Draga Moja
Loki finishes reading his book, even though you’d been asleep for a fair bit before that. He wanted to continue reading aloud in case you could hear him. He finally feels his eyes getting heavy and falls asleep. He’s awoken after what feels like only a few minutes as he feels you move beneath him; it was so subtle he almost missed it. He shrugs it off at first, but once you move again, he becomes more alert.
He finally looks at you and notices the furrow in your brow, the way your hands have clenched into fists. Another nightmare. Maybe this will give you some of the answers you desired. He so desperately wants to help you, but it feels wrong to go in your head without your permission.
He waits. He hates it, but it comforts him knowing that he’ll be here when you wake.
******
You jolt awake and find yourself strapped to a table, your wrists and ankles bound by leather straps.
“Struggling will only exhaust you. I can’t have my star exhausted before the mission is complete,” a male voice speaks. You can’t see his face; you almost focus too hard on the darkness in front of you.
“Take me out of these and I’ll show you just how fine I’ll be,” you respond.
“There’s my little firecracker. I don’t think you’re completely ready yet though. Wipe her.” As if on instinct, your mouth opens, and a mouthpiece is placed inside. A unit circles around your head and with a flash, unspeakable pain radiating around your head as you scream out. What feels like eternity passes before the pain stops and there is just…nothing. No thoughts rolling around your head. Pure silence.
“Ready to comply?” the man says, spoken in Icelandic.
“Yes sir,” you answer in Icelandic.
WHAM! Suddenly you can hear your thoughts again as you are whacked with something hard. You take a minute to collect yourself and as you go to stand up you find yourself stuck.
What am I stuck on? Where even am I? You finally take a good look at your surroundings, and it looks like you are in a cell. There are dark, hard, and cold floors mirrored by large brick walls. You look down at your legs and are terrified by what you find. You find a body with a huge slash across the chest, the floor and essentially you are both covered in sticky red blood. You begin to shake and move it off you and realize their eyes are fixated on you. You let out a blood curdling scream as everything fades to black, and you hear a voice in the distance calling your name.
******
Loki has been gently calling your name for a while in an attempt to wake you but not disturb anyone else. There are tears streaming down your face and it just breaks his heart. You finally jolt up and scramble to get out of his grip but cry out in pain.
“Darling, I need you to take a breath, you’re ok. Look at me, look at me.” Loki pleads. You grab your side and cry out again in pain. Your hands are shaking, your vision is blurry as tears spill over, your heart is racing, and you can barely speak without panting. “It hurts, it wasn’t my blood, why does it hurt?”
“You were stabbed yesterday little one. I need you to look at me, please,” Loki pleads again. “Match your breathing to mine.” You begin to follow his breathing, your eyes glued to his chest as you start to calm down, a matching pattern to the first night you had a nightmare. Loki stares desperately at your face, wanting to take all your pain away from you. After a few minutes pass, you finally get your breathing under control as tears continue to stream down your face. “You’re ok, darling. You’re ok.” You don’t say anything, instead you burrow your head into Loki’s shoulder as he follows your lead and holds you close. He leans back against the headboard and moves your legs into his lap, and you just sit in silence for a while as you cry.
Finally, the tears stop, and you finally feel calm enough to talk.
“I’m so sorry that I woke you,” you say, not moving your head from the crook of his neck.
“You are ok, darling. I would have been angry at myself if I hadn’t woken up when you needed me. Do you want to talk about it?”
“I know I probably should, but right now, I just want to stay calm. Can it wait until tomorrow?”
“Whatever you need, little one.” Loki pulls the covers back up to cover the two of you. You stay where you were put, legs across his lap, head in the crook of his neck and his arms wrapped around you, keeping you close. This time, Loki falls asleep before you do. You try and remember every little detail about the nightmare, but sleep overcomes you once more.
******
You wake up before Loki as the light enters the room. Your body is so incredibly sore, and that’s not including the interesting shape that you ended up sleeping in. Although the view you’ve woken up to is very, very beautiful. Loki’s face is truly relaxed, and you can’t help but stare at him.
“You know it’s not polite to stare, little one.” Loki says without opening his eyes.
“How did you know?”
