Peters pov
Loki was very touch starved. Not that he would ever admit it. But that is ok. That is what I’m for. It’s lucky, really, that somehow, the two most touch starved people in the compound would become boyfriends. It works perfectly. If one of us is ever faced with the unimaginable need for human contact, the other is always there. That is wether it is just touching knees, or laying on top of each other. You see, due to the fact that growing up, Loki had lacked so much of the needed contact, he came to crave it when he got a bit older. And with me, I just happen to be a very touchy person, and after May passed away and I moved to the tower, I had both wanted to isolate myself, and was to scared to make anyone else uncomfortable. I am not near as bad as Loki is tho. Lack of contact when he needs it can lead him into panic attacks. So my question is, how did we get ourselves into this situation.
2 DAYS EARLIER
Lokis pov
Ugh, I don’t understand why Peter must go to school everyday. It wasn’t that it has been a bad day, but I can’t wait for him to get back to the tower, cause I could really use some Peter cuddles. Thor is great, and I do appreciate all he does to help me (tell him that and I’ll slice your throat), but it’s just not the same as Peter. The elevator dings, indicating that someone has just gotten off at this floor, and my head snaps up to see if it is Peter.
“Peter! Darling, come here!” I yell.
“What, exited to see me?” he asked chuckling.
“Shut up and come here,” I grumble. He sits on the couch and I curl up in his lap.
“We can stay like this, but I am going to do my homework, ok?” Peter asks.
“ mhm,” I grown in agreement, not really paying attention to what he said, distracted by the smell that radiated off his, and the warmth he provided. I drift off to sleep just as he is finishing up his English paper and is moving on to his history presentation due in a few days. I must have been asleep for a while, because I was then being shaken awake by Peter.
“You have to get up, it’s time for dinner,” he whisper shouted in my ear.
“Mmm,” I whine in protest, knowing my voice would be too scratchy to form any coherent words. In the end, Peter has stand me up and drag me into the dining room. Once I see the Shepard pie that was siting on the table, I am the one dragging Peter to his seat. It must have been Barton and Romanoff’s turn to make dinner, because they are the ones that usually make the more “foreign” meals. I believe Shepard pie is from some place in Europe, but we had it on Asgard, and it was always my favorite. I can’t help the smile that appears on my face thinking of when my mother would make it herself when I would ask for it on my birthday. Peter must have noticed, because he was looking at me knowingly, clearly happy that I was.
Once everyone is finally sitting at the table, we can finally start eating. “Oh, by the way, I have a field trip in two days,” Peter says once everyone had calmed down a bit and was no longer shoving their faces.
“Cool, we’re are you going?” Barton asks.
“Here. It’s going to be really boring, but it’s for a grade, so I have to go.”
“That sucks, what class are you going with?” Stark adds.
“Everyone in both chem and robotics. Of course Ned is only in robotics, and MJ is in physics, so they won’t be there.”
“Or you could not go and just stay here all day with me,” I suggested, cringing slightly at how rough my voice sounds.
“I already told you, I have to go, or I’ll fail both classes, since they made this trip worth way to many points,” Peter replies.
“Fine, I’ll just rot away on the couch, knowing you are in the building but refuse to see me,” I say over dramatically, so Peter knows in joking, and not actually trying to guilt trip him into not going.
“Oh, that’s too bad for you,” Peter says.
“Shut up.” I push him gently so he doesn’t fall out of his chair.
1 1/2 DAY LATTER
Lokis pov
As I roll out of bed, I realize that Peter was not there. I quickly pull on some sweatpants and a sweatshirt (probably peters, I didn't pay much attention) to cover my bare skin before running to the living room, hopping to catch him before he left for school. Luckily I woke up soon enough he was still eating breakfast. He had already gotten dressed, and was wearing his ‘out of the overly expensive skyscraper that I call my home black sweatpants’ as Peter called them, his black converse, and what I’m pretty sure is one of my dark green hoodie. As I got closer, I notice that it is, in-fact, the Stark Industries Stark himself had gifted as a stocking stuffer, since he’s extra like that. He had customized the colors, and put all of our superhero names on the back. In Peters case, he is wearing a dark green hoodie with ‘god of mischief’ on the back of it. (Sorry I wrote so much just about what Peter is wearing, but since it is Lokis point of view, I feel like that is something he would pay attention to) I sit on the couch, and Peter comes to sit down once he finished eating, since there was still half an hour till he had to leave. After cuddling on the couch for about twenty five minutes, Peter gets up to make sure his stuff is all together. And then he leaves. Sad face. :(
Peters pov
Once I get of the train and walk the two minutes it takes to get to the school from the station, I have to get right back on to the bus, just to go right back to were I just left. Yay. Could you sense the sarcasm. I think Loki is wearing off on me. I am sitting on the bus, about five minutes from the tower. I am so happy that Flashes parents are on a business trip so they couldn’t sign his form and he couldn’t come, because he would’ve been bugging me about my internship. Everyone else had gotten over that, but Flash still thought it was hilarious. No one is laughing Flash. It not funny. Move on. Apparently my inner monologue was five minutes long, because now we are at the tower. We get off the bus and enter through the front door. The tour guide passes out security cards and we all go through the scanners. We end up all crammed in the elevator.
