Loki's hand grasps yours firmly, as if he thinks you'll walk away if he lets go. Of course you won't, but his grasp is somewhat endearing, so you don't say anything. Loki drove you home after a small party with all of your friends. You aren't drunk, but very tipsy, so he insisted on taking you back to your place, even though it was well within walking distance. On the short car ride home, you had gone from tipsy to exhausted. Well, tipsy and exhausted. Loki came around to your side of the car to open the door for you. You nodded a thank you to him and began to rise from your seat.

You were then pulled back down abruptly by your own weight. Your body felt incredibly heavy. You toppled back to your seat. You started to laugh, trying to disguise how embarrassed you were. Loki just playfully smiled and rolled his eyes. "Let me help you, dear," he said with a chuckle. Loki picked you up and carried you bridal style into your apartment. He used his magic to open the door and turn a few lights on before placing you onto your bed. By this point you were almost half-asleep in his arms.

Loki carefully removed your shoes and covered you with blankets. He looked down at you, moonlight streaming in onto your face, still enough that you might as well be asleep. He had the strongest urge to kiss you. That was something he had never felt before. It was quite disorienting. He told himself to shake it off and began to leave.

Before he could walk away, he felt something tug at his wrist. He looked back to find your hand wrapped tightly around his. "Wait," you said, so soft that Loki thought he might have imagined it. Loki knelt down at the side of your bed. "Can you please stay a bit longer? I don't want to be alone," you pleaded. Loki sighed, knowing that would just tempt him more to kiss you, but he promised himself he wouldn't take advantage of you while you were under the influence. He removed his jacket so that he was just in a blue dress shirt. He then came to the other side of the bed and climbed in with you, staying on top of the sheets. You come close to him and turn away so that he may stroke your hair as he usually does when the two of you are close. He complies, as he can tell what you want.

Your room is silent as he runs his hand through your hair. You want to ask a question, but know almost certainly what the answer will be. It might have been the alcohol or the drowsiness, but you decide to ask anyway. "Will you sing to me, Loki?"

Loki is silent for a moment, but you can tell he is considering. He suddenly chuckles. "Did you not see all you needed to see after you slipped me that singing elixir at Thor's party a few years ago?" You laugh softly, recalling the memory fondly. "That was forced though. You may not think anyone is listening, but I've heard your beautiful voice before. I know how good you are." Loki is quiet again, shocked that anyone has ever heard him singing. After a moment, he speaks again. "What would you even have me sing?"

You think on this for a moment before turning over to face him. "Just sing me something from your childhood. A song you like." Loki looks at you and sighs. He doesn't really want to sing, but he wants to make you happy, so he tries to think of something, eventually settling on an old lullaby Figga used to sing him when he had trouble sleeping.

I stormsvarte fjell, jeg vandren alene 

Over isbreer tar jeg meg frem 

I eplehagen står møyen den vene 

Og synger: når kommer du hjem?

Loki caresses your face as he sings. His voice is soft and soothing and you are asleep in no time. When he's finished, he looks down at you to find your breathing even and your body heavy in his arms. The only movement is your lashes fluttering occasionally. Loki can not take his eyes off of you. He plants one soft kiss on your head. He had planned to leave as soon as you were asleep, but he can't bear the thought of leaving you. He just stares at the ceiling feeling strangely happy.