Your POV

I woke up in Tony's work room early in the morning to see him missing. I panicked for a moment before seeing some coffee in a special cup Tony had made so that coffee wouldn't get cold. The man really does love his hot coffee. When I finally was awake enough to grab the cup I noticed that there was a note set up next to it.

'Good morning sleeping beauty. Hope you slept well! Everyone but Thor is going out to breakfast. He said that he wanted to keep you company. Though, in all honesty, we would have made him stay there, anyway. The last time he went out he just kept drinking... at breakfast... at a normal resteraunt. Anyway, be back as soon as we can! Ciao!'

I smiled a bit at the letter, even though I knew I didn't deserve their kindness. At least today I would get to spend personal time with Thor. He likes to tell me stories of his brother. He says that he's misunderstood and, deep down, he truly cares for others and regrets his actions. It was simply his past that caused him such pain and to do the things he did. Not to mention the recent ridicule of others. I thought about this as I walked to Thor's room, quietly shutting the door behind me. Instantly Thor sat up, noticing me in his room. He came up to me and rubbed my shoulders.
"Are you sure about this? It could turn out to be a bad idea..." Thor said, looking deep into my eyes.
"Don't worry," I reassured, "Everything will be fine! I trust the judgement of your friend, and I just my own judgement as well as yours. I think that this will be a good idea." I had wanted to talk to Loki for some time now, but I knew it wasn't actually an option I had. He was, after all, imprisoned up in Asgard, making it impossible to actually talk to him.
"Heimdall," Thor says into the air. I watch him talk as he explains my predicament, how I want someone to talk to that understands my feelings and way of thinking. Thor tells him that I understand that I won't be able to hear his responses, but that the idea of him listening would mean a lot. I sigh, suddenly feeling stupid as I fiddle with a strand of my hair, tugging at it and twisting it around my finger. There was no way to know if Heimdall had heard us, we could really only hope. I thanked Thor and Heimdall quickly and left the room, hunger taking over me. I poured a bowl of cereal and milk, eating it slowly. I would talk to him when I felt ready.

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It's been a couple days and I finally worked up the courage. I went to my room, locking my door and sitting on my bed.
"I cannot believe I'm doing this..." I whispered to myself. What would the others think? They'd trust me even less! Still, I needed to talk to someone who would understand me.
"Hey there... Loki. Uh... How are you? Sorry, that question was a bit insensitive... I'm fine!... If you even care. Look, I... I just wanted to say that... I don't really know. Your brother misses you and I understand what you must be going through. I know it doesn't seem like I do, but... really, I do. Just, uh... hang in there... I guess. Thor cares about you, and I want to meet you. Hang in there and... yeah. No one will judge you, I'll make sure of it. I know this is all strange to hear from someone you've never met, but... I mean it. From the bottom of my heart I mean it." I said below my regular talking voice. I felt better somehow having talked to him. I smiled to myself and left my room, being met instantly with Tony's figure. I looked at him and he smiled at me and I returned the gesture. He walked off shortly after, calling to the rest of the Avengers that we were going out for Shwarma.

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Loki's POV

"...I mean it. From the bottom of my heart I mean it." Heimdall finally finished, looking at me for some sort of reaction.
"What?" I growled, scowling at him. "Why should I care about some random mortal?" Heimdall just laughed.
"What!?" I snapped, beginning to lose my temper.
"Nothing. It's just that she's the only one willing to talk to you and now that she's talking you don't wish to hear what she has to say? Because she's mortal? You need to get your priorities straight." He responded, chuckling as he walked away. Weather or not he was right had no matter to me. I didn't need sympathy from some Midgardean.

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Your POV

"Training. Right now." I said, walking into the tower. I had heard Steve and Natasha talking moments before. About me. About what I was capable of.
"(Y/n), you shouldn't listen to them. They're just-"
"They're just what, Tony!? Right!? Because that's what they are! They shouldn't trust me! I-I don't even know what I am!" I was beginning to tear up as I stared into Tony's eyes. He seemed taken aback.
"Look, just leave me-" I was beginning to walk away but Tony pulled me into a hug.
"T-Tony?" I whipsered, wrapping my arms around him as I cried into his shoulder.
"Over these past few days you've really grown on me, kiddo. Your less of a companion and... more of a sister." He said the last word as if it pained him, like it was foreign, like it was strange for him to feel that way.
"I feel the same." I confessed, continuing to cry. He laughed a weak laugh. Not one of happiness, but one of sorrow. I knew what he was feeling. He told me all about his family... about that night. I'm not sure that anyone else knew, even. It was just me and him, sharing his biggest secret, one he felt was his biggest weakness... the idea that he felt anything. I knew, though. I knew he had feelings. I knew his worst nightmare. Most importantly, however... I knew how to heal him.

Sorry about all of the POV switches in this one, I just thought it would be a neat little thing. Hope you enjoyed!