It was almost midnight. You laid awake in your bed, watching the fan spin in lazy circles above you. Whatever you tried, you just couldn't sleep.

After a while longer, you finally gave up trying to woo restfulness and tossed the blankets down off you, swinging your legs over the side of the bed, your feet meeting the cold floor. You lifted yourself gracefully out of the covers and walked around your room in the Stark Tower, which Tony had been kind enough to give as the HQ for The Avengers, or as he put it, the Club House. 

You walked in circles for a moment, pondering your next course of action before you decided you were going to get some tea, in hopes it would help you sleep better and take your mind off things.

Though you were (not surprisingly) ashamed to admit it, you simply couldn't keep your thoughts away from him long enough to be able to slip into unconsciousness.

Loki.

His taunting smile and mischievous laugh.

As part of his punishment, he was working for the Avengers now, with Thor keeping a watchful eye on him. They were staying in the tower as well, along with the rest of them. 

As you made your way down the long hall to the kitchen, you rather felt like a teenage girl all over again. Sleepless nights because of some man. . . For shame! Turning into the kitchen, you weren't paying any attention to where you were going and you jumped when you bumped into something you hadn't noticed blacking the way. 

You would have fallen if he hadn't cought you by your waist and steadied you. Loki raised an eyebrow at you and said silkily. "Trouble sleeping?"

You stammered a bit and stuttered, "I-uh-I just wanted-um-"

He let out a soft laugh and took his hands off your waist.

"W-what are you doing here?" You asked. "Can't you sleep?" 

He looked at you as though you should already know the answer, but said for your benefit, "no, evidently not."

You flushed, mentally face palming. "Well, I'm making tea. Do you want some?" You walked past him to the kettle, which was on the counter by the stove.

"No. Thank you."

You froze. Thank you? Did he just thank me? You supposed he was trying not to make enemies. Well, more than he already had, at any rate. Pushing his luck when he was already in huge trouble wouldn't have been terribly wise.

He didn't leave though. He went over to the huge picture window and gazed out onto the city. You supposed he really couldn't sleep. You got the distinct feeling something was bothering him. Most probably something was. Best not to ask, right?  You pondered.

All his plans had failed, he was living in a tower he hated, on a planet he disliked, living with people he despised and having them despise him right back, and not to mention being forced to play good guy and clean up his mess for God knows how long. You figured it really was best not to ask.

Eventually your tea pot started to whistle and you moved over to the stove, pouring the steaming water into your cup and stirring gently. A soft clicking sound from your spoon hitting the side of the mug was the only noise that broke the silence of the room.

Turning back, you noticed Loki hadn't moved an inch. He was looking up at the stars. "Home sick?" You asked softly. He turned to you with a snap, almost as if he forgot you were there, and had been startled by your voice.

"I don't have a home," he stated, turning his gaze back out the window.

Something was definitely bothering him. Sipping your tea softly you considered more seriously asking if he wanted to talk about it. But before you got the chance, he turned and walked from the room without another word.

Now sitting alone in the kitchen, you choose to go back to your room and finish there. You didn't know why, but for some reason it bothered you that he was bothered. It shouldn't have, he had tried to kill you, killed innocent people and made a huge mess of things all in cold blood and greed. . . but yet, it made you sad to see him troubled.

On the way back to your bedroom something took hold of you and you simply couldn't just go back to bed when you knew Loki was hurting. . . or whatever he was feeling. Was he hurting? Or loathing? Was there even a difference?

You went to your room and tried to talk yourself out of going to him. He probably hated you and definitely didn't want your comfort and probably wouldn't talk to you and and maybe wouldn't even admit anything was wrong in the first place. What's the worst that can happen, You thought whimsically.

You set your mug of tea down on your desk and set off down the hall to Loki's room. His room was quite close to your room so the trip wasn't long.

Getting to his, door you raised your fist to knock, but some invisible forced stopped you. You were nervous. Why were you nervous? Heh. I wonder. 

After a moment of standing there like that, you finally let your fist fall, making a loud knocking noise that was like a gunshot going off in a quiet room. Cringing, you knocked a few more times and heard an annoyed voice call, "Come in!" 

Hesitantly, you opened the door to his room. It was completely dark except for a little light coming in through the window. For a split terrifying second you thought he had went to bed, but your eyes could make out a slim from standing by his window after a second of frantic search.

You let out a sigh of relief. But now you didn't know what to say. He turned on his lamp that was sitting on his bedside table and looked bewildered at seeing you there. "Um, yes?" He asked, to shocked to make a smart-ass comment or a witty remark.

You slipped inside his room and shut the door behind you, so as not to make noise and wake the others. "I just noticed you seemed upset out there," You said. Wow. Smooth, you thought.

He looked horribly shocked. His brows came together and he gazed at you questioningly. "Why do you care?" He asked in a voice that mirrored his expression.

"Oh, uh, I dont know. You just seemed upset. I wanted to make sure you're okay."

If it was possible, he looked even more shocked. But only for a second while he gathered himself together. The look of surprise faded from his face as he recovered himself and he replied coolly, "I don't know what you're talking about. Goodnight."

Having nothing more to say, you slipped back out of the room and caught your breath. Jeez, that went great. Your nerves truly got the better of you and you couldn't believe you let yourself be defeated that easily. Maybe you could try again later when you got your emotions in check.

You wondered back to your room and shut the door behind you. Walking over to your bed, you laid down and tried to sleep, and finally, after what seemed like hours, you fell into restless dreams.

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