About: you and Loki came back from a mission together. Stark was feeling generous and gave you a week off. During your stay in a luxurous hotel, Loki seems to ignore you while you are doing everything to lighten the mood between you. But at one point Loki has enough of you and does something he ends up regretting.

With a skip in your step, you entered the luxary hotel room Tony had booked for the two of you. After a mission, which took a month to finish, you deserved a week off before heading back to the compound. 

A four poster bed stood in the middle of the room, red curtains adorned the frame of the windows and the polished floor almost made you trip as you took off your coat and flung it onto the bed. 

"It's beautiful in here! Tony really wasn't lying when he said he'd book the nicest hotel in the city," you chirped, towing your luggage into the grand room. You eyed the crystal chandelier, mouth agape. There even was a mini-bar. 

The sound of heavy boots chased you into the room as Loki stumbled into the room, wearing his permanent frown. He almost slipped as the wheels of his trolley got caught at the step. You turned around snickering at his feeble attempt to tow his luggage into the room. 

"What are we going to do first? I mean, there is a pool here. Do you think we could take a swim?" you asked, zipping open your trolley and picking out some clothes to put away in the large drawer. 

Loki finally managed to get his luggage inside and smacked the door closed. You raised an eyebrow at him as if to urge him on to answer your question. He rolled his eyes. 

"I hate swimming," he replied, ignoring you further as he shoved his suitcase in the corner. 

"Oh, alright," you spoke, turning to him as he settled down in a chair while running a hand through his dark raven locks. "Are you hungry? There's a restaurant down stairs." 

"Woman, we are here for two seconds, give me a second to breathe," he sneered, picking up a book at the coffee table near the chair. He absent-mindly flipped through the pages, frown deepening. You mirrored his expression, thinking the mission worn him out a little. So you decided to let him rest for awhile and maybe unpack his bags for him. 

He did deserve a good time too. 

Whistling the tune of your favourite song, you meandered to the corner where he parked his bag and dragged it to the bed as well. You took out his other pair of shoes and carried them to the wardrobe. You then unpacked his pyjamas, when his voice interrupted your actions. 

"Do you like your hands?" his voice drawled. You looked up with a funny expression, not knowing how to answer that question or his intentions. Your stomach did a weird flip and you felt a blush creep up your cheeks. You swallowed. 

"Yes,' you squeaked, playing with a loose thread on his pyjamas. He looked up from his book with a frown, lips pressed into a thin line. 

"Then don't touch my stuff," he snapped, eyes descending on his book again. You cleared your throat, taking a moment to let his words sink in. You dropped his nightwear. 

"I just wanted to help you unpack," you said, stepping away from the bed towards the mini-bar. You felt a little flustered and embarressed by his remark. You were kind of into him and him snapping at you felt like a pang in the chest, so you were determined to make that feeling go away and please him as much as you could. 

You padded over to the mini-bar, deciding making him a drink would make him less moody. You made him a cocktail, just the way he liked it while pouring yourself a drink too. With both of the drinks in your hand you strolled over to his side and sat down in one of the couches - still amazed by the size of the room and the amount of furniture. 

"Look, I made you your favourite drink," you said proudly as you handed it to him. He sighed, took the drink you offered him and placed it on the coffee table, not giving it a second glance. Your heart sank a little and you decided to mask it by taking a sip of yours. 

After a few moments of silence, you broke it: "Do you want to do anything together? It's a holiday, sort of. We should have some fun." He gave you a side eye. "We could go and visit a museum, or if you're not into museums, we can always go out for some ice cream? Thor said you like ice cream." You rambled on and on, and you cursed yourself for it. Especially when you saw his uninterested face. Your stomach dropped. 

"No, not really. I wish to read in silence." Again, the embarressed blush crept its way up to your cheeks. 

"O-Okay," you stuttered. You wanted to get away from him for awhile, put your thoughts on the same page and give him the space he wanted. "I think I'm going to go to the pool." He didn't give you a sign of acknowledgement. 

You strided to the bathroom, quickly changed into your swimsuit and picked up your bag on the way out. You grabbed the handle to leave your hotel room, when Loki spoke up. 

