It happend again. The country would go back into a lockdown. Right now, everyone was discussing who their quarantine buddy would be; and you were hoping you would get Peter, or Natasha. As long it wouldn' be some lean, sexy, raven-haired God that was glaring at you from the couch he was currently sitting at. You glowered right back at him. 

"That makes Thor an me," Tony said, scrippling something on a piece of paper. "Nat and Brucie..." 

Natasha went to give Bruce a kiss on the ckeek while Loki and you were having a staring contest. 

"Who do I get?" Peter asked Tony. Tony pressed his glasses further up his nose and squinted his eyes at the paper. 

"Wanda," he answered. Peter cheered and attacked Wanda with a hug. "That way, the only ones left are... Y/N and Mischief." 

Your staring contest immediately came to a stop with you both protesting. Loki got up from his seat and approached Stark, who took off his glasses and stashed them away in his pocket. 

"Look, I'm not going to argue with you two. And please, Lokes, don't get too close. There is a virus out there," Stark said, shoving Loki back slightly, not too much as not to provoke the dangerous God you would be sleeping with - no, poor chose of words... 

The God you would be sharing a bed with - no! 

You get what I'm saying. 

You would share a room. Yes, that was it. 

"Am I supposed to share a room with... her?" Loki questioned with a low voice, tearing the paper from Tony's hands and glaring at it. Stark pressed his lips together. "If you switch Thor and-" 

"No," said Stark firmly. "Everyone, off you go! The rules must be followed. Oh, Loki, don't look so abused," Stark rambled before everyone took off. 

You had your arms crossed over your chest, one eyebrow raised at him when he turned around and mirrored your posture. 

"So..." he began, averting his eyes to the ceiling. 

"So..." you mocked him, which had his eyes snapping down to send you a glare. You smirked. "I am not that bad. You couldn've end up with the Hulk." Loki point'ed a finger at you, opened his mouth to scold at you, but there came nothing, so he closed it again. "Afraid he would smash you?" You giggled. 

"That was once!" he hissed, brushing his shoulder against yours when he walked past you. You snickered. 

"Wait for me, roommate!" you chriped, skipping behind him. 

From the moment you both isolated you from the rest of the Avengers, you made your little room very cozy. You had invaded the couch and had a soft blanket sprawled over you. 

Loki lurked at you from the table, glaring over his plate because he didn't get to pick the film. He wanted some crazy action one, while you put on a romantic one. 

"Not fair," he mumbled against his glass before taking a sip of wine. He got up eventually and walked over to the couch. Swiftly, he snatched the blanket off you and draped it over himself as he settled in the couch. 

"Really?" you asked, getting up ito a sitting position, getting closer and tugging at the blanket so you could have a part. 

"Yes, it isn't fair for you to chose the film." You weren't able to see his face, even in the glow of the screen. 

"Then put on the one you want," you retorted, celebrating your victory at getting your half of the blanket. 

He mubled something under his breath. 

"What?" you asked, tilting your head towards him, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. 

"I can't," he growled. You giggled and put your head on his shoulder. 

"We watch this one first, okay? Then I will put on your film? How does that sound?" you proposed, looking at him with big eyes. 

He huffed and pushed you off him, which had you shoved to the other side of the couch. 

"Alright," you said, rolling your eyes. "I'm not putting on your film now." He didn't answer then, just watched the screen moving as the film went on while you went to sit closer again to get a part of the blanket. 

Suddenly you sleepy head hit his shoulder again and you dozed off. He tensed. His head snapped sidesways to glare at you. He was just about to open his muth to scold at you, but spotted your eyes were closed. 

You were probably asleep. 

Great, he thought. It occured that he could switch the film, but figured he wouldn't be able to do that. And there was a chance you would wake up and yell at him, telling him you 'were watching that'. 

He sighed, slowly. His eyes flashed from the screen to you, not knowing what to do with you. Your breath softly tickled his neck. He swallowed. 

"Y/N?" he whispered. He brought a hand up to poke your nose, but you didn't react. "Oh God." 

He stayed like that, frozen on the spot until the credits rolled. He glanced at the remote control laying in your lap. Slowly, as if his hand moving in the air would wake you, reached for it. 

His elegant fingers curled around the device and he put off the TV, eyes not leaving your face, not even when the room turned back at the loss of the light of the TV. 

He pressed his lips together, brows pulling together. Deciding he would not stay here on that couch, he turned his body slightly towards you, leaning into you so you slid from his  shoulder against his chest. 

He then paused, awaiting an non-existent reaction from you. 

Relieved, he went on and wrapped his arms around you before picking you and slowly making his way to your shared room. 

He put you down like you were made out of fine china. Pulled the covers over you before backing away and stripping himself from all that leather and metal in the small kitchen so that wouldn't wake you up. 

He got into the bed next to you, thanking Stark for making it a bed for two persons. Well, a giant and an small human. He smirked down at you. 

"You owe me, Y/N," he whispered. "You'll put on my film tomorrow." Laughing evilly to himself, he sunk into the pillows and allowed himself to drift off. 

Loki woke up early, had breakfast and waiting patiently for you to wake up. 

Around ten o'clock you still hadn't shown any sign of life and stormed to the TV himself, trying to put on his film, but failing miserably. He groaned and glared at the door that was hiding your probably dead body. 

He rolled his eyes. He needed you. You needed to put on that film for him. And perhaps make him some more breakfast because he didn't succeed at cooking himself something decent. 

