Frostbite, Darling? [Loki x Reader] Part 1

You tossed and turned in your bed, hugging the covers closely to your body. Damn, why is it so cold? You asked yourself, still trying to cling onto sleep for as long as you could.

It's no use.

You sat up in your bed, your teeth chattering. You looked at your alarm clock, and the bright red letters peek out against the darkness. 2:24 AM. You sighed and kicked the covers off of you, letting out a loud shiver as the sudden bitter cold touched your skin. Goosebumps developed, and you rubbed your legs for some warmth. Why you decided to sleep in a green tank top and black shorts, you had no idea.

Standing up from your bed, exhausted, you searched around the floor for your jacket, which you remembered was casually tossed on the floor before you went to bed. Your toes touched something fuzzy, warm. Got it. You picked it up with your foot and pulled it over your arms, letting it envelope you in complete warmth. You zipped up the jacket to just above your belly button, causing it to hang off one shoulder. Your shoulder casually hung out of the jacket, which was the way you enjoyed wearing it, even if it was cold. Living alone in your apartment meant no one really took care of you, which also meant no one to snuggle with. You would settle on your large bear plushy instead, or even the local golden-tabby cat that'd roam in through your window each night.

Speaking of which... You looked towards the large windows, which looked out upon the city. New York was beautiful in the winter time, especially when snow capped the trees down by the streets, and when the flurries past by the window, delicate snowflakes that would melt in the heat of the daytime. You sighed happily, pleased that you had made a home here. Stepping closer to the window, you looked around outside, noticing that the Stark building was just beginning to rise from it's ruins. You envied Stark and the life he had. Really, who could be Iron Man other than Tony Stark? No one, that's who.

You laughed quietly to yourself, realizing you were talking to yourself again. You put your hands on the top of the window and pushed downward.

But it wouldn't budge.
It was already closed.

"Hm..." You pondered at the closed, and locked, window, biting your lip in curiosity. "Why is it so frosty in here?"

Shrugging your shoulders, you walked out of your room. The cold hard wood floor under-toe felt refreshing to your tender feet, which were surprisingly warm considering the freezing room in which you slumbered in. You walked up to the thermostat, and saw that it had read 42 degrees Fahrenheit. You tapped it a few times, making sure it wasn't just stuck on a random number.

Nope, still 42. You turned it to a nice and toasty 75, the temperature you enjoyed during the bitter winters in New York. Why was it so cold inside anyway? You remembered you were watching The Avengers under a thick blanket with a warm cup of coffee, and had the thermostat at at least 73. Strange.

"Guess I'll tell Dave about it tomorrow morning," you mumbled to yourself, shrugging it off. "He'll fix it." The maintenance man that worked in your building was a sharp man, always fixing a problem whenever it was needed, especially for you. He favored you, considering you were one of the less-complainant giving tenants in his building. Dave would fix anything for you, from a leak in the sink to a spider on the ceiling you were too lazy - or afraid - to kill.

You found yourself sauntering into the kitchen, mumbling the Avengers theme song under your breath as you turned on the light. Your attention turned to the coffee maker, and decided to make a cup of coffee.

As the loud noises of the heater sounded in the Keurig, you selected your coffee. A nice caramel coffee would definitely soothe your nerves and warm your frozen fingers at this point. You took out the small cartridge from the coffee rack and put it in the Keurig, waiting for it to heat up completely. You opened up a cabinet that was filled with coffee mugs, and picked the one that you had made yourself in a pottery class you had in school. You had written your name on it in intricate gold letters, which were outlined in a thin black ink. You were quite proud of the work you had done that day, and were a bit cocky around other people. The cursive work you did on it, the swirls and connection of letters, were almost hypnotizing.

You put the mug under the coffee dispenser, waiting for it to heat up. Even the coffee maker is affected by the weather. You sighed, deciding to walk around the apartment as a pass time. You walked into the small dining area, around the table and chairs, and over to the window. The curtains were open, and you decided to close them. You grabbed the silky black fabric between your fingers, and pulled them together, enveloping the room in darkness. You moved onto the next window, and grabbed the curtains, when suddenly, a cold breeze hit your body.