"Ask if there is another room available. There is only one bed." 

"Okay," you said, opening the door. You kind of hoped there wouldn't be another one available, but you quickly shoved that thought aside when you realised he could read minds. 

"Are you wearing that?" His eyes were scanning you up and down, and it made you uncomfortable - in a good way. Your heart fluttered. 

"Yes," you said, suddenly more confident as he didn't advert his eyes from your chest. "You can still come with me." He snapped out of it and looked away, scowling. 

"No." 

Your heart sank, but you respected his choice and decided you would give him some space. 

With your feet floating into the pool, you allowed your thoughts to wander. The mission had been rough, Loki had endured a lot, and so did you. You remembered the look on his face when Fury announced that the mission was done. He looked so peaceful, until Stark annouced he granted you two a holiday in Paris. His mood completly changed towards you. He never expressed that he was fond of you, but now he was downward ignoring you. 

And it hurt. 

It also didn't help that you were crushing on the God. Every word dripping with venom shattered your heart, and yet you were doing your best to impress him while he barely even seemed to tolerate you. 

You got pulled out of your thoughts when a young lad tapped you on the shoulder, giving you a charming smile - but it wasn't who you hoped it would be, but you had a nice afternoon with him. 

Before you headed back to your room, you had asked for another room and much to your surprise, they did not have a spare room. With a satisfied grin on your face and a lovely afternoon with the young man, you headed upstairs and greeted Loki, who still sat plastered in the chair as before. 

"Hi!" you greeted. He looked up at you, which you welcomed as a good sign. "I brought you some Poptarts, wait, I've got them somewher- aha, here," you said as you grabbed them out of your bag and handed the package to him. He took them hesitantly. 

He seemed a little less moody, which you silently cheered for. 

"Where have you been?" he started accusing. You raised an eyebrow at him. 

"At the pool, but I've met a young man who was backpacking across Western Europe. We had ice cream together. He told me stories about how he was in Barcelona. He was pretty charming." He rolled his eyes. 

"Did you ask for a second room." A smile crept up your face. 

"Yes." 

"Do they have one?" He asked, agitated. 

"No." He sighed. "But that's alright, yes? We're both adults and if it bothers you so much, we can make a pillow barrier." 

"Mhm," was all he said. 

You chatted on, wanting the conversation to spark, but it didn't happen. You tried to be enthusiastic and a fun interlocutor, but he kept on ignoring you. It started to irritate you, but you kept trying to make conversation with him no matter what, even if you stomach started to knot and your heart to drop. 

In the early evening, you called roomserve to bring your dinner to your room. You had ordered Loki's favourite meal on the menu, which was spaghetti. Loki secretly found that very thoughtful, but decided not to bring it up, since you kept ranting to him over random stuff. He just wanted you to shut up already. If there was a way he could make that happen he would do it. 

An excelent idea popped into his mind - and excelent idea at the time. While you were ranting and searching for forks and knives, Loki searched his luggage for something that always worked out, he then poured you two a glass of wine and put a sleeping pill in yours. 

It always worked on Thor, it used to knock him out for hours. And since you were a human  - a mortal - you would be out for way longer. He smirked to himself as you returned with cultery. 

"It smells really nice, doesn't it?" you commented, looking at him for some kind of answer. 

"Mhm." You sighed, taking a bite from your spaghetti, frowning as Loki cut it. You giggled and decided to teach him the right way, maybe something interactive would help him engage into some conversation. All you wanted to do is make him feel at ease in your presence. 

"You know, that's not how you are supposed to eat spa-" 

"I do what I want. Can you just be quiet and let me enjoy my meal?" he snapped. Your enthusiastic facade cracked. Your smile vanished. If you were going to be stuck here in Paris with him, you needed to get things straight with him. "Whining child." 

Your hand shot up to your glass of wine and you took a large sip before you spoke. 

"Look, I get the feeling that you ignore me and I don't like it. We had such a nice time on our mission. Why are you suddenly acting so cold towards me?" You felt sick as you spoke the words. Your stomach churned and your vision started to blur, but you weren't crying. You didn't know what you felt. 

