#after being thrashed around by the hulk by his ankles for a while

[dreamlogic]

hey future me? next time you think it's fine to skip your PT exercises before bed bc you're too tired? don't. i'll kick your ass. it'll take 20 minutes, just do it or you'll wake up like

[meganshinsou-tm]

Shared Walls. (m)

↳ chapter twenty-one: found

❧ genre: pro-hero shouto, coworkers to lovers, happy ending

❧ chapter warnings: puking, scarification, assault, domestic abuse, endangerment of pregnant person

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Credit to Laura who helped write the majority of the first half of this chapter and brought deranged Lucas to life. 

The gears of the door lock quietly clicked as it was picked from the outside and opened slowly, letting a harsh cold breeze swoop in. A set of gleaming hazel eyes scanned the inside of the kitchen that you and Dabi were seen in just a few hours ago to find it completely dark, quiet and empty.

A bandaged face split into a deranged smirk, before an equally bandaged hand waved in another hulking body. The two intruders advanced down the hall that lead to the bedroom, their feet silent against the floor as the bandaged man held a finger to his hidden lips while he used his free one to grip the tarnished doorknob.

His heart was pounding now, the sick excitement giving his eyes a crazed look. You were right there, in the next room. Waiting for him to absolutely fucking wreck you for that stupid bullshit you pulled when you had the nerve to leave him.

He was going to pay you back for that, and he didn’t necessarily care how.

“The second you open that door, you silence him and grab the girl, got it?”

The huge man grunts with a nod. “Yeah, I got it. You got my cash you fucking mummy?”

A thick stack of bills was shoved into the other man’s shoulder. After stowing away the money in their own pocket he opened the door, before he moved over to your peacefully sleeping form he snapped his fingers, letting his employer know it was the perfect time to pounce.

Your unconscious body was carelessly yanked up from the futon, causing you to jolt awake. 

“Dabi what the fuck,” you groaned before your eyes could open up to see it wasn’t the stitched man holding you.

It was a man you’d never seen before, he was massive and had you turned around with ease, back pressed into his chest as he kept a vice grip around you. You could have sworn your heart stopped, panic crawling up your spine.

“Who the fuck, Dabi what’s –” you words went flat upon seeing a man knelt before the cremation villain as he pulled a rag and bottle from his coat.

He was covered from what looked like head to toe in bandages, his face, neck, arms, hands, even his ankles that peeked out from the ends of the jeans he wore. Your eyes then focused on his clawed fingers as he held the rag to the open bottle and dosed it with a liquid. Your heart stopped and body went weak at the sight of those familiar claws, the blood in your veins turned to ice at the dangerous chuckle that left his lips while those hazel eyes turned to look in your direction with a crazed glint in them. Your knees gave out, and you would have fallen to the floor if there wasn’t someone holding you up.

“Hey sweetness, miss me?”

You felt sick, the terror in your eyes seeming to make the wicked delight in Lucas’s increase tenfold. The scream ripped its way up your throat as you thrashed against the beast of a man holding you.

“No, no, no! Da-Dabi, please,” your words faltered as the sleeping man didn’t seem to hear you, but they finally found their footing once the drenched rag was making its way towards his face, “Dabi wake the fuck up please!”

Tears were beginning to stream down your face as your nails ripped into the hoodie sleeve of the man that was holding you prisoner.

A hot mouth was the pressed against the shell of your ear and a massive hand wrapped around your throat, pulling your head back against the stranger who still held you. You could feel the smile growing on his face as he whispered to you, your body trembling. 

“Scream all you want baby girl. He won’t be able to hear you until I snap my fingers.”

The nausea was beginning to roll in your gut and the terror coursing through your veins made it impossible to try and hold it back.

Breathing hard through tear filled eyes, your mind was racing at the unbelievable situation unfolding before you. Too many emotions were flooding your system, fear, panic, anger, sadness. All over again your nerves were quickly becoming fried, bile making its way up and out onto the floor, where you soon found yourself as the stranger released you with a disgusted groan.

