Little stories of love and joy.

Protective Loki

Loki winced at Silvy's comment, but couldn't help but smirk at her blunt honesty. "Well, I suppose looking like shit is a small price to pay for surviving a burning building," he replied, his voice laced with sarcasm.

Morbius, still concerned about Loki's injuries, gently supported him as they made their way out of the interrogation room. "We need to get you to the medical wing," he said, his voice filled with worry. Loki glanced at him, noticing the genuine concern in his eyes. It was a look he had become all too familiar with over the past few months.

As they walked down the corridor, Loki couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. He was grateful for Morbius' support, but also frustrated with himself for getting into this situation in the first place. He had always been a master of mischief and manipulation, but lately, it seemed like his plans were constantly backfiring.

Silvy, who had been walking ahead of them, suddenly turned around with a mischievous grin. "You know, Loki, if you keep getting yourself into trouble like this, Morbius might start thinking you're doing it on purpose just to spend more time with him," she teased, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Loki rolled his eyes, trying to hide the blush that crept up his cheeks. "Oh please, Silvy, don't be absurd," he scoffed, though his heart raced at the thought of Morbius suspecting his true feelings. He had always been skilled at hiding his emotions, but lately, it seemed like Morbius was seeing right through him.

Morbius, who had been listening to their banter, couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment at Loki's dismissive response. He had hoped that Silvy's teasing would lead to something more, a confession perhaps. But Loki always seemed to change the subject whenever their relationship was brought up.

They finally reached the medical wing, where a nurse quickly attended to Loki's injuries. Morbius watched silently, his eyes never leaving Loki's battered form. He couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness towards the mischievous god, a desire to keep him safe from harm.

As the nurse finished tending to Loki's wounds, Morbius stepped forward, his voice filled with determination. "Loki, I think it's time we had a serious conversation," he said, his gaze unwavering. Loki looked up at him, his eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of apprehension.

Silvy, who had been observing the exchange, smirked knowingly. "About time," she muttered under her breath, before turning to leave the room, giving them some privacy.

And so, in the quiet confines of the medical wing, Loki and Morbius began a conversation that would change the course of their lives. They spoke of their fears, their desires, and the undeniable connection that had been growing between them. And as they bared their souls to each other, they couldn't help but realize that maybe, just maybe, they were meant to be more than friends.