This window was open, you thought to yourself, shaking your head. Should have known. Subconsciously, you knew this couldn't be the culprit. You slept with your room door closed, and this window was only opened a little bit, maybe just enough so that you could squeeze through. You were smarter than to believe that, but what else was there?

Suddenly, the mood changed.
You didn't feel alone anymore.

Out of the corner of your eye, and you could have sworn, you saw something move in the dark corner. You gulped, and continued to close the window, knowing it was all your imagination.

Did it get colder? You looked down at the windowsill, your heart pounding. There's nothing there, there's nothing there. You repeated to yourself.

You looked up, and your jaw dropped.

Behind you, in your reflection in the window, was a very tall, excessively handsome man. His skin was pale white, his hair jet black and slicked back. He looked as if he was grinning as you looked into his eyes, which were shining bright like emeralds which were set on a flashlight. Your eyes diverged down to his shoulders, which looked to be encased in green and golden armor. Your heart stopped.

No. It couldn't be.

You blinked suddenly, and he was gone. You quickly turned around, and looked all around.

The only thing that caught your eye was the light from the kitchen, and the gentle hum of the coffee maker. You shook your head, holding it in your hands and rubbing your eyes. "No more Avengers before bed, you twit," you scolded yourself, your hands running over the extent of your face. "No more Loki-"

"Mrreow."

You looked down and around at the floor, half-expecting to see the tabby cat that'd greet you most nights.

You did find a cat, but not the one you normally found.
This cat was sitting on your coffee table, which was just a few feet from you.
It was slender, but had a muscular build, signifying it was male.
He was pitch black, with piercing blue-green eyes.
He had a golden collar around his neck with a silver tag, which's name you could not read from this distance.

"Mrreooow." The cat meowed again, purring slightly. This cat wasn't a kitten, yet not to it's adult years yet. You guessed it was about two or three years old. You took a step towards it, and it stood up, looking at you with those eyes.

Those eyes... You thought to yourself, kneeling down next to the cat.

He purred loudly, the loud rumbling in his chest filling your ears. You lifted your hand up above his head, and the tom gladly pressed his head up against your warm hands. The cay's ashen black fur was soft, and neatly groomed.

You scratched between it's ears, murmuring little baby talk to it. It seemed to like it, and he rolled onto his side, asking for a belly rub. You gladly obliged, rubbing his belly and kissing it's soft neck fur.

"Such a good boy..." you cooed to it, smiling softly as the cat purred louder. You looked at the collar, and then at the tags, reading the name.

"Loki," it read.
Bullshit. You looked at the tag for several moments while the cat sat still. Loki.

You looked at the back of the tag, but no address was given.

"Hmm..." You pondered, making noises with your tongue. "No help there." You figuring someone would put up posters sooner or later. "But for now, let's get you something to eat, and a nice warm bed to snuggle in."

You picked up the cat, which let you cradle him in your arms like a baby, and carried him into the kitchen. He casually pawed at your nose, and you giggled slightly. "Loki," you laughed, setting him down on the counter. The beautiful cat sat down once you put him down, and you turned off the coffee maker, suddenly losing the urge to drink anything. You grabbed the mug which you were going to use, and set it in front of the cat. It was wide enough for him to feed out of, and you grabbed another for his water dish.

You opened up your fridge, taking out a vegetarian cat meal, which was what the neighbor's tabby preferred, and opened it. The black cat licked his chops in response, taking a gander as his soon to be meal. You filled the mug with the fancy dinner and filled the other dish with water. Within seconds, the tomcat was eating his dinner, seeming like he hadn't eaten in decades. You casually leaned over the counter and waited for him to be finished, watching with tired eyes.

He finished in less than three minutes, and licked his muzzle as a sign of appreciation.
You put the dishes in the sink, intending to attend to them tomorrow, turned the light off, and walked towards your bedroom, the cat following close by.

You tossed off your jacket, and crawled into bed, the black cat joining.

You pulled the covers up close to your chin, and the cat nuzzled in the curve of your body, his head facing up towards you. You ran your hand through his fur one more time, and smiled calmly.

You fell asleep with those beautiful blue-green eyes staring at you.
You were happy you found this gorgeous cat, or, that it found you.