“Fucking gross, Lucas, I didn’t sign up for this shit.”

Fighting through the sickness you crawled closer to Dabi’s still sleeping form, a hand reaching out to touch him. Soon your knees were pulled out from under you as the stranger grabbed your ankles and yanked but you were able to swat at Dabi’s dark hair just enough to stir him. His sea blue eyes slowly fluttered open with a groan that was quickly muffled by Lucas placing the rag over his mouth. For once you saw panic in Dabi’s eyes as they widened to look at the man towering above him. Blue flames were suddenly blazing as a hand went up to shove Lucas away, it caught him off guard for a second, burning the bandages on his face. With a growl Lucas sank his fangs into Dabi’s palm, causing the stitched villain to let out a muffled cry. You watched on in horror, body being pinned down as those blue eyes looked to you with sadness, getting heavier and heavier by the second. Dabi tried to mumble something to you as his body grew weaker from Lucas draining his strength but in no time the man was out cold.

Lucas dropped Dabi’s bloody hand to the ground, sighing and wiping the crimson from his lips and staining the bandages on his body. He stood to his feet and let the rag fall from his hand as he turned to look at you, a maniacal grin growing on his face.

“Is this man hurting you baby,” he asked while crouching down before you and the hulking man holding you down.

You turned to look away from him, hot tears flowing from your eyes and drool seeping from your lips. Something cold and hard was soon pressed under your chin and turning it to face him, you went rigid after realizing that cold sensation was from the barrel of a gun being flushed against your hot skin.

“I asked you a question (Y/N), is this disgusting pig hurting you?”

“Stop playing around Lucas and fucking kill her al –”

As the man’s words were cut off there was a ringing in your ears, reverberating throughout your entire skull. Sitting up on shaking arms, more vomit emerged from your body and splashed onto the floor beneath you. Lucas dropped the gun and rose to his feet, walking over to the dead man on the floor, digging through his pockets and getting the wad of bills he had given to him before. The ringing started to die down and you wiped your mouth and tried to crawl back over to Dabi.

“Get the fuck back over here,” Lucas snarled as he grabbed your elbow roughly, his claws piercing through your skin.

You cried out from the pain and were soon face to face with your past. Those hazel eyes burned with rage and the seared bandages exposed the deranged smile that he held. Your own eyes widened upon seeing burned skin underneath the dressings that stretched all over.

“W-what happened to you?”

Lucas brought his other hand up to your cheek, brushing his knuckles against the hot skin of your face before wiping the vomit and drool from your lips. 

“I told you, time and time again, that I’d go through hell and back for you! After that piece of shit failed to deliver you back into my hands and decided to go after you for himself he thought he could dispose of me, but obviously as your pretty eyes can tell, I’m still fucking here. It didn’t take much to follow him myself, even the great Dabi slips up here and there.”

You gasped when Lucas nuzzled your neck, his hands and arms wrapping around you like the predator he was. The monster inhaled your scent deeply, groaning as he kissed and nipped at your sensitive skin. You trembled in his hold, tears streaming and sobs being choked down. All you wanted was to be back in bed with Shouto, back in his arms, safe and protected from the world. Your eyes looked to the red string, still wrapped around your wrist as they were clutched to your chest, making more sobs spill from within. He lifted you off the floor and forced your legs around his waist before slamming you up against the wall.

“L-Lucas please – ah!”

Teeth were puncturing the juncture of your neck, Lucas nuzzling to bury his fangs deeper into your flesh before slowly drinking. You couldn’t hold back your loud cries anymore, sheer sobs and screams erupted from your lungs as Lucas continued to bite all over your neck and shoulders, drenching the white shirt you wore in blood.

“You taste different,” he growled in your ear, nuzzling your cheek and proceeding to smear your blood over the skin. “Why do you taste different?”

