𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃. - 𝐓. 𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

Chapter XLIII.

2:17AM.

I was woken by Thor's movements. I sat up, looking at his side of the bed. He was breathing heavy and sweating. "Leave her alone, Loki."

He mumbled, making me furrow my eyebrows. Did he mean me? I shook him lightly, but he still didn't wake up.

"Loki, stop. Now." He growled, and I shook him again. "Thor, get up, babe." I whispered. He put his hand out, Mjölnir flying towards me, almost taking my head off.

He started swinging it aimlessly, almost hitting me. "Thor, get up!" I yelled, as he gripped my wrist tighter. He through Mjölnir, putting a hole in the wall.

"Loki, don't kill her, kill me!" He roared, loudly. He was scaring me. "Thor, please get up." I whispered, trying to pry myself from his large hand.

"What the hell is going on in here?!" Nick walked in, seeing a heavy sleeping Thor in much distress. Nick freed me of his grip waking Thor up.

By now, everyone was standing at the door in their pajamas. Thor was now awake, wondering what happened. "Kirsten, are you okay?"

Thor asked, trying to level his labored breathing. Still shaken up, I nodded, although I was lying. I tried to hide my bruised wrist, but Tony Loud Mouth pointed it out.

"Kirsten, did I hurt you?" Thor questioned, and I bit my lip. I know he didn't mean it. He'd never want to hurt me purposely. "Kirsten?" I didn't noticed how long I stood without answering him.

"I'm just gonna sleep with Natasha tonight." I said, walking out the room. I was extremely tired, and didn't feel like dealing with this tonight, or morning, rather.

Everyone dispersed, going back to bed. I walked into a room, blindly lying in bed. I thought it was Natasha's room until I heard "So much for sleeping with Natasha, huh?"

It was Steve.

I was already half asleep, and didn't feel like getting up again. "It's whatever." I muttered, feeling my eyes get heavy. He turned the light out, laying beside me.

"Goodnight, Kirsten."
"Goodnight, Steve."

× I hope you all had a nice Thanksgiving!