Bedtime Shorts

"Listen, there is no way you can just summon things! I know you have to have them first, Mr. Dimensional-Pockets!" I laugh at Loki as he lays sprawled out across from me on the bed. A pile of clean laundry lays between us as we each pick out pieces to fold in our conversation.

The smile on his face widens as he attempts to convince me, "My dear, I'd never lie to you! I did summon that cat, there is no other way for it to occur."

My eyebrows raise in shock, "You better convince me right now, then!" My finger raises to point across the laundry toward Loki, "Because if I find out you kept Bucky's cat in a pocket just to tease him, I'll fight you."

His face twitches in amusement as he folds a towel, "You truly think I'd keep the creature in a pocket?"

"Yes!"

Loki snickers, "Well then, you truly do know me."

I gasp as I cease my folding, "Oh, Loki Odinson you take that back right now. I know where you sleep!" I raise the shirt in a clutched first as I guide my threat towards him while he searches the pile for a matching sock as a grin is plasters on his face.

I receive no response as he continues his hunt, "Loki, I will fight you right here, right now. Did you put that poor cat in a pocket for five hours just to prank Bucky?"

I watch Loki as he bites his bottom lip to hide both an amused smile at my threat and a giddy giggle at the thought of his actions. Taking that as confirmation I playfully glare at him, "That's it!" I leap across the pile and wrap my arms around him, tackling his body onto the pile of folded clothes on the opposite side of the bed.

A burst of laughter escapes his chest as he fights me back, trying to turn me over so he has the upper hand. I catch his movements and latch my fingers onto his sides as I tickle him, causing his laughter to grow and his cheeks to redden.

"I swear," He begs between breathes, "I made sure it had food," a loud cackle escapes him again as I reach for his armpits and neck, "and water!"

"Loki, I'll kill you!" I turn over on top of him and pin his torso between my thighs, never stopping the attack of my wiggling fingers.

His laugh reaches the point of nearly no noise, just a wide grin and heavy breathing as he starts to beg for me to stop. "The feline had toys, and light! Please, oh please," He takes a huge breath and let's out more laughter, "My love, please stop! My face may freeze like this forever!"

His pleads cause me to laugh but not stop as I tease him more, "And you deserve it, you big old jerk! You took Alpine like a bully!" I tickle Loki as the usually stoic and sarcastic god laughs so hard tears stream down his face. I give into his pleading and strained laughter as I begin to laugh myself, joining him in the light of it.

He regains his breathing after a few moments with his hands resting on my thighs, eyes stuck on the ceiling with a plastered grin. I level my breathing and control my breathing between soft giggles as well with my hands on his chest. "You owe him an apology. He's an old man, you could've given him a heart attack!"

Another light chuckle escapes Loki's nose as his eyes close with a shake of his head, "He is a super soldier! There is no way the loss of his kitten would cause a heart attack strong enough to stop his life." He rolls his eyes as he reopens them and lightly hits my leg as his eyes finally meet mine.

"I would put money on Bucky dying when that cat is gone. That is, like, the only thing he loves." I giggle to Loki and return the light slap to his chest and put my finger to his face, "and you, sir, are a jerk for making him think the cat never existed. You took every piece of evidence away! Bucky thought he was crazy!"

A mischievous smirk plays across Loki's features as he tuts, "I think that was better than making him think the cat ran away. He already has abandonment issues."

My mouth falls open in a gasp, "Odinson, you stop that right now!" I push my hands into his chest again as a threat for more tickling, or worse - a wrestling match that I'd clearly win.

Loki squeezed my thighs and scrunched his nose at his turn to tease, "Make me, midgardian."

I cock an eyebrow as I shake my head, "I'll never give into your mind games, ya prune." I lean in towards his face as I play back.

Loki lifts his head slightly to reach mine and glances to my lips as his hands trail on my thighs. I take the opportunity of his misguided glance to grab a pair of socks rolled behind his shoulder and toss them into his face and giggle at his stunned reaction.

I yelp at the sudden moment of Loki turning his body on top of mine, then yelp once again as he misjudges the size of our mattress and we both fall onto the floor in a heap. I land with a thud with Loki's body on top of mine and groan at the pressure from his weight pressing me into the hard floor.

Loki's hand immediately goes for the back of my head to sooth it with his touch and all tones of playfulness cease, "I'm so sorry, my love. Are you alright?"

"I'm alright," my face scrunches to hide a smile as I push the words out between small breaths, "except I have this incredibly talkative lump laying on my rib cage restricting my air flow."

Loki gives me a small smile as he pulls his body off of mine and helps me up. He pulls me from the floor a bit too quickly causing my vision to blur in dizziness, which he notices. "Let me clear the bed so we can lay down." He guides me to sit on the small clear section of the bed while he uses his magic to fold the rest of the laundry and vanish each piece to its home in the closet.

I roll my eyes at him with a closed smile and lean back onto my pillow. Loki crawls into the bed beside me as I turn and lay on my stomach, pulling a leg up to bend towards the outside of the bed, away from his body, so he can scoot next to me. I draw a pillow under my head and prop it with an arm as I move closer to his body.

I yaem as I relax my muscles, allowing my full weight to sink into the mattress below me. Loki's fingers gently pull my loose hair from the side of my face to behind my neck as he places a gentle kiss on the crown of my head. I hum in delight and close my eyes, my breaths leveling in sleepiness.

Loki draws patterns with his fingers around the cloth on my back and down my arms, gently coaxing me further into sleep. He reaches his hand up the back of my shirt as his nails trail themselves around the skin of my back causing more delightful approval to fall from my throat. Light kisses are laid on my shoulders and head as I drift to sleep with the soft lull of Loki's humming and gentle touch.