About: You have a reoccuring nightmare and Loki always comforts you afterward. This time he had had enough and tells you, but when your nightmare strikes again, he can't bare to see you upset. 

It usual happened around two in the morning. 

You woke up sweating and panting at you reoccuring nightmare. Blinking rapidly and staring around in the dark room you bit your lip. A hot tear ran down your cheek, eyes bloodshot. A shaky breath rolled over your lips as you hesitantly reached for your nightlight, switching it on. 

You flinched at the menacing shadows casted upon the furniture. 

Carefully, as if the danger out of your nightmare was lurking from the shadows, you threw the sheets back, swung your legs over the edge of the bed and went straight for the door, opening it and shutting it behind you. 

A chill ran down your spine as the wind blew through the creaks of the window against your bare skin. The hem of your pyjama trousers swished around your feet as you scambled to the door across from yours. 

Your haven. 

With a soft knock you entered and shut the door behind you. The silhouette in the bed slowly rised, but only a bit. Just enough so he could see you standing in front of the door. He sighed and patted the spot next to him. 

You then meandered over to him, and sat down next to him as he laid down again, one hand tucked behind his neck, the other one resting on his lower stomach. 

"Nightmare?" His voice sounded husky, that was because you woke him up in the middle of the night, for the thirteenth time this month. But you couldnt help it. After one of those nightmares, you just couldn't get to sleep by yourself. 

You almost didn't catch his question, but you nodded anyway. You let yourself sink into the pillow next to him. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked again, but as always, you shook your head. He sighed in defeat and rolled over to his side, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer. He squinted in the dark, trying to see your tear-stained face, his long, dark curls falling over the sharp features of his face. "Try to sleep for a bit. Okay?" he spoke lowly, rubbing up and down your back. 

"Okay, thank you, Loki," you whispered as you grasped his pyjama vest. 

It happened quite often, nights like that. He usually didn't mind it, but one day his mood just changed. 

It was an early morning for the Avengers and Loki. They would leave on a mission soon and they needed a good breakfast. Both of you had dark circles under your eyes. Once again, you had woke him up during the night. 

Now, he was glaring at his slice of bread, smearing nutella on it like he would like to stab the food, imagining it to be someone. 

"What a lovely day it is, isn't it, brother?" Thor boomed with his mouth full of cereal. "Nice and sunny. Perfect day for a mission." He knocked over his glass of milk, eyes wide and full of fear when he looked up at Tony. "Whoops." 

Stark rolled his eyes. 

"What's wrong, Mischief?" asked Tony, chewing on his orange. "You seem irritated." Loki violently bit a piece of his bread. 

"Do I?" he snarled. You bit your lip. 

"What's wrong?" you questioned him, wanting to comfort him like he did to you last night. He glared down at you. 

"Oh, yes, you should be the person asking that." Your eyes widened, not knowing where that came from. He must've seen  the surprise on your face, because he opened his mouth. "Keeping me up at night. And for what? For a stupid nightmare?" 

Your face turned pale. 

"Keep faking it, but I won't care anymore. This is the last time." Was he saying that you faked those nightmares? You adverted your gaze to the spoon in your hand, avoiding the glances the Avengers threw at you. 

"Okay, Lokes, stop. There is no need to snap at her," Tony interrupted the tormenting silence that hung thick in the air. 

"Because of her, I'm tired," he bit. Tony rolled his eyes and ate the rest of his orange. 

"Alright, you're tired. Just go to sleep earlier tonight," he mumbled, which Loki bared his teeth at. 

"If only it was so simple," he sneered, then locked eyes with you. Eyes stormy with anger. "I'm serious. That was the last time I will allow you in my room." 

You nodded, panic slipping into your system. What if you got a nightmare tonight? Where would you go? You couldn't fall asleep then, knowing that-

"Y/N?" Natasha whispered to get your attention, putting her hand over yours and giving it a light squeeze. "Shake it off." 

You nodded, staring at your slice of bread, deciding you weren't hungry anymore and left the kitchen. 

"I swear, if you ever use that tone on her again, I'll be the one stabbing you," Natasha threatened, pointing her knife at Loki. He rolled his eyes. 

"I'd love to see you try," he sneered, taking a bite from his bread. 

Evidently, Loki went on that mission with the Avengers and by the time they had reached the Tower again, he was so worn out that he went straight up to his room, cursing your door as he walked passed and slid into bed, wishing he would finally get a peacefull night after his threat towards you. 

You squirmed in our bed, frowning as your nightmare played like a film in your head. You whimpered and shot up straight, sweat beading your forehead. You panted hard, eyes wide open, feeling slightly dizzy. 

Tears rolled from your eyes, and you softly sobbed. Your brought a trembling hand to your nightlight, switching it on, then winced at the darkness still present in the dimly lit room. You felt trapped. It looked haunted and all you wanted to do was escape this room. 

Quickly, as if stung by a bee, you darted over to your door, opened it and went into the corridor, pacing around like a lunatic because you knew  Loki would be pissed when you barged into his room. 

Silent sobs rolled over your lips, growing louder with every passing second. These nightmares drove you crazy. You couldn't handle them alone. 

Loki woke up out of habit, but got alert as he heard footsteps roaming around in the corridor, just outside his door. He sat up straight, leaning upon his elbows, glaring at the door, ready to fire a waterfall of insults if you dared to walk through that door. 

However, he never uttered a word as those footsteps faded, a sobs or two reaching his ears. The frown left his chiseled forehead and the corners of his mouth slumped. He swallowed thickly, eyes staring throught the darkness the room carried. 

You got back into bed, your sobs ebbed away into little hiccups. You fumbled around with the sheets, the nightlight still on, because you hated the darkness during this time of the night. The nightmare was still fresh in mind, like a salted wound. 

You flinced as the doorknob was being pulled down. You froze on the spot, bedsheets clutched into your fists. Your heart hammered in your chest when a silhouette entered your room. Te ight reached his face - Loki. 

Your puffy eyes met his. 

He just stood there for awhile, face soft while you breathed heavily, trying not to sob in front of him. 

"Nightmare?" he whispered. You hesitantly nodded, biting your lower lip and shifting your legs onto the mattress. He swallowed loudly. "Do you want to talk about it?" You shook your head, like always. 

He went over to you, sat on the edge of the bed and held out his hand and summoned a glass of water before handing it to you. You smiled at him and took a small sip of it. Loki itched closer to you, gazed at you as if you were a complicated puzzle and ran a hand through your hair. 

"Feel better?" he asked as he pointed to the now empty glass of water. You nodded. He gently took the glass out of your hand, placed in on the nightstand and settled in the bed next to you. You instantly went to lay closer to him, his arms automatically wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer so you could breathe in his scent. 

"I'm sorry I woke you up," you muttered, voice muffled in chest. His hand stroke up and down your back, soothing your tensed muscles. 

"You didn't wake me up this time," he said softly, lips hovering over your forehead. "And please, don't apologize. You can't help that these nightmares keep haunting you." You looked up at him through your lashes. 

"You don't think I fake them, do you?" you whispered, slightly afraid of his answer. He shook his head. 

"No, because I have them too. I know what it is like to be kept up all night." He sighed and let his lips rest against your forehead. You snuggled closer to him. "I know it helps to sleep next to someone." 

"It does," you beamed, hands sliding around him to keep him close. 

"We could always sleep in the same bed from now on, if you like that of course," he said softly. You smiled against his shoulder and nodded. 

"I'd love that, Loki." 

"Me too," he whispered, kissing your forehead tenderly as you both dozed off into a dreamless sleep.