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Shortly after joining the Avengers as Tony Stark's intern is when Loki was forced to join as well. Did everyone trust him? Absolutely not, yet that did not stop you from wanting to get to know him more. Slowly, he redeemed himself, helping along with missions and debriefs. In between those, the two of you began to bond over literature by reading on the library cafe that was not too far from the tower. That is where he learned how you liked your coffee, and he would occasionally surprise you. You would also introduce him to more Earth things, like watching TV shows that would peak his interest or Broadway shows. He let you in on the tricks that he would pull on the other members of the team, like turning into a snake for Thor, or making Tony's tools disappear. There would even be times where he would want you to help on some of the tricks, the both of you laughing so hard your stomach hurt.

It became very apparent to the Avengers that the two to you were close, and it did not take very long until you realized your feelings, and he realized his own as well, and he allowed himself to truly feel them by confessing to you. That night was so special, the two of you alone and on the roof of the tower, somewhere where the two of you would consistently meet to get away from the hustle and bustle from within the tower. He confessed in a way that you would read about. Loki, who was not vulnerable very often, opened up. He was scared about losing the one person that saw him for him, the one person that trusted him before anyone else did, and the one he could not imagine living without, you. "I cannot keep myself from these feelings of wanting to spend all of my time with you," he paused for a moment before pulling a long, rectangular box from his pocket. "I guess what I am saying is, I love you." he finished. You looked at him with the most admiration, thankful that he feels the same way you do. "I love you too, Loki." You reply, and he gives you the most happy smile you have seen on him. He hands you the box, "I saw this and immediately thought of you." You take it from his hand, you own trembling, and you open it to see a dainty, gold necklace with a simple emerald hanging from the middle. "It's beautiful, Loki" you say with your eyes filling with ears at the sweet sentiment. "Let me put it on you, darling."

You flick through different streaming services, trying to find something to watch, trying to get your mind away from thinking about him. Your eyes drift to a nearby bookshelf, his books still there, untouched and probably very dusty. You try to swallow a lump that was building in your throat, but it was no use. The tears began to spill over your bottom eye lid and down your face, no end in sight. Many nights were like this, where it was so hard to not miss him and wish that he was next to you. the cool metal of the necklace he gave you so long ago is pressed against your skin and your hand comes to touch it, as you do many times throughout the day, but in times like this, it anchored you ever so slightly.

You both are on your couch in the apartment the two of you share, you head is in his lap as he reads silently to himself as you watch your favorite show. You have loved living with him. The quiet mornings where the sub would stream in through the window, the slow evenings where Loki would read to you while you relaxed after working all day, the list goes on and on. You sit up from his lap, and he almost looks sad when you move. "Why did you move, darling? Was my lap not comfortable anymore?" he questions and I giggle. "No, I was just going to make me some coffee." You say before beginning to get up, but he flicks his wrist and your favorite mug sits in his hand full with hot coffee. "Here, my dear, just how you like it." He smirks as he hands it to you, and one sip told you that he was right.

You manage to pull yourself off of the couch and trudge to your bedroom, wiping your eyes. You get to your closet, open it, and grab what was Loki's emerald green sweater. It still smelled of him despite the years since it last was on his body. You slip it on your body and hug yourself, trying to let the smell of his sweater feel like he was really there with you. You let out long breaths, trying to steady yourself despite your heartache. It had been 3 years, and you still cannot function without him here.

You stood in the kitchen next to the island sipping on a cup of coffee that Loki had made you not to long ago. Your pajama pants sit loosely on your hips, not neat from a night of sleep. Loki walks into the kitchen with a grim look on his face, something clearly bothering him. "What's wrong?" is all you ask before you hear what would be the words that would shift everything in your life, whether or not you knew it at the time or not. "I have to go on a mission, and I do not know when I will be back."

You had assumed that it would be with the team but you were mistaken. This mission was a solo mission for him that ended in broken comms and no way to reach him. You did not know what happened to him, and you spent months trying to figure it out before Tony pulled you out of the case, not wanting you to be dwelling on something that they would not control. You sobbed into his chest that night, heartbroken and not knowing what to do next. There had been attempts form the team to try and get you to date after that, but they just were not Loki. They were not as attentive, loving, or doting as he was, and you finally decided that you were done with trying to date.

