Just Relax

Loki and Tony stand just outside Sasha's room, their ears pressed to the door as they eavesdrop on the conversation she and her boyfriend are having. Neither men trust the hooligan and they intended on protecting her virtue. Sasha's laugh makes the worried father growl, sure that his little girl looked too cute for her own good while Loki knew she did. "I don't know, Eric." Sasha's voice in uncertain and Loki could practically see her biting her lower lip in a way that made even himself fight not to kiss her.

"It'll be fine, babe, don't worry," is her boyfriend's response, one that makes both Tony and Loki want to drag Eric out of the room by his testicles and torture him in the worst way possible—anything to teach him not to force things on Sasha, especially if it's what the two men think it is. "Lay back—" and that's the straw that broke the camel's back.

Loki and Tony burst into the room, the scene before them causing both of them to see red. Eric is resting half on top of Sasha, one hand resting on her hip and his other arm resting beside her head; his lips were hovering over hers, but she looked less enthused than he seemed to be—she had both hands on his chest, pushing him away from her.

Tony picks Eric up by the collar of his shirt, dragging him out of the room; Loki sits on the edge of Sasha's bed, helping her to sit up more comfortably. "Are you alright," he asks, green eyes filled with obvious worry.

"Fine now," she answers, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his chest. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her tight against him. He wouldn't let any harm come to her if he could help it, he just hoped that he wouldn't be the one to cause her any hurt worse than saying that she couldn't have any candy or that she couldn't watch zombie movies too close to the time she goes to bed.

"Love isn't easy; it takes a while to know when you truly feel it." She looks up at her best friend, her dark eyes catching the light of the setting sun.

"I love you."