Love's Funny Like That, Stephen/Loki
Loki never felt very loved, of course he had his mother, who cared for him deeply, and his brother, who would pull him out of Hel without a second thought, but that wasn't really what he wanted. He wanted someone to hold him close and dispel his fears of being left behind, forgotten...
"I heard what you said to Thor," Stephen calls as he finds Loki.
"I haven't a clue what you speak of."
"“Just go forget me like everyone else”, you didn't say that?"
"I...may have said something along those lines...but only in a moment of anger!" The God Of Mischief sighs.
"I know what those words mean, especially “In a moment of anger”, you're hurting, Loki, and I'm giving you an unbiased party to talk about the pain with," Dr. Strange puts a hand on his shoulder.
"Keep your filthy hands off of me! I do not wish to speak to you, or anyone else!" The God storms off.
Stephen lost everything in one car accident, and has never truly felt the same again, never felt like he was needed outside of the job that was basically thrown at him by The Ancient One...
"Loki, you're hurting, you've never really had a chance to heal, I want to help you," The Sorcerer Supreme offers as he sees the God of Mischief again.
"I don't want your help, or your pity, now leave me be, before I hurt you," Loki growls and Stephen backs off before he just makes things worse.
They both know Loki needs someone there for him, someone to help with everything he's never truly gotten over, but only one of them is willing to try time and time again.
When Stephen hears it he's almost sure he's hallucinating, because it can't be real...
But as he follows the sound he finds it, The God Of Mischief, on the ground and in tears.
"Why are you here? Can't you let me wallow in my own pity in peace?" Loki demands.
Dr. Strange doesn't say a word, he sits down and wraps his arms around the crying go-...man.
"I'm not leaving you, and neither is anyone else," Stephen assures.
Loki breaks down more, and accepts the hug.
"You must promise.." He breaks down more.
"I do, I promise, I'll be right here."
Everyone needs love, even a Proud God Of Asgard...
"What are you doing?!" Loki laughs as Stephen grabs his hands and makes him dance with him.
"We are dancing, because I know you love to," The Sorcerer Supreme laughs.
"You are an insatiable idiot," The God Of Mischief chides.
"And you have two left feet."
"I assure you I don't..."
And an equally proud sorcerer, who gets over worked.
Stephen is reading when he hears someone enter, but ignores it, already knowing who it is.
As the other person wraps their arms around him and whispers, "What are you reading?" Dr. Strange smiles.
"Why? You want me to read to you?"
Loki laughs and shakes his head, "No, but I will read with you."
"Alright, fine, but no falling asleep on me."
That doesn't make them any less broken, or any less breakable...
Stephen wakes up to Loki tossing and turning, letting out sort whimpers and whines of "No" over and over again.
"Loki?" Stephen shakes his lover, hoping to wake him.
Blue eyes shoot open, and the shaking one grabs the other's hands off of him.
"You okay?"
"I'm fine, Stephen, go back to sleep," The God Of Mischief rolls onto his side, facing away from the other.
The Sorcerer Supreme wraps his arms around the slender figure.
"I'm here for you," he whispers.
But it helps numb the pain of being broken.