You trudge back into the living room, sniffing as you walk, and sit back down on the couch, resuming your scrolling on the TV before there was a knock on the door. You take a look at the clock on the wall, 9:37 pm. Who would be visiting you at this hour? You hoped that it would not be Thor again. He somehow visits at the worst time and, as much as you appreciate it, he can be a bit overbearing with his company. You force yourself back off of the couch, and make your way to the door. You wipe your eyes with the sleeves of Loki's sweater before opening the door. The person there was the last person you expected to be there. You freeze as your eyes meet with the eyes that you fell for years ago. Loki.

He stands there looking as exhausted as ever. His eyes have dark circles, hair disheveled, and yet here he is. "Are you real?" you manage to say, voice cracking. He simply steps in and touches your face gently. "I've waited for so long to hear your voice again, darling" he says and that causes the tears to flow all over again. The last three years being alone and him stepping through the door like he never left was too much. Your hands tremble as you reach out to touch his face with your hands, terrified that he will vanish again or that he was a dream. Instead, you felt his surprisingly soft skin under your hands. He was here, not a dream, nor and illusion. Loki was standing in front of you, after all of this time. "You're actually here.." you voice trembles before he pulls you to him and holds you tightly, using his foot to close the door behind him. You cry into his chest and he strokes your head, his fingers running through your hair. After a moment, he pulls away and uses both of his hands to cup your face.

"I'm so sorry, my dear." His voice was quiet, as if he knew just how much you had been struggling without him beside you. "Where were you?" you manage to say through your sniffs. His eyebrows raise, as if he was trying to think of a way to explain it to you. "I'm not entirely sure," he admitted quietly. "But every day, I searched for a way back to you. I could feel your grief, and I fought with everything I had to return. I never stopped looking for you." he admits. "I did." You admit, and Loki's face drops before you continue, "I only did because everyone told me you were gone, but I waited for you." You finish and that is when Loki looks into the living room, nothing had changed since he disappeared. His books, the couch, everything was the same.

"I couldn't let you disappear." You admit before he turns back to face you again. This time he noticed the sweater on your body, it was his. He also saw the gold glint of your necklace. In that moment, he realized nothing had changed. It was as though he had only stepped out for a few hours instead of disappearing for three years. "You kept everything..." he pauses, voice super quiet. "I could not just pack you into boxes. If I did, it would have felt as though I was truly saying goodbye, and I could not do that." Loki's throat tightened at the admission, trying his best to keep himself together. "Darling..."

"Everyone told me I had to move on." You shook your head at the thought. "But any time that I tried, it felt incredibly wrong. It was as though I would be letting go too soon, so I waited." This time, both of your eyes filled with tears, yours at remembering everything, and his was at your admission of what was happening while he was gone. "You believed I would return this entire time?" Loki asks, looking down at you.

"Every day," you answered honestly, "even on the days where I couldn't keep looking for you."

Whatever restraint Loki had been clinging to finally broke. He gathered you against him once more, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other rested gently at your waist. He searched your face for the briefest moment, as though silently asking for permission, before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours.

Three years of longing, grief, hope, and love melted into a single kiss.

You kissed him back without hesitation, your fingers curling into the fabric of leather armor just to reassure yourself that he was real.

When the two of you finally pulled apart, your foreheads rested together, neither of you willing to stray more than an inch from the other.

The apartment no longer felt so empty.

For the first time in three years, it felt like home.

Your eyes gloss over with tears, your vision becoming blurry from the newly forming tears. You knew that the whole argument that you just had with him was stupid. You should have been paying close enough attention to your body, listening to the warnings it was trying to give you, but the sheer workload that you have has to deal with from your job has been taking your mind around many twists and turns. A few tears fall down you face as you turn back onto you back. You are quick to wipe them away, just incase someone were to come into the makeshift room with walls of curtains.

Chase wasn't any better in the conference room he was in. He was not crying by any means, but he does feel bad about the fact that he did snap at you just because you being in the ER scared him. A shoulder pat breaks him out of a stale stare that he was having. He shrugs the hand off of his shoulder and turns to see who was trying to comfort him (in a way) and he sees House's face. "I'm not sure that is up you ass, but you need to pull it out and join us in this debrief." House states and Foreman jumps in with "Give him some slack House, there are some things happening in his personal life." Chase lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding, thankful that Foreman did not go into grave detail about you and your condition. House just simply nods and continues to list symptoms for their current patient. Chase throws out a few ideas, along with the others of course, and once they were released to do what House wanted them to do, Chase slips back down to the ER to check on you once again.

