You were fighting with Natasha in the gym. You were getting the upper hand, but just then she hit you and you fell back. You hit the hard wooded floor and you flinched in pain. You grabbed your ankle. Natasha rushed over to you and took your ankle in her hand to observe it. You whined as she turned it around.

'Sorry, Y/N, I think it's broken. I will bring you to Bruce, he will know what to do,' Natasha said. You got up, but instantly fell to the floor again. At that moment, Loki came walking into the gum and spotted you on the floor while Natasha stood by your side.

'Oh, hey, can you help me, Loki?' Natasha yelled at the God. She knew you had a crush on him. Loki frowned and came over.

'What's wrong?' he sneered at her.

'It's Y/N. I think I have broken her ankle. Could you carry her to Bruce's office? Loki sighed, but picked you up in his arms. You felt yourself being pressed against his chest, feeling the muscles through the thin fabric of his black shirt. Your cheeks turned a crimson red and Natasha caught your eye as you looked over Loki's shoulder. She winked at you and you replied with a glare. She trailed behind while you inhaled Loki's scent. He smelled like mint and a hint of wood.

Once you had reached Bruce's office, Loki pit you down on a desk, waiting for Bruce.

'You can go,' Natasha told Loki, but he kept his place next to you, leaning on the desk you were sitting on.

'No, I'll stay. You can go,' Loki corrected her. Natasha looked at you and wiggled her eyebrows before she whispered in your ear.

'Don't let him kiss you,' she teased before she walked off.

'What did she say?' Loki questioned curious. You blushed.

'She apologized,' you lied to the God of Mischief. He smirked. Bruce walked into his office and smiled at you.

'Oh, no. What happened?' Bruce asked. You shrugged.

'No big deal, Bruce. Nat thinks it's broken... Just fix it please. I want to fight,' you cheered, already thinking it would soon be solved.

'Y/N, I can't just fix it. You'll have to rest,' Bruce interjected your positive thinking process. Your face fell.

'I beg you pardon.' Bruce didn't answer, but took your ankle in his hands, turning and examining it while you would curse or hiss in response. You hadn't noticed that Loki had put his hand around your shoulder and pulled you into his chest, one arm even wrapped around your waist.

'It's broken,' Bruce confirmed your suspicions. He put on a splint and then told you to take pills to ease the pain. You panicked. You were terrible at swallowing pills and used to crush them and mixing them with your food. And they always ended up tasting awful.

At dinner, all of the Avengers were sitting at the table. Loki sat across from you and Natasha next to you.

You took a pill and placed it on your tongue. You placed the glass of water to your lips and swallowed the water, but somehow that pill stayed on your tongue. It started to taste bad.

'Just swallow it, Y/N,' Tony interjected your actions as you kept drinking.

'I can't,' you whined, once again trying, but failing. Thor laughed and Clint rolled his eyes.

'It's not hard. Just swallow,' Bruce tried to relax you.

'Yeah, it's not even a large pill,' Thor reasoned.

'I can't swallow it,' you almost yelled.

'Just imagine it's candy,' Tony said.

'I chew my candy,' you pouted.

'Then imagine that it is Loki's dick,' Natasha blurted out. At first you coughed at her words, but then you noticed the pill was gone. You had swallowed it. You blushed like crazy and felt Loki's eyes on you.

'Did you swallow it?' Tony snickered. You slowly nodded and they all started to laugh. You stared at your lap for a while before staring at Loki, who gave you a wink.