“Your thoughts of admiration are adorable, but very loud; and I felt you move. It seems stealth is not your strong suit. How did you sleep, little one?
“As good as I could have, given the stab wound and the nightmare. I’m sure I would have slept worse had I not been held by you,” you admit with a small smile on your face as you burrow into his shoulder.
“Happy to help, darling. I could get used to waking up like this,” Loki says adding a gentle kiss to your forehead. He places his head on top of yours and sighs. “I don’t ever want to leave this room if you are here like this.”
“I don’t either. I feel so incredibly safe when I’m with you, which is crazy to say, given how short of a time I’ve known you. It’s like there was a piece of you that was stored in me,” you say, unknowingly mirroring Loki’s words from his talk with his brother. Loki’s heart swells and he squeezes you a little tighter.
“I don’t know how I am ever going to share you with anyone else if you keep saying things like that.”
******
It’s been five days since you were stabbed. You and Loki spend every night together in his room, Wanda has been around but keeping her distance, which made you a little sad, but you were trying to give her the space she needed. Today was different though. Today, you finally had the courage to talk to her. You and Loki are cuddling in the bed as you finally decide.
“I need to talk to Wanda today. I mean, it’s not like I’ll have anything else to do. Why can’t I just have magical healing with these stupid powers?”
“Not stupid, just untrained. Maybe one day you will. Right now, just enjoy my continuous doting on you and everyone taking care of you, ok? I can think of a couple of things that could ease your pain,” Loki teases as his lips go to your ear and you whimper as he gently kisses and tugs at your ear.
“That is not fair, Lokes.”
“Neither are the images that you are sending my way, little one,” he whispers in your ear, earning him a whimper from you in response. You turn in his arms and put your hand behind his neck and bring his lips to yours in a deep kiss, his tongue brushing across your lips demanding access. Your lips part to let him in as your hand moves to steady yourself as your roll your hips against him. Loki growls at your movement and moves his hands down your back to the front of you, which unfortunately earns a wince from you.
“As much as I want to experience this beautiful form, I want you to be much more healed so I can ravish you without fear of hurting you,” Loki says, which earns a groan of displeasure from you. “I know little one, believe me, I don’t want to stop either. I simply don’t want to injure you further. I intend to have you writhing, but not in pain, only pleasure.”
“How can you expect me to stop when you keep talking like that?” you whine.
“Like this,” Loki says as he gently moves you off his lap and to the side of the bed and leaves as quickly as possible. You groan again in response.
“Stupid stab wound. Worst cock block ever,” you whined. Loki chuckles at you and comes around to your side of the bed and takes your hands in his.
“I know you’re frustrated, I am too, but we need you to heal, little one. It’s been five days already, only another five and we can take the stiches out.”
“I know, you’re right. I’m sorry.”
“No need to apologize, I just want you to know that I hear you.” Loki kisses your cheek before he helps you stand up. You wince as you stand up, the pain fully registering. “Easy, little one. How bad does that hurt?”
“It certainly doesn’t feel good, Lokes. You sure you don’t have any awesome healing powers you can use to make this go away?”
“My healing magic is not something I have used for others with the exception of you. That was…more of a life-or-death situation and I did not trust myself to succeed,” Loki admits.
“I’m sorry Lokes, I didn’t know.”
“It’s ok, little one. Best not to dwell on it. How about we go see who is downstairs and get some food in you?”
“That sounds like a fantastic plan.” You start walking to the door at a slower pace than Loki would like, so you are swept up by him and carried the entire way to the living room. You are greeted by lots of hellos and a few chuckles at the sight of Loki carrying you, your face turning bright red. He sets you on the couch next to Peter as he goes to get you some food.
“Hey there, how are you feeling? Is there anything I can get you?” Peter asks with a smile.
“No, I’m ok, spiderling. Loki is getting me some food. Turns out I’m still going to be cooped up for a few more days and I’m going crazy, so I am in need to learn new ways to pass the time. I heard you are the person who I should talk to, is that right?”
“Well, you’ve come to the right place. I’ve got lots of video games and comics and board games that I could show you how to play.” Peter continues to ramble about something you think is called mind craft and fork knife. You chuckle at him as he goes on.