The moment he steps out of the room you feel just how warm your face is. It has been awhile since someone has looked at you the way that this doctor has, and while you know in the back of your mind that it was not appropriate for him to be checking you out, you do like it. You slip off your shirt and bra, set them behind you, then pull the gown onto your body.

Just as you slip on the gown, Dr. House walks back into the exam room. "Now, I need you to lay on your back." he says as he hobbles over to the exam table. You do just as he says and as you do you feel you arm brush against his bare hand, goosebumps following his touch. His hands slip under the gown, brushing against your stomach first before he examines your left breast. The slight pressure elicits a small whimper from you, the hyper-sensitivity that you have been experiencing becoming apparent. House's eyebrow lifts from the whimper you let out and he smirks yet again. "It seems like you are enjoying this a bit too much." he says smugly then moves you your other breast. He squeezes and presses on it and you have to bite your lip to contain your moan that wants to escape your throat.

His hands are surprisingly warm and slightly rough against the soft, plush skin of your breasts. You have to keep in mind that this supposed to be an exam for your health, not him groping you. You feel his hands work to your nipples and they slightly pinch the area around them, but for you it felt like he was practically pinching them. this causes yet another whimper from you. You can see his smirk grow larger. You feel your face flush and the warmth of his hands pull out of your gown.

"I did not feel any lumps in your breasts, and from your lab work, it appears that your hormones are elevated, meaning you most likely have ovulated or are about to begin your period." He explains while he is writing something down within the folder that he had earlier. You sit up as he closes the folder, pulls out a prescription pad, then writes something down. "You are good to go, but I do recommend doing what I have written on his paper. Doctor's orders after all." He explains, gives you the top sheet from the prescription pad, then walks out of the exam room.

After another long day at the hospital, you had gotten home and were already curled in bed with a novel you had been reading. Tonight was one of those nights where you and House decided that you needed some alone time, as the two of you had been hooking up the past few nights. This meant that you were not going to see him for another month outside of work. That is usually how it went, and it honestly sucked. He made it so easy to like him, despite what others may think. You have grown to love the sound of him playing piano when he thinks that you are asleep in his bed, the snores that come from him when you wake up earlier in the morning to sneak out of the apartment before Wilson could pick him up before work, and so much more when it came to Gregory House. Soft knocking can be heard from the front door of your apartment. You looked over at the clock on your bedside table and it read the time 12:34 am.

You hesitantly get out of bed and pull on a silk robe over the pajama shirt and pants that you currently adorned. You trudge your way to the door when there is another set of knocks. Without really thinking about it, you open the door and see House standing at your door with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. "Greg, what are you doing here so late?" You question then glance down at the flowers that are currently in his hand. "And how did you manage to get flowers at this hour?” You mention and he simple pushes past you with ease. You turn back to look at him, closing the door. He walks into your living room like he lives there. You follow him into your living room with a perplexed look on your face. He was unusually quiet, and he seemed to be stumped by something in his mind. That’s usually the only time that he becomes quiet. here lately he had been avoiding you at work, more focused on bothering the other doctors on his team and Wilson, and giving you crazy tasks that will take you hours to complete. He finally makes eye contact with you after placing the flowers on the coffee table and clearing his throat.

“I usually wouldn’t do something like this, but I can’t pretend that I do not care anymore. I could keep distancing myself like I always have and keep making fun of you, but the truth is I notice too much. I notice you the moment you walk into the room, as soon as you leave, how long you’ve been gone. I’ve spent years convincing myself I need no one, and I almost believed it.” He pauses for a moment and you step closer to him. You say nothing, and honestly you are dumbfounded by how vulnerable he was being right now. “Look, I am not good with this whole emotional, touchy-freely crap, but I feel different when I am around you. I think about you way too often, and I hate how much I need to have you around.” He pauses again when he realizes just how close you’ve gotten as he was speaking. Your heart is fluttering in your chest at his words, and you hope that you are not dreaming right now. Instead of letting him continue to blab when he takes a breath, you press your lips to his in a soft kiss. For a moment, but only a moment, he stands there in shock, but he eventually melts into the kiss. Before things get a bit too heated, you pull away. “You know you could have told me about your feelings sooner.” You say with a smirk, and he rolls his eyes dramatically as always. “That’s easy for you to say. I don’t see you putting everything out there like I just did.” He admits.

