You quickly made your way to the closet, grabbing your suitcase and lugged it out. You sigh, opening the door and smiling at the shock on Tom’s face.
“And here I thought you were running away from me.” Tom smiled, reaching in and grabbing your luggage. “My word this is heavy.”
“Yeah… sorry about that, it was a long trip here.” You smile sheepishly, closing the door quietly behind you and twitched slightly as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a tight hug. “T-Tom?”
“I thought I’d have to break the door down to come get you.” He smiled, picking you up and depositing you in the chair.
“Well I did agree to what you said…” you shrug, sighing slightly as he wheels you back to his room and hopped out of the wheelchair the moment the door was open.
“(Y/n) come back here, I don’t want you on that foot.” He called as he set your suitcase on the bed, walking over to you as you checked out the bathroom and smiled as you turned to him.
“Would you… mind if I get a shower? Hair gel kind of sucks…” you giggle nervously, keeping as much weight off your injured leg as you could.
“Of course not, Love, my room is your room.” He held his hand out to you. “Let me help you to your bag.”
“Tom you don’t have to worry about me so much.” You sigh, crossing your arms and glaring at him slightly.
“Oh but I do. In fact until this convention is over I am not letting you out of my sight.” He stepped up to you, towering over you.
“Why? And if you say it’s because of my ankle I’m going to be pissed off.” You lean back on a foot, faltering slightly.
“It’s not just that… the Loki from before… the threatened to hurt you after you passed out…” he sighed, staring at the ground with sadness in his eyes.
“They thre-? With what? Attacking me? I can handle myself pretty well.” You run a hand through your hair, not realizing the gel caused your bangs to stick straight up.
“Physical violence yes… I just wish to protect you…” he sighed, glancing up at you and chuckling softly. “Oh my, your hair needs help, Love.” He smiled, gently combing your hair back into place.
“I told you it was a mess…” you laugh softly.
“Well now, let’s get you something to wear that isn’t my costume.” He smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist and helped keep you steady as your foot throbbed. “Perhaps you should get a bath instead…” he lifted you gently off your feet, walking backwards to the bed and sat down with you in his lap.
“T-that would take too long… plus I can’t wash my hair that way.” You shake your head, blushing and staring to the side.
“I could help out…” he smirked sadistically, pulling you closer.
“Eep?!” you gasp, trying to push him away.
“You are so interesting….” He let you back away slightly, keeping a hold around your waist and smiled softly. “I am glad to have met you; I just wish it had been under better circumstances…”
“What, you mean like no crazed Loki out to destroy me?” you sit back, getting comfortable straddling his lap and crossed your arms.
“For a start… I’d have also wished to have met you when you weren’t injured or dressed as Loki.”
“Speaking of which I am highly uncomfortable right now so I would really like to go get that shower now and changed.” You shift around uncomfortably, your chest had been bound a little too long for your liking.
“I still think it would be better if you took a bath…” he whined as you glanced at the clock.
“It’s midnight, Tom. I just want to get a shower and go to sleep.”
“Fine… you can stay in this room; I will take the guest bed…”
“No, Tom. I’ll take the guest bed since I am the guest.” You shake your head, grabbing a tank top and shorts and went to the bathroom, shutting and locking the door.