Summary: you help Loki when his feelings and thoughts take over him.
Note: English is not my native language, so if there are any mistakes, don’t kill me please
You were wide-awake,
not able to sleep. Too many thoughts ran through your mind, and not the good
ones unfortunately. You turned in your bed, only to find Loki lying next to
god’s sake what are you doing here.” You asked, looking at his relaxed face. He
was sleeping, and you let him. It didn’t happen often, him sleeping. You ran a
hand through his hair, and realized how surprisingly soft it actually was.
Loki whispered, taking your hand in his. He opened his eyes, looking into
yours. Even in darkness, you could see how green his eyes were. You noticed the
tears in his eyes, and moved closer to him. You wrapped your free arm around
him, and squeezed his hand. He smiled lightly, but it disappeared again.
he whispered, face buried in your neck. You tightened your grip around him.
nothing to be sorry about.” You whispered into his hair. You felt his body shaking
against yours, tears running down his face. He let go of your hand and wrapped
his arms around you, wanting to be save. You laid a hand on the back of his
neck, gently playing with his black hair.
And so you
laid there. In silence, holding each other. It was the first time ever Loki had
shown the weaker, broken side of himself. Not only to you, but also in general.
You were the first to see him like that. And you felt honored. He trusted you
with this. He trusted you more than he trusted anyone else.
awake?” he asked, still shaking a little.
“Yes.” You answered.
He pulled away, looking into your eyes, trying to fake a smile. of course you
saw through it.
you to know that, I’m grateful that you, you-“
always be here for you” you interrupted him. He smiled, a real smile, and you
couldn’t help but join him. He pulled you close to him, your head resting on
his bare, strong chest. You felt his breathing, his heartbeat. He was with you.
You were his, and he was yours. And you loved it.
“I love you
(Y/N).” he whispered into the air, thinking you were asleep. “I love you so
much. I just, I’m sorry that I’m such a mess. Thank you for being here,
darling. I, I really appreciate it. I love you (Y/N).” tears filled your eyes, and
you tried to keep quiet, failing.
I’m 100% certain that when “Spider-Man Homecoming” drops, Zendaya’s character will be referred to as Michelle through most of the movie until it’s revealed she’s Mary Jane at the end. That’s a very Marvel-ly move.
Like, I can see it going like this.
Vulture is defeated and Peter is hanging out at Michelle’s place. Liz Allan, despite some flirting between her and Pete, decides that she just wants to be friends with him. Michelle sees Pete bummed out and tries to console him.
Just then, her mom comes in and says, “Mary Jane, come inside, food’s ready!”
Then Peter smiles and says, “Hmm…so it’s not ‘Michelle’ Watson, it’s Mary Jane Watson? Where’d Michelle come from?” And then Mary Jane gives some explanation, like it’s her middle name, her online name, the name of her favorite rockstar, she hates the name Mary Jane, etc., etc.
Mary and Pete are about to go inside but then they hear a bunch of sirens coming from down the street. Pete looks at Mary, looking for the okay, and she rolls her eyes before playfully saying, “Go get em tiger.”
And the movie ends with Pete swinging off.
(Then the mid-credit scene shows the symbiote landing on Earth and the post-credit scene shows Mary Jane bumping into Gwen Stacy)
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader Warnings: Angst, Fluff, all the feelings Summary: After your parents were murdered mysteriously, you move in with your godfather Tony Stark, along the way your normal life will be turned upside down, due to a Mr Parker and being hit by a bus. It will all make sense eventually. A/N: Basically, you are Jessica Drew but with your name and a slight twist. BTW you’re British, you’re welcome 😉 Word Count: 1300+
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