“Have you eaten Peter? Better make sure that you’re fed so you have the energy for all of this. And no need to show me all of this today, I’m going to be on house arrest until I’m fully healed, especially if Loki and Wanda have anything to say about it.”
“Good call. I’m going to load up on more food.” Peter runs to the kitchen just as Loki is coming back with yours.
“What has put the pep in Peter’s step?”
“I told him that he should show me some of the ways that he passes the time since I’m still being watched like a hawk until I am healed.”
“I’m glad you have finally accepted your fate,” Loki jests, handing you the plate of food.
“I’d be careful if I were you, I might drag you into some of these game lessons,” you retort as Loki’s smile drops. You simply wink at him as you take a bite of the bacon on your plate. At that moment, Steve and Wanda walk into the living room. “Good morning, guys.”
“Hey there, kid. How do you feel?” Steve asks.
“Oh, you know, just casually healing from being stabbed and last night the god of mischief rammed his ass into me all night, how about you?” Wanda stifles a laugh at your joke as Steve’s face turns bright red. “I made the Captain blush and Wanda laugh. My day is complete.”
“I think the god of mischief is rubbing off on you, draga moja,” Wanda teases, not knowing that the nickname has a direct line to your sweet spot. Loki seems to notice the change in you and gives you a nod in reference to having the conversation with Wanda that you wanted to have.
“Hey Wanda, do you mind if we go talk for a little bit?” She nods and motions to the patio outside away from everyone. You grab a blanket big enough for two and slowly make your way out there.
“What’s going on?” Wanda asks.
“I think we both know where this conversation is headed.” You wrap the blanket around you too as you sit and take a breath before continuing.
“I…feel things for you that I am unsure I have felt for another woman before, while also feeling that way for Loki. I wish I could remember my life before, but maybe I am not supposed to remember. Don’t get me wrong, I still want to know where I came from, but I’m starting to feel like I belong here.” You pause to adjust the blanket tighter around Wanda, which earns you a smile from her. You take a breath before continuing.
“Loki has made it very clear that he is no stranger to being with more than one person. That being said, I’m still a little hesitant. Not because of you or Loki, but I’m scared at the potential lack of relationship experience that I may or may not have. Not to mention the potential lack of sexual experience, or I could be a total slut-” You finally cut yourself off as you begin to ramble. Wanda smiles and grabs your hand.
“You will be pleased to know that I am in a very similar mindset. My parents died when I was young, and my brother and I were running around just trying to stay out of trouble…ok not really staying out of trouble. Then before long we volunteered for Stricker’s experiments that gave us our powers. That doesn’t exactly leave lots of time for romantic relationships. Especially the kind that you and Loki are suggesting. I won’t deny that I share the same feelings for you at this moment, Loki even. When you were recovering in the hospital wing, I could feel Loki and I growing closer as companions. With more time, I think I will be able to see him more clearly through your eyes.”
“He certainly has a growing soft spot for me as well as one growing for you. I imagine that if we agree as a group to take things slow, he will certainly look out for our well-being. If you are on board, I would like to take this opportunity of my injury house arrest to…explore our relationship. Not physically until I’m fully healed but figure out how our dynamic flows as a group of three. At any speed that you would like.”
Wanda takes a moment to think about it. “I think we should have Loki join the conversation, if that is ok with you.” You nod and look back into the living room, make eye contact with Loki and motion for him to join you. He sits next to you and uses his magic to expand the blanket to all comfortably cover all three of you.
“You wished for me to join you,” Loki says as he settles.
“I have heard what this one here has said about the potential relationship. We both are pretty inexperienced, what can be recalled at least, when it comes to normal relationships, let alone one that involves three people. I would like to know from you what it would take to make a relationship with the three of us work.” Wanda says.
“Well, from what went on in Asgard, it certainly was common to find people being intimate with multiple people at once, in fact it was often encouraged. The ones that had full blown relationships were a little less common, but the common thread between them all was the fact that inside the group, no matter the size, each pair had their own time as couples, if that makes sense. In this instance, I would have time individually with both of you just like Wanda would have time individually with both me and you,” Loki explains.