“I - I don’t know, please -” you pushed at his shoulders in an attempt to put some space between the pair of you and he chuckled at the feeble attempt before he froze.

And you screamed at those cursed claws digging into the flesh of your forearm as he held your hand up between the two of you.

“…What’s this, pet?”

His voice is little above a whisper now, those hazel eyes looking over the red string around your wrist.

You glanced between him and your wrist, heart pounding and mentally praying that you don’t make the minuscule (and probably already lit) fuse to his temper explode.

“It’s a bracelet, Lucas.” Your voice didn’t have the conviction you were trying so hard to have. Shouto would have wanted you to be strong. He was coming, you knew he was.

“Did that fucking hero give it to you?”

You didn’t respond.

You didn’t need to.

The tentative ‘affection’ in his eyes seemed to melt into the beast underneath in slow motion. Lucas roared at you, hand around your throat before he threw you to the ground. Your yelp of pain made that deranged look in his eyes come back in full swing.

“You are mine! ” His snarl had your heart pounding and his nostrils flared as he bared his teeth.  “How many times do I have to tell you that, huh?"

He walked up to you, growling as you made yet another feeble attempt to back away from him. The feel of his calloused hands gripping your chin made tears pool in your eyes, and the force of the following slap made your head snap to the side. “How many times, (Y/N)? Answer me! ”

You felt his claws dig into your cheek as he grabbed you again, forcing you to face him. The nausea was crawling up the back of your throat as he leaned in close, his free hand moving to your shirt and using his claws to rip it open. You started sobbing as he forced you to the ground by your throat, his knees pinning down your legs so you couldn’t writhe.

Those same claws were then carving into your flesh. Again, and again, and again.

MINE. MINE. MINE.

Your chest. Your arms. Your stomach. Your thighs.

MINE. MINE. MINE.

He didn’t even seem to care as he let go of your throat and you emptied the contents of your stomach onto the concrete, simply flipping you onto your stomach as he continued his morbid masterpiece.

MINE. MINE. MINE.

His breathing became ragged, eyes lit with wicked delight as he found his sick pleasure in scarring you despite the repeated emptying of your gut. His sick pleasure in claiming you.

You were screaming. You were screaming so hard that your throat was raw and your nails were breaking in your attempts to escape this maniac, you didn’t know how long you had been fighting and then it finally came out in a broken sob.

“Shouto!”

But Lucas only laughed, his claws only carving deeper as he leaned forward to your ear despite your dry heaving. “The hero isn’t coming to save you, sweetness. Did you really think you could hide behind him forever?”

There’re rivulets of blood running down your arms as you sobbed, your vision blurry as you shake your head. It’s more to deny, to pray, this is just a nightmare instead of it truly happening. But Lucas, your walking nightmare, didn’t know that.

“Of course you didn’t, baby. You know who you belong to, don’t you?” He yanked the red bracelet off of your wrist and tossed it to the side. It landed next to Dabi, and you cried out at the loss before your eyes meet a set of enraged turquoise.

Your breath caught in your throat, but Dabi held a finger in front of his mouth before glancing at Lucas, who was looking over his handiwork.

‘Keep going,’ he mouthed at you.

So you turned onto your back, looking up at Lucas and sniffling.

“You’re right,” you croaked, “I should have known better, baby. I’m s - so sorry for running.” 

Surprise lit those hazel eyes before that sick grin pulled at his lips. He allowed you to sit up.

“I knew you’d come around,” he purred, his arms coming around you in a possessive hug as you watched Dabi slowly stand. 

You pat Lucas’s back, the cremation villain looking at the bandaged man in disgust before you gently pulled away. Bandaged fingers brushed your cheek and you gave a forced smile as you scooted back under the guise of adjusting yourself.

“Lucas?”

“Yeah sweetness?”

