Cora adjusted the strap of her bag as she walked towards her new quarters. The grandeur of the Avengers' compound was overwhelming, yet the warmth of the setting sun seemed to whisper promises of belonging.

Cora paused, her heart aching at the sound. Curiosity and concern propelled her forward, and she gently pushed the door open. Inside, she found Loki, his shoulders trembling with silent cries, his skin a deep, mournful blue.

Cora moved quietly, her presence gentle yet reassuring. She sat beside Loki, saying nothing, but offering her companionship. He whispered, "Go away, C-Cora. I am a monster from Jotunheim." His voice was a fragile whisper, echoing his inner turmoil.

Cora lay beside him, her presence a balm to his wounded soul. "You're not a monster, Loki," she murmured softly. "You're just... misunderstood." Her words hung in the air, a fragile bridge between two lonely hearts.

As the days turned into weeks, Cora and Loki found solace in each other's company. Their bond grew stronger, forged in the silent understanding and shared moments. Loki began to trust, revealing the depth of his loneliness and the desire to belong.

Loki looked at Cora, a small, genuine smile playing on his lips. "Thank you, Cora," he said, his voice steady now, filled with gratitude. "For seeing me, for being here." Cora smiled back, her heart full, knowing that they had both found something precious in each other.