“That sounds simple and complicated at the same time,” you admit with a little bit of nervousness reflecting in your voice.
“It is ok to be nervous, little one. The most important thing is communication as that is the only way this would work in the first place.”
“Sounds reasonable, not to mention fun once we finally get in a rhythm,” Wanda adds, noticing the way that both your eyes and Loki’s darken at the statement.
“We would learn our dynamics in…certain aspects as we go. I anticipate that we have an idea of who would be in charge. I’m going to have lots to teach you, little one.” You whimper in response to Loki’s statement.
“Now that is not fair Lokes. Especially when you are basically going to keep me on bed rest with no strenuous activities.”
“I need to reveal something.” Wanda takes a deep breath. “I’m still a virgin.” Wanda blurts. You and Loki stare at her unsure what to say in response to that very personal piece of information. You squeeze her hand, and Loki grabs her other hand.
“You might not be the only one. You know the whole memory thing,” you say attempting to lighten the mood. That earns a laugh out of everyone. “How about we just figure it out as we go?”
“Sounds good to me. Wanda?” Loki asks, looking over at Wanda hopefully.
“You two are going to be the death of me. I’m in.”
“Yay!” you squeal. “Can we go back inside? It is VERY cold out here.” Both Loki and Wanda laugh and all three of you head back inside. You settle back on the couch where you had left your plate and continue eating like you weren’t just outside for several minutes. Loki magically reheats the food that is supposed to be warm and settles next to you to your right, Wanda to your left. Peter is sitting in the chair to the right of you and is currently polishing off his plate.
“Aren’t you two going to eat anything?” you ask, eye balling Loki especially. “Don’t give me any of your ‘I’m a god, darling’ crap. You should eat too.”
“If you insist, darling. Wanda, can I get you a plate?” Loki asks Wanda while you not so subtly glare at her, which she laughs at.
“Since she insists, I believe I have no choice.” Wanda admits. Loki heads to the kitchen to get them some food. Wanda has a bit of a brave moment and pulls your left leg onto her lap and starts gently grazing her fingers across your calf, which instantly relaxes your muscles. You lay your head sideways on the back of the couch and close your eyes enjoying being spoiled. Loki makes his way back and sees the moment unfolding and smiles.
He hands Wanda her food and sits down on the couch beside you, placing a hand on your thigh while also placing a gentle kiss on your head. That’s how you guys stay, even when they are done eating and when Peter thrusts a controller in your hand to start the ultimate distraction. A game called fork knife you think?
Peter quickly corrects you and calls it Fortnite. You spend the next couple of days trying to figure out this game, much to Loki and Wanda’s entertainment. Eventually you get the hang of it and even get a win under your belt before he has to go away for homework on the last day. Loki and Wanda took shifts at staying with you, always keeping in physical contact with you. It was very clear that this relationship between the three of you was going to be very touch focused, given Loki and Wanda’s histories alone.
“Are you going stir crazy yet, little one?” Loki asks as he rubs your back.
“Completely. That’s also partially because of the fact that I don’t really have a purpose.”
“Yet. We will get you trained as soon as you are healed. If that is something you want.”
“I need a purpose, as much fun as hanging out with Peter has been and getting my cuddle on with you and Wanda, but I’m losing my mind. It feels like I have no purpose right now, which I hate.”
“You do have a purpose. You keep my bed warm,” Loki says with a grin, smothering you in kisses and cuddles.
“As adorable as that is, I see what she is talking about, Loki. It’ll be ok, draga moja,” Wanda says as she reapproaches the couch. “Maybe we could do some light magic training, but the instant that starts to affect you negatively, we stop.”
“Please, Wanda. I need mental stimulation,” you plead.
“I can think of other ways to stimulate you, darling,” Loki continues to tease, kissing along your neck, earning a moan out of you. You are about to scold him when Wanda has a brave moment and slides her hands up your legs and between your thighs. You whimper as her fingers send electric sparks over your legs.
“Guys, that is not fair. What happened to resting?”
“We can be gentle,” Loki says before scooping you up from the couch. He places a kiss on Wanda’s lips before leading you all to his room. “Promise you are ok with this?” Loki asks Wanda.
“Absolutely.”
******