“There’s a special place in hell for people like you.” Dabi growled out in a tone that made you shudder and you scrambled out of the way as Lucas snapped around just a moment too late.

The blue flame wastes no time in its strike.

“Shouto, over there!”

A set of grey and blue eyes quickly snapped in the direction of Enji’s voice, they widened upon seeing smoke and blue flames in the short distance. His heart dropped into his gut but he’s quick to react and bolt off towards the fire. Enji was quickly by his side, both of their feet trudging in the deep snow and faces getting pelted by the harsh cold wind.

“That has to be them, we need to hurry,” Shouto shouted through the weather.

Enji nodded and the two pressed on, side by side. After searching for almost half a day they finally had hope. Enji was sure Dabi couldn’t have gotten far, he had to be staying somewhere nearby the cabin, staking and watching your every move until the right moment. He’d have a place to bring you back to, he wasn’t the type to just do his business out in the open. The hell flame hero pulled out his phone mid-sprint, calling the others and demanding they get ambulances there as soon as possible just in case.

Shouto’s own heart was doing all sorts of flips, lurching around in fear and also happiness. He had no doubt you were at the source of the fire and the thought of finally seeing your face again, holding you so fucking close in his arms and having you back, it was all he needed to fuel his own fire. He needed to get to you and fast, he had to make sure you were alright and needed to take you home.

The pair kept running for a few more meters until a run-down cabin came into sight. The back of it was quickly caving in on itself from the blue flames engulfing the old structure. Quickly Shouto stomped his right foot to the ground, getting ready to send a wall of ice in the direction of flames but Enji stopped him.

“Wait, there’s movement over here, someone is coming out.”

Shouto looked in the direction his father pointed, he could see a person exiting the fire and smoke, lazily and struggling to stay up as they held another body in their hands. Shouto froze when he saw the familiar (h/c) tresses that were swaying back and forth in the firelight and blood – so much blood. He finally made out the other person to be Dabi. The villain was stumbling until out of no where another massive man came out, a battle cry leaving his mouth as he tackled Dabi to the ground, making him drop you in the snow. A strained cry left your lips as you reached and called out to Dabi.

“Get the fuck out of here (Y/N), run,” he screamed out, swatting your hand away as Lucas was starting to lay into him in a fit of rage.

“Shouto – “ Enji hissed, his wide hands gripping his son by the shoulders and shaking him out of his trance.

“W-why is he telling her to run, I don’t understand,” Shouto breathed out.

“We don’t have time to question that son, we need to get her and subdue them understand? Your priority is her, you grab her while they’re both preoccupied and you run to get help, you do not stop or fight, I will take care of the other two.”

Swallowing the lump in his throat Shouto nodded, Enji smirked and pulled his son's forehead to his, “You get her and you bring her home!”

“I will,” Shouto replied before they broke and made their way closer to you and the two fighting men.

Still going unnoticed, Shouto made his way through the brush in your direction, while Enji kept a safe distance. The entire time Shouto’s eyes were on you, your body shivered in the cold as the shirt you wore was in shreds and barely even a shirt anymore. The only reason it was hanging on was from how soaked with blood it was, that it stuck to your skin. The half and half hero was caught in the middle of rage and distraught. The scene was so much worse than in the alley way, as he got closer he could make out bruises, your cut lip and cheek, the white snow beneath you turning ruby red.

He’s was close to you now and his heart was pounding as he held back a cry. The sound of snow crunching under his boot caused you to lazily turn your head and look in his direction. He froze when your (e/c) eyes are on him, he could see the relief immediately flooding your face as you mustered up every ounce of strength to give him a shred of a smile.

“T-there you are R-Roki,” you crooned lowly and letting your cheek fall to the snow with a sigh.

Shouto softened his own gaze and slowly crawled to you, his hands finally on your crimson-soaked skin and rubbing away all your fears as you melted into his touch. A tear fell from his eye and landed on your cheek.

