You wake up late at night to some noises in your living room. Annoyed, you groggily throw your robe on and walk over, lazily turning the lights on. There was Loki, laying on your couch as he held his chest, blood gushing out. "Hey, mind helping me out here?"

It's been a year since Loki disappeared, not telling you where he was going, or even for how long. Hell, you didn't even know if you two were still together, let alone if he was alive. Yet, there he was, alive and on your couch, bleeding.