THREE HOURS LATTER
Lokis pov
I have been sitting on the couch in the common room watching Bob’s Burgers since Peter left. I don’t remember why I put this on. I think it was just playing when I turned the tv on. After what’s been probably about four hours, my skin starts to tingle. I curl up in a ball and try to get it to stop. It wasn’t working. Of course Thor wasn’t here today. I walk back to Peter and I’s room to curl up in our bed. I don’t know why this is happening. I usually can go until Peter gets back from school maybe it’s because I know he is in the building, but I can’t go and see him. Or because we had talked about him not going to school today, but he still had to. Whatever it was, it soon became unbearable. I could feel the tears running down my face. I couldn’t walk anymore. I sit down in the middle of the hallway up against the wall and fold in on myself, making myself a tight ball. The only thing I can feel is the intense tingling under my skin. I can’t see. I can’t hear. I can’t move. I’m probably shaking. My muscles are all tense. I hope no one sees me. I feel so weak.
Peters pov
This is so boring. I’m literally getting a tour of my own house. And the tour guide has been droning on about how he saw ‘The Black Widow’ walking down the hall one day, and how this is the first time he has gotten to lead a tour that is going to the penthouse area. Wait. The penthouse? Great. We are back in the Elevator for about the fifth time, because apparently you can’t just have all the tour spots on the same level. I wonder if anyone will be in the common room. They would probably make fun of me, how I have to go on this tour. We are walking into the common room and it is empty. That’s good. We all stand there awkwardly for a minute. I think everyone is disappointed there weren’t any avengers there. Oh yay. We are going to go look at the doors to the avengers bedrooms. Fun. We are walking down the hall, when I hear heavy breathing around the corner. When we turn the corner, everyone in front of me gasps. I push my way to the front , and see one god of mischief, shaking on the ground. I step forward to comfort my boyfriend, but the tour guide grabs my arm to stop me. I pull away and sit on the ground next to Loki. He leans over into my side, but is still shaking. I position myself so my legs are flat in front of me, and I can pull Loki into my lap. I put each of his knees on different sides of my waist and he can lean forward and put his face in my neck. I start rubbing his back with my fingertips. After about ten minutes, I can tell he is finally calm, because he starts drawing little shapes on my side with his finger.
“Peter, who are the people staring at us?” he asked quietly, but is still probably heard by everyone since it’s so quiet.
“It’s just my class that went on the field trip.”
“Oh… I forgot about that. You’ll probably need to get back to that then,” Loki said.
“Yeah, probably. You can come with me if you want,”
“Ok, just let me grab something really quick.” Loki slowly got out of my lap and stood, me doing the same right after. He walked into our room, which was only a little bit down the hall.
“Now I need all you little shitheads to listen up. No one is going to say anything mean to him you understand. And no one is going to hear about any of this. Everyone is going to follow me, I’m the new tour guide,” I say, once I’m sure Loki is far enough away. When he returned, he had one of my hoodies on with the hood up, his black hair sticking out in both sides making him look a little less intimidating then he would be otherwise. A little bit. After looking at the tablet with the schedule that the original tour guide gave me before leaving, and my watch, I noticed we are out of time for this part of the tour.
“We are supposed to go look at some replicas of avenger training rooms, and stuff, but that’s boring, so we are going to do something else… oh! Wait! I have an idea. Friday, can you ask all the avengers that aren’t doing anything to come to the common room please… thank you.” Everyone follows me as we walk back into the living room area. After a short Q&A with a few avengers, the other student leave.
“Thank myself they are finally gone!” Loki says, flopping onto the couch.
“I’m glad your feeling better,” I tell him.
“Yep, good enough to beat you in Mario Cart,” Loki replies.
“You wish.” A few of the other avengers that are in the room join in, and we spend the rest of the night playing video games, and eating pizza and other junk food.