“Fucking Dabi, I’ll kill him,” he growled under his breath while pulling your limp and trembling body into his arms.

You nuzzled his chest and gripped onto his shirt, letting your head fall back onto his arm. “Shouto – no. H-he didn’t do – “

“Get your fucking hands off of what’s mine hero!”

Shouto snapped his head up to see a deranged looking man pulling Dabi’s neck from his face before letting his weak body fall to the blood-stained snow. He smiled and wiped his dirty mouth with the back of his hand, charred bandages hanging from his severely burned skin.

“She already got away from me once and I’ll fucking kill us both before I let that happen again, she’s mine, give her back!”

Before Lucas could lunge for you and Shouto, a burst of hell flames cut him off, causing him to back track with a yell. Dabi stirred slightly and took his chance to kick Lucas’s feet out from under him and gripped a hand around his throat, letting his quirk slowly heat up the bastards already burnt skin.

“Shouto get her out of here now,” Enji bellowed as he made his way to Dabi and Lucas.

Your lover went to protest until he felt a cold and shivering hand touching his cheek, looking down you looked back to him and tried to smirk. “Listen to your f-father for once Five P-pee-pee.”

Shouto huffed out something between a laugh and choke, he then craddled you close to his chest and immediately apologized as you flinched and whimpered in pain. Before leaving though he screamed for his father to move, Enji quirked a brow then nodded when he saw his son sending a line of ice in his direction. Soon, both Lucas and Dabi were encased in a frozen cocoon and made immobile. Shouto went to run off but you haphazardly called out to Enji, making him stop as you gripped his chest and told him to wait.

“En-Enji, don’t hurt D-Dabi please – he s-saved me.”

Both Shouto and Enji look from you and to Dabi who’s lazily smirking as he coughed, “Don’t worry angel, I can get myself out of this mess.”

Shouto glared at the villain briefly until you started to break into a fit of coughs, he wasted no more time and quickly made his way back through the woods and towards safety. To help ease his run, he made an ice path and glided along it down hills and slopes, hoping to make for better time as you were quickly slipping in and out of consciousness.

The hero himself was so overwhelmed at the moment, he had you in his arms but he wouldn’t be satisfied until you were in the back of an ambulance and getting healed. During the run he took glances at your body, making out carvings on your skin. It’s too dark for him to fully read them but still they made his blood boil and his stomach churn. 

How long did you lay there and scream for him, waiting, hour after endless hour. His thoughts were broken when he heard you panting, trying to stay awake.

“Hey beautiful, I need you to stay with me okay, focus on my voice.”

“I - I knew y-you’d come for me,” you coughed up and tried to nuzzle more into his hold as your teeth chattered and body trembled.

Shouto pressed his cheek to your forehead and could feel you breaking into a cold sweat so he activated his left side just enough to break the chill in your body, your head still lulled from side to side in his arms and on his chest.

“B-baby,” you mumbled before letting your hand fall from his neck and to your stomach.

“What is it (Y/N),” he replied and shifted you in his hold so he could hear you better.

“The b-baby, Roki-“ you fell into a fit of coughs before looking back up at him with dazed eyes. "We have to make sure it’s okay, we g-gotta make sure the b-baby is okay, Shouto,” you spoke in a breathy tone, your (e/c) eyes drooping before you passed out and became a dead weight in Shouto’s arms.

Caught off guard the man stumbled, almost tripping and falling face first into the snow but he caught his footing and stopped, panting and looking to you with confusion. His heart skipped a beat as he stared down at you, frozen in place as he began to tremble softly.

“…the baby?”

