glow as he worked his magic, and then the door silently opened. He reached back for your hand, which you gave him before even realizing what you were doing. Once inside, the two of you grabbed a bottle each and left as quickly as you could. You laughed as you ran all the way to your room, Loki in tow.

Once you were in your room, you popped the cork on both yours and Loki's bottles and was about to drink when you felt Loki's hand on your arm.

"My Lady, we must make a toast." He said with laughter in his eyes.

"Alright, what do you want to toast to?"

"Hmm. How about to mischief?" he asked.

You shook your head. "No, that's your thing, it has to apply to both of us, so, how about, here's to being loners?"

He considers it before nodding his approval, "To being loners." He toasted as the two of you clinked your bottles together.