Prompt from itsjustkei: you should do one about what happened in MTB when Bruce walked in on them cuddling (from chapt. 47).

A/N: a short and sweet one<3

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"You talk to him!"

"I'm not talking to him."

"I literally can't move, Loki. You have to."

"I don't."

You hadn't heard or seen Bruce walk in; you'd been fast asleep. Loki, on the other hand, had not been.

"Please." you say, trying to sit up and wincing. Loki pushes you back down on to the bed gently.

"You're still healing. Stop moving."

"I will when you go and talk to Bruce." you tell him stubbornly, pushing back against his hand, even though it makes your chest and ribs and left side burn in agony. Two cracked ribs and a stab wound will do that to a person.

"Alright, alright. Just lie down." Loki stresses, watching you in concern.

"I'm fine." you tell him, your eyes watering in pain as you lie back against your pillows.

"Gods." he mutters.

"Loki." you say sternly.

"He knows that we're... we-" Loki starts indignantly and then trails off, unable to find the words. You frown along with him, equally as lost.

"Date?" you suggest. That doesn't sound right, but what does?

"Well, yes. And last night you said that they all knew and that you didn't care." Loki finishes.

"Bruce obviously cared." you counter, gesturing at the door out of which he had made his exceptionally quick exit, momentarily forgetting that you have stitches all up your side and two very recently healed ribs.

You grit your teeth in pain and lower your arm again slowly, breathing out heavily through your nose.

"Stop moving." Loki tells you, wincing as he feels your pain. You concentrate on breathing until the pain subsides, and then look back to Loki. He's still worried about you.

"I'm fine." you repeat, and he rolls his eyes, looking away. You start to reach for his hand, but then stop, not wanting to cause yourself any further pain.

Loki turns back to you and moves his hand towards you instead, lacing his fingers through yours.

"You are now." he replies, his gaze moving to where hours previously there had been a knife sticking out of your side.

"Yes. So there's no reason to worry." you tell him.

"You were stabbed."

"And I'm fine!"

"If I'd been stabbed-"

"JARVIS?" you call, cutting across Loki, who scowls.

"Yes Miss Y/N?" the A.I. answers.

"Can you ask Bruce to come in here please?" you ask, and Loki inhales in annoyance, looking towards the far wall.

"Certainly." JARVIS says. You look at Loki matter of factly.

"We can't just ignore him forever."

"Why?" Loki asks in disbelief.

"We live with him." you say blatantly, as though you're explaining something to a child.

"This Tower is big enough for us to avoid him-"

"Doctor Banner is currently busy Miss Y/N." JARVIS informs you suddenly.

You sigh, and Loki relaxes.

"Thanks JARVIS." you say tiredly.

"What would we even say to him? Sorry for falling asleep?" Loki scoffs.

"Sorry for making you uncomfortable, it won't happen again?" you suggest.

"He didn't say he was uncomfortable." Loki shrugs.

"You said that he dropped something and then walked into the door before managing to actually leave the room." you say bluntly.

"He's just clumsy."

"Loki!"

"I don't like talking to people, you know that." he says desperately, looking at you with what is very nearly a pout on his face. You can't help but smile ever so slightly.

"I know. But sometimes you have to talk to people."

"I'd rather not."

"I know." you say, this time in agreement, pulling a face with involves scrunching your nose up and forgetting that you'd also faceplanted the floor and broken your nose yesterday.

Being Asgardian meant that you healed insanely quickly, but it still hurt like hell.

You wince and move your arm to touch your nose, but this only sends pain shooting through your chest and down your side. Groaning in pain and annoyance, you close your eyes and vow to stay still until you're fully healed.

Loki squeezes your hand sympathetically and then stands up.

"Do you want some breakfast?"

Yes please.

You don't trust yourself to speak. Moving your mouth will probably hurt somewhere or other.

Loki doesn't move, and you open your eyes again to see him smiling at you.

"What?" you ask, your lips twitching upwards.

"Nothing." he says, leaning down to kiss you.

Toast?

Amazing.