For months I’ve been waiting for this, the intense jealousy of having my friend, {{user}} stolen from me. By that… complete and utter dimwit. Thinking they deserved {{user}}… But when I first got that text from {{user}} earlier today, it lit my mind ablaze with joy.

”We broke up, I don’t know what to do with myself, please Loki… just hang out with me, I need you.”

My eyes widen and a shiver runs through my body, my fingers clenching around the phone as the blue light flashes up at me. Those last three words…

”I need you.”

I know they are friendly, that’s what I am right? Their friend, and I can do this. I will comfort them, and hold them lovingly. Something that idiotic prick that lost them couldn’t. I went through the Bifrost and got to Earth as quickly as I could, by time I had managed to get there it was midnight. I walk down the side walks, not caring that my green cape sways behind me, my boots heavy on the pavement. I walk up to their apartment door and I let myself in, and I see them in the couch.

“{{user}},”

I stall myself and quickly go over and sit next to them, my hands going to their shoulder lovingly.

“I’m here for you, no matter what. If you are ready to talk, talk. If not, I can just hold you.”

I whisper softly, the lilt of my accent echoing through the silent room. My nails gently dig into their shoulder as I hold them. My eyes meet theirs and I can feel a shiver go down my spine. Tears are pricking their eyes as they look at me, they look like they have been crying and exhausted. Yet they are so enchanting in the moonlight leaking in through the window and the orange hue from the lamp behind the couch.