"I just really want a nice holiday with you. Is there anything I've done wrong? I can try and make it up, but you have to tell me what's wrong because I cannot read minds like you." Your head spun and you blinked. 

You started to feel dizzy. 

"I just want you to be quiet!" he sneered, clearly having enough of you being dramatic. You grabbed the table to steady yourself. "I've been stuck with you for more than two weeks, and here I am, in my free time, having to spend time with a bloody mortal!" 

"Well, it hurts when you ignore me. I like you, okay, and it hurts when you act cold towards me."

Loki's heart skipped a beat. 

Did she say she liked me? 

You stood up and the whole room spun. "I feel sick." You took two steps away from the table, when everything turned black. You briefly felt the surging pain of your head hitting the ground as you passed out. 

Loki sat at the table, and he wholeheartly laughed at you. He took another bite of his spaghetti, embracing the silence while thinking what you said about him. 

The smirk left his lips as your body suddenly shook and then stilled. Your chest wasn't moving and panick settled in his bones. 

He dropped his cultery and ran over to your frame, kneeling down and cupping your face. 

"Hey, Y/N," he said, slightly tapping your cheek, a quaver in his voice audible. "Wake up." Regret filled his guts and he suddenly wished he didn't use that sleeping pill. 

He brought his face closer to yours, trying to listen to your breathing, but you weren't. Panick filled his eyes. His hands shot up to your neck, trying to find a non-existing pulse. 

"No, no, no," he whispered, too shocked to raise his voice. His hair fell messily around his face as he tore your shirt open. He placed his hands on top of one another on your exposed chest and started giving compressions. "Please, stay with me," he said before pressing his mouth against yours and giving your rescue breaths. 

"Come on," he urged on, bringing his mouth to yours again, just then, you inhaled sharply. Loki sighed, relieved and rested his forehead on yours. 

"Thank you," he whispered, caressing your cheek. "Thank you." His eyes started to water as he sat up, undid his black blazer en wrapped you in it to make sure you were staying warm. He then carried you to the bed, and tucked you in while he stayed at your side. 

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to," his words got stuck in his throat. He spend the whole night at your side, whispering apologies to you while holding your hand and making sure you kept breathing. 

Loki hadn't slept all night, and had hoped you woke up in the morning, but around noon, you were still asleep. Full of regret and shame, he watched your innocent form. He had had all night to think about everything and made himself a promise that when you woke up, he would talk to you for every second of the day. After all, you had said you liked him - and he liked you. Hell, he had always liked you, but was afraid to admit it. Now, he would fully commit to it and try harder to make you feel at ease in his presence. 

At two o'clock, Loki hadn't eaten all day, and he was growing hungry. He picked up the phone on the nightstand al dialed roomservice. 

"Hi, this is room 137, can I place an order... Yes, please. Can I have a sandwich? Mhm, alright, thank you." He sighed and placed the phone back as something nudget his arm. 

"I want a sandwich too," you rasped. "One with butter and cheese." Loki jumped up in the bed and turned towards you. You looked tired, but alive. His eyes glazed with tears and he got closer to you, taking your face between his hands and examining you, angling your face so he could look for non-existing damange. 

"Are you alright? I'm so sorry, I didn't know that pill was dangerous for Midgardians, I'm so sorry, please I'll be - are you okay? Do you need anything?" You smiled and placed a hand over his, realising what had happened. You smiled. 

"I want a sandwich." Loki smiled and nodded. "And I need you to be friendly, no more insults or ignoring." 

"I promise - I won't. I'll talk to you, are you sure you're fine?" You shrugged, yawning in the afterglow of your glorious nap. 

"Yeah, that was one hell of a nap. I should thank you," you joked. "But seriously, don't do it again, I think I hit my head." Loki cupped the back of your head and you felt a tingling as the pain slowly faded. 

"Better?" he asked carefully, stroking a few strands of your hair out of your face. You nodded. 

"Can I now have my sandwich? I'm terribly hungry." Loki chuckled, lowering his eyes, and glad that you still seemed willing to accept him, even after all that happened. 

"Do you, I mean, do you want to go to the pool this afternoon?" he carefully asked. You smiled. 

"I would love that, Loki," you spoke. Your eyes locked and you smiled at each other.