He barged through the door and came to a halt at the footboard, pressing his lips together and putting his hands over his chest. 

"Wake up," he barked. 

The voice woke you up, but the pain in your lower stomach dampened the effect of his words. You whimpered and clutched your aching tummy, instantly wanting to go back asleep. So, you did. You closed your eyes until Loki snatched the bedsheets from your form. You shivered. 

Loki's eyes went wide and he stood frozen at your side, while you were snuggling your cheek against one of the pillows. 

The scene made him worried. Had he been to rough with you last night? 

Did he hurt you? 

"You're bleeding," he whispered, terrified as he looked at the blood-stained sheets underneath you. Your trousers were soaked too. "A lot." 

You lifted your head up, quirking up an eyebrow. Then glanced between your legs and your cursed. That explained your pained tummy. 

"Y/N?" Loki called, his face lost all its colour, turned to chalk as he stared at you. You sat up, shaking your head to hide your embarrassment. 

"No, Loki. Look, I'm okay-"

"You're bleeding!" he shouted, pointing at the sheets, eyes wide with horror. 

"No-" 

"Yes!" he screeetched, forgetting why he came here in the first place. 

"Loki, I'm fine. This happens," you assured him. 

"I"ll get some bandages. I'll call Stark. He'll know-"

"Loki Laufeyson!" you shouted and he stopped in his tracks at the door. "It's my period. It's okay. It happens every month." You cleared your throat when he eyed you up and down, with suspicion present in his emerald eyes. 

"Your period?" he repeated. "Never heard of it. Tell me more." He went to sit on the mattress, careful not to sit on any of the stained parts. "This happens every month? This?" He gestured to the blood. 

"No, I'm not explaining my cycle to you," you mumbled, getting up from the bed to clean yourself up. 

"A cycle? Where?" he spurred you on. "Like a bicycle?"

"You're pronouncing it wrong. And no, not a bike." He rolled his eyes. 

"Can I do anything for you?" he offered, pushing a strand of hair out of his face. You sighed and closed your eyes, hands firmly on your stomach. 

"Get my tampons," you whimpered. One eyebrow shot up. 

"Your... what?" he asked. You laughed. 

"Those things you stick up your nose when you're having a nose bleed," you explained. 

"Oh. Okay," he told you before kneeling down next to your suitcase and getting them for you. 

He handed them to you and you went to go to the bathroom. 

You came out a few minutes later, all cleaned up. Loki frowned at you. 

"What?" you asked, rubbing your stomach. 

"Where is it?" he wanted to know, but you didn't have a clue what he was aiming for. 

"Where is what?" you asked. 

"The tampon? It's not in your-" 

"Because it's not for in your nose!" you exclaimed. "Think, Loki." He seemed confused for a second, before it clicked. His eyes darted open. 

"Then why did Thor tell me to stick those up my nose!" he hissed, disgusted by the thought. "Oh, God." 

"He was probably joking around," you said. Wanting to laugh, but you collapsed when a cramp hit you. Loki was at your side quickly. 

"Are you okay?" You hummed. 

"Yeah, I'm just going... back to bed." You crawled back under the covers and he squinted his eyes at you. 

"My film..." Loki wailed. 

"Has to wait, Mischief. I'm not well," you muttered. 

"You said you were okay!" You didn't say anything back, just glared at him over your shoulder. 

Loki then left you alone in your room - and stole your Ipad. He surfed the internet, as Bruce, not Hulk, had thaught him. 

The solution to both of your problem would soon present himself. Pushing the Ipad away from him, he went to one of the cupboards and he took out that solution. 

You creaked your eyes open when the God of Mischief cleared his throat.  You smiled at his outstretched hand, innocent look on his face as he held out a bar of chocolate. 

"What's this?" you asked while sitting up with a smile on your face. He shrugged. 

"I read on the internet that chocolate helps woman during their period," he told you. 

"It does," you agreed, extending your hand, but he withdrew the bar of chocolate. You frowned. "Hey!" 

He took a step away from you and swung the chocolate in front of your eyes, you went to grab it, but failed. 

"My film," he said firmy, with that smug smirk on his face while gesturing for the door. You sighed, rolled your eyes and nodded. 

You went to the living room and turned on the TV then put on Loki's film and it started playing. He waited for you on the couch, that smirk still plastered on his lips. You shook your head and went to sit next to him. 

He pulled you into him and held the bar of chocolate in front of you. You smiled at him as you grabbed it succesfully this time. 

"Thanks." 

"Thanks you too," he told you, placing a kiss on your forehead. You giggled and placed a hand on his cheek.  His eyes left the screen and stared into yours. You smirked as you lifted yourself enough and pressed your lips against his. 

Your insides churned, but this time not in pain. The butterflies were caged in your stomach, desperate to come out. And then you pulled away. 

He gawked at you and you smiled, eyes training back on the screen. His eyes remained on you. 

"Loki," you called. "Your film is on." You glanced side to see him breathing heavily. He shoved you underneath him on the couch and let his lips melt against yours. You moaned out when his hands pinned your wrists above your head. 

He peppered you with kisses, from your lips to your cheeks and trailed off to your neck. He pulled away and drank in your swollen lips while your chest rose and fell rapidly. He smirked. 

"I have something more delightful to watch right now," he whispered before he kissed you again, this time more passionate and it made your heart flutter.