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You were about to walk out at the end of your shift, but one of your coworkers stops you. “Someone left you this, guess they know you pretty well.” The nurse hands you a warm cup. You smile to yourself and take a small sip. The flavor of your favorite hot drink hits your tastebuds, and you smile to yourself. "I think you are right. Anyway, I'm heading home for much needed rest." You reply and take another sip before gathering your things before going to the elevator. You begin to feel kind of dizzy, but brush it off as you just being tired after working over 12 hours straight. You walk straight out of the hospital and get to your car. Before you could even get in your whole world fades into nothingness as you fall to the ground.

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"I don't know what you are talking about. Y/N and I are simply friends, best friends even." Chase claims. "Whatever you say, Chase. But you're calling them by their first name, and not to mention that you care for them more than you did for Cameron when the two of you had the fling you had, makes it totally obvious to everyone around the two of you that you like them. I am surprised House has not said anything at this point." Foreman explains, and Chase knows that he is right. Chase has never cared for anyone like he cared for you. when he noticed that you were having on off day, he always would buy your favorite drink to help you feel better. He would spend time with you, both inside and outside of work. Whenever he got the chance he would pair up with you during cases, either sitting in with you while doing MRIs, or even just sitting in the lab running tests, just like Foreman and him were doing now. House allowed you to stay and monitor the patient, but he assigned Foreman and Chase to run the endless stream of labs. It made sense that you stay to monitor him, given your history in peds, but he wished that he was with you. You made him smile, no matter what you did. You made him feel warm inside, more than Cameron did when he was with her. He knew that he wanted to tell you how he was feeling, but he was not sure how.

"How would you suggest I go about telling them how I feel?" Chase asks Foreman. Foreman pulls away from his microscope, looking at Chase baffled. Chase keeps a straight face, letting Foreman know that he is serious. "Oh you're serious." Foreman states. "Um, yeah, I would like to think so." Chase adds. "Look, just plan something nice for them, or you can straight up just tell them." Foreman says to Chase, being blunt but also trying to give him some advice. Chase nods, thinking about what he could do. "Thanks Foreman." He says then goes back to running tests.

Over the next few days, the case ended and the patient ended up having a case of sarcoidosis, and they received treatment. You stand in front of the mirror in your apartment. Your shirt hanging loose on your shoulders, and the waist band of your sweats fitting loosely on your hips. You stand there wondering if you look okay, as Chase had invited you to his apartment for a movie night. This wasn't an uncommon occurrence, but you still felt a tad self-conscious. What if you were dressed too comfortably? Should you change into something that fits, rather than something that is a few sizes too big? The thoughts are in your head are interrupted by a knock at the door of your apartment. You look over your shoulder at the clock on your night stand and it read 7:30 pm. He was right on time as always. You look at yourself one last time in the mirror, fluff your hair to make it sit how you would like it to, turn the nearby light off and head to the door. you open it to see Chase standing there. When he sees your face, his lights up with a smile, causing your own smile to form on your face.

“You ready?” Chase simply asks, hair falling in his face when he tilts his head slightly. You simply nod and he moves to the side so you can leave your apartment. You step out and lock the door behind you after you close it. Chase walks you to his car, and he opens the door for you, you climb inside and get closes the door behind you. He walks over to the other side, climbs in the car himself, starts it, and then begins the drive to his place.

You arrived at Chase’s apartment and he walks through the door for you, so he is able to hold the door as you walk in. You slip your shoes off and walk into the living room. Your jaw drops when you see the sight in front of you. There is a large bowl filled with popcorn in the center of the coffee table in front of the large couch. There are also two glasses of wine, two more with water, and there are some of your favorite snacks on a platter. You walk further into the room and look around you in awe. There were fairy lights hung on the walls to make the lighting dimmer, and there were tons of pillows and blankets on the couch. You turn around and face Chase, and see him standing there with a bouquet of flowers. Chase was standing there sheepishly, looking extremely nervous, but happy all at the same time. He steps closer to you and holds out the flowers for you to take, which you do. "Y/N, I have wanted to tell you how I feel about you for a long time but could not find the way to do it.” Chase says then pauses for a moment. You’re so dumbfounded, and honestly can’t believe what you’re hearing. Robert Chase, the one who would tell you how he felt about Cameron, was now admitting that he loves you. “I put all of this together to show you just how I feel.” He comes over to you and takes your free hand in his. “I love you, Y/N. I have for a while now.” Chase finally finishes. You quickly press your lips to his, in a quick but gentle kiss, in which he reciprocates. You pull away with a smile. “I love you too, Robert.” You say and simply smile. “Now, how about we continue our plans for movie night?” You say with a smile.