Imagine that after falling from the Bifrost, Loki lands on Midgard and starts a life in a cabin in the woods.
Few years later, in the winter, you are driving down a road. A snowstorm is approaching; you get lost in the blizzard and get into a car accident. You hit your head so hard that it knocks you out.
When you awake again, your head is pounding, but you feel surprisingly warm. You open your eyes to find yourself laying in bed in a small bedroom with a fireplace. There’s bandage wrapped around your head and you notice that your boots, coat and scarf have been removed. You try to sit up, but only groan, when it’s too painful. At the same moment a stranger enters the bedroom and you eye him suspiciously.
“Ah, you have finally awakened. I was so worried,” Loki says and sits on the bed next to you with a bowl of soup in his hands.
“You should eat. You’ve been sleeping for three days.” Your eyes widen at this newfound information. Loki helps you up to a sitting position. Instead of giving you the bowl, he starts feeding you like a pet, gently, with great care.
“What happened?” you ask meekly.
“You had a car accident; I found you unconscious in the car, and brought you here.” Loki explained.
When you’re finished eating, Loki tucks you back in and tells you to rest.
He watches over you, when you sleep and takes care of you, when you’re awake; he feeds you soup and changes the bandage on your head, when needed. He’s very sweet and caring and slowly you start opening up to him.
He hasn’t had someone to talk to for years and he does everything in his power to make you comfortable in his humble home.