[imagine-loki]

Music and Manipulation

TITLE: Music and Manipulation CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 5/? AUTHOR: livieb33 ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you are a member of the Avengers. An energetic but very clumsy girl always listening to music with your headphones and dancing in every situation even if there are people around you. RATING: M NOTES/WARNINGS: None

You locked the doors and watched them surround him. Loki laughed at all of them pointing their weapons at him at and Bruce turning into the Hulk. They were all yelling at him to stand up, he opened his eyes but he just sat there not planning on moving. Thor, feeling betrayed and hopeless at his brothers actions, looked at the shackles in his hand knowing they would be necessary. “Brother stand up and don’t even think about picking up a knife or sword.” Loki rolled his eyes and proceeded to stand up slowly and move out of the weapons that surrounded him. “I had no intentions of using these or hurting anyone.” He started to pace around the inside of the circle around him. Tony charged his repulsors, and Natasha cocked her gun. They were not playing any games with him. “Drop the act brother. You’ve lied about this before and I’m not falling for it again.” Loki looked at him. “Tell me again what rule I broke? There were just so many that I must have forgotten one of them.” Thor sighed. Natasha wasn’t waiting any longer. “Get on the ground Loki and put your hands behind your head.” Loki stood still and powerless since the Stark ankle monitor made it so he couldn’t use his magic. They were slowly getting closer and closer until Thor was close enough to push him down to his knees and although it wasn’t easy somehow put him in the Asgardian full body shackles. They forced him to stand up and practically dragged him to the door and asked you to unlock the doors. Loki looked up at the cameras and smiled. You unlocked the doors quickly. They told you they were taking him to the tower’s detention floor and that you should meet them there. When you got there you walked over to the thick glass box Loki was in. He was still in shackles thrashing and complaining about being chained to the cement floor. It took everyone to restrain him so he would stop moving. When they were done and out of the cell, he stood up and walked as far as his chains would allow. He smiled dangerously at you and leaned in to whisper to you through the glass “No one has bigger trust issues than the people standing around you right now. Trust me.”

You looked at him and spoke slowly trying to keep calm. “This was what you wanted to show me Loki?” His grin quickly faded. “You get yourself thrown in here for who knows how long to prove a point about trust? They trusted you by giving you house arrest with a few rules but you betrayed that trust by breaking one of the rules they gave you. No one knew what your intentions were while you were in that room full of weapons, and I can tell you that no one here will trust you for a long time.” He walked away from the glass and asked “Stark how long will I be here for?” Tony thought for a few seconds. “Two months, or two weeks down here and when your done, eight more weeks house arrest with someone with you at all times.” Thor knew this would happen and looked down and sighed. Loki clenched his jaw and fists, he looked around the cell wanting to hit something but the cell was bare. He slowed down his breathing and sat down, crossed his long legs, and put his bare back on the glass. He looked up at Tony, “I’ll take the two week deal, but not even a pillow Stark?” Tony sighed he knew it was cruel to keep someone like an animal. He looked at Clint, Steve and Natasha. “Get him a pillow without a case, one of the memory foam twin mattresses, and a blanket.” Loki wisely kept his mouth shut about the mattress. Once they left, Tony kept talking. “You get three meals a day and we will send someone down every time to be monitoring you while you eat. When you are done with dinner it’s lights out. You get to shower every other day. If you have to go to the bathroom tell J.A.R.V.I.S. and one of us will come down.” Steve and Clint came back with the mattress and Natasha with a pillow and a blanket not far behind. She motioned for him to stand up and when he obeyed entered his cell with her gun drawn and backed him as far into a corner as he could go so the boys could place the mattress down. She backed away and tossed the blanket and the pillow onto the mattress and left his cell. Soon it was just you, Thor, and Loki separated by glass.

