The office (sfw version)
summary: Loki is clingy when it comes to Bucky, but gets anxiety when they need Bucky while Bucky is busy. He ventured down to the office but gets anxiety and starts cleaning as a trauma response. Bucky’s just being a supportive boyfriend gets the others to clean their offices and just holds Loki while he finishes his work.
CW: mentions of abuse, trauma responses talked about, anxiety talked about. maybe hurt/comfort, angst with a fluff ending.
WC: 1055
Loki’s Pov:
I really don’t know why I was feeling clingy right now, stupid high anxiety. I always get clingy when I’m anxious. Bucky is probably still working too, he wouldn't mind a visit. But he’s so busy.
But I really wanted him. After all the reassurance he gives me and I’m still unsure on whether to go to him when I need him. Bucky understood why I was nervous to disturb him when I needed him.
He understood the trauma my ex had given me when I did the same thing. Bucky never shouted at me like my ex did, he never hit me for it either. But I was still getting used to Bucky not doing that to me, I was still learning that I didn't have to worry when I was going to see Bucky for cuddles or just needing to be near him when I was feeling this way. Or when I was just feeling anxious.
I finally convinced myself to go to him. I was fiddling with my sleeve nervously the whole walk to the elevator. I chewed on my cheek, and fiddled with my fingers in the elevator. I kept telling myself that I would be fine, that he wont be mad that I went to him. I knew he wouldn’t, but my anxiety kept telling me he would be.
I would be fine when I got there, outside his office. I would be fine when I saw his incredibly cheeky smile, god’s his smile was beautiful. It’s a smile I would never get bored of that's for sure. But even with the thoughts of that incredible smile, my anxiety managed to worm its way in my head. I got down to the floor of the offices that were reserved for the team. There weren’t many of us down here today. It was just Sam, Wanda, Steve, Nat and Bucky. The rest were elsewhere.
I walked down the corridor, giving my colleagues a curt nod as I walked. They all smiled at me as I passed by. I got to Bucky’s door, the walls were glass so he could see me. He was very focused on his laptop though, he hadn’t noticed my arrival.
My anxiety kept telling me he was too busy for me, he didn’t want me right now. I stood there for a while before the thoughts won, making me go to my own office. It was opposite Bucky’s, so he could look up and see me.
I just pretended to work, pretended to be busy in my office. I could see Bucky at least. That should settle my anxiety, right? Wrong. I couldn’t sit still in my chair, my leg bouncing up and down while I pretended to read paperwork.
Then I got up and began cleaning my office, it didn't need cleaning. The cleaners already cleaned my office. After wiping everything down, I decided to rearrange my already perfect decor. Then I didn't like it, so I rearranged again. I did the same thing fifteen times before putting it back to its original layout.
I then moved to rearranging my book order, I only did this three times until I saw Steve's office was a mess. It was next door to mine, he was still working in it but I couldn’t help myself. I always cleaned when I was anxious, it helped keep my anxiety at bay. I walked out of my office door and straight into Steves.
“Oh hi Loki, how are you today?” His question was mixed with confusion, as I started frantically cleaning up all the mess. I needed everything to be in a good place, it needed to look right. “Erm, is everything okay?” I still didn’t speak or even explain what I was doing. I just carried on cleaning. It must have caused Bucky to look up from his work and come over to Steve's office as well.
“Hey sweetheart, come here Steve trying to work.” He wrapped his arms around me, his voice was soft and soothing. But my anxiety was still telling me to clean, I always had to clean when my ex was busy. My anxiety just kept telling me to clean. I struggled in Buckys tight grip, he always applied pressure to help soothe my anxiety. It just wasn’t working right now.
He quickly realised this too and let me go. I went right back to cleaning and organising. The others had noticed too and watched me subtly, they thought I wouldn’t notice but I did. I noticed Bucky’s action too, he motioned for them to make sure their mess was clean so I didn’t go into their offices.
“He cleans when he's anxious. He needs me but because I’m busy he feels like he needs to clean. We’re working on stopping it, it just takes time.I can’t stop him once he has started..” Bucky explained to Steve.
“I’ll just get the stuff I need back out when he finishes.” Steve just stayed out my way as I worked. It took me 20 mins to clean and reorganise. I stood back to look at my work, I didn;t like it. It all looked wrong, oh god’s now Steve would be mad. His office looks all wrong because of me. “You did a good job, it looks really good baby. Doesn't it Steve?” Bucky dropped a hint.
“Yeah, my office has never looked better. I can’t remember the last time it was this clean.” Steve complimented and gave me a genuine smile. “I’ll make sure to keep it this clean from now on too.” I nodded and turned to my boyfriend. He was smiling sweetly at me, he kissed me on the forehead.
“C’mere you can sit on my lap while I finish off my work.” His fingers interlocked with mine and he guided me back to his office. He sat down first then patted his leg for me to sit and I did. Just perching myself on his knee.
“I said sit on my lap not my knee sweet.” He chuckled pulling me against him, I smiled back and got comfy on his lap. Just watching him type with one hand as he wrapped the other around my waist. He really was a great boyfriend and I wouldn't change him for the world.