You looked at the watch Stark gave you it was nearly 4pm but it felt like eleven. You looked at Loki who looked dejected on the mattress his head looking down between his knees, then looked to Thor who was desperately trying to get Loki to talk to him. You stood there awkwardly, wondering if you should say something since you felt bad about what you said earlier. “Loki? Are you hungry?” He looked up from the mess of chains around him and nodded. He probably hadn’t eaten since breakfast yesterday. You didn’t know because you were passed out by dinner time. “Do you want anything specific?” He shrugged. “Actually I’m not very hungry. I can survive until dinner.” He put his head back between his legs. Thor looked at you. “He didn’t eat anything today or yesterday except a croissant and coffee for breakfast. I can assure you that he is starving. Asgardians have a bottomless pit for a stomach.” You laughed a little at that and said “I’ll grab you a granola bar with chocolate chips okay?” Loki just groaned at his overprotective big brother. “He didn’t eat either.” You rolled your eyes and hopped onto the elevator.

You went upstairs and found the team in the common room talking about what to do with Loki. You looked at all of them then proceeded to the cabinet to grab two boxes of granola bars and a large box of poptarts. The team gave you odd looks and asked you where you were going but you smiled at them so big your head began to hurt again. “I’m going to feed Loki and Thor. Neither of them have eaten since yesterday.” They didn’t argue about Loki’s three meals a day. They knew Thor could eat a lot of food and expected nothing less from Loki. Natasha shooed you along as you pressed the elevator button but Steve stopped you. “Kid, take care of Thor. Okay?” You stepped into the elevator and said “I’ll try my best.”

As soon as the doors opened you saw Thor and stepped out of the elevator he stepped in. “He wished to be alone Y/N” You handed him a two packs of poptarts. “He can wish to be alone to my ass.” you walked away from the elevator and told J.A.R.V.I.S to open the cell Loki was in. The AI opened it and quickly closed it behind you and you then proceeded to sit on the mattress next to him with the two boxes of chocolate chip and coconut granola bars and the large box of poptarts. His head was still in his lap, he knew it was going to be a long two weeks. “Hey are you alright?” You gently touched his back and he lifted his head and turned it to look at you and quietly said. “Do I look okay to you Y/N.” You dropped his gaze and shook your head. “Loki you need to eat something.” He stretched out his long legs until the chains were taught. “I’m really not hungry Y/N.” You rolled your eyes and opened a pack of pop tarts and handed him one then quickly remembered his hands were bound. “Eat it Loki. You’ll love it.” You held it too his mouth and he took a bite of the sugary snack and moaned in delight. You regretted your word choice very quickly. “Loki! Stop that! Or the people upstairs will get a very wrong idea!” He moaned even louder. You playfully hit him and he moaned again “Oh hit me harder, pet.” You we’re still sitting side by side doing absolutely nothing sexual. He was just putting on a show for everyone. Then Steve’s voice came into the room over J.A.R.V.I.S “Alright Loki we see what your doing. Stop the show because Tony is enjoying it a little too much.” Loki laughed at his own antics and struggled to eat the rest of the poptarts since he couldn’t move his hands to his mouth. You could tell he was feeling better after he ate. The two of you talked and laughed and after a few minutes of silence passed you felt it was appropriate to apologize about what you said earlier. “Hey uh about what I said earlier I-” “Shh Y/N. It’s alright what I did was wrong and I’m sorry that I betrayed your trust, I let my built up emotions get the best of me with my uh display of sorts. But in your speech you were wrong about one thing, that was not what I wished to show you. “Really?” “Yes. I’ll have to show you when I’m off supervised house arrest because you have to be up very early.” You laughed at that. “Loki. It took wild horses to get you out of your bed at eleven in the morning.” He rolled his eyes. “Let’s say I didn’t have proper motivation to get out of bed.” “So I’m proper motivation?” You checked your watch it was six-thirty and dinner was being served soon. “I have to go now it’s six-thirty. Someone will be down with your dinner shortly.” “Y/N? Will you come to visit me tomorrow?” You smiled and took the empty box of poptarts and the two unopened boxes of granola bars “Sure. I can find time for that. J.A.R.V.I.S? Open the cell door.” The door opened and you stepped out. As the door was sliding shut you said. “Goodnight Loki. I’ll see you tomorrow. Sleep well.”