Loki imagines

I've got you- part 1 -edited

A/n I just wanted to thank all of you for reading this story, I wouldn't have thought that I'll get so many reads.
Unfortunately I have really much work at school, so I won't be able to update regularly.

By the way, I had to write this on my phone, so there may be some typos in it.

I sighed as I slammed the door shut, leaning my head against the wall, closing my eyes.

I just had a particularly bad day at work and now I just wanted to hug Loki and let them make everything better.
"Lokes?" I called out.
"Yes Y/n?" I heard them call out from the living room.
"I just wanted to know where you are....Oh and I almost forgot, what pronouns do you want me to use?"
"They/them for now. Thanks for asking!" Loki called back. I knew they appreciated it when people asked for their pronouns.

I entered the living room, seeing Loki sitting on our couch, their normally slicked back hair now hanging into their features. It looked like they had dragged their hand through it many times, which is something they only does when they're extremely nervous.

"Lokes? What's going on?"
"Y/n... I- uh.... We need to talk..."
I furrowed my brows in confusion since they sounded really serious. Had they killed someone again? Was it an accident? Did I need to cover up a murder? Maybe find a hide out for the god? I shook my head slightly.
Don't panic. They haven't confirmed it yet. When they do, I can panic.

"A-alright?" I sat down next to them, looking at Loki expectantly.

They exhaled heavily "Y/n... I-i want to end our relationship. It's- It's really not your fault, but I just- I don't feel the same way towards you anymore."
I stared at Loki in shock, still processing their words. I felt... Numb. As if this was just some kind of joke, or a bad dream, but it wasn't. This nightmare was real.

"W-what?"
"I'm sorry Y/n. I really am."
My eyes filled with tears, but refused to let them fall. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. I repeated that phrase over and over, until I was sure I wouldn't cry.

I mean, how pathetic would that be? They lost feelings and I believed I would have to cover up a murder for them. The worst part? I would have done it. I would have helped them escape, to hide. And I still would.

"Fine. As you wish. Now can- can you please leave? I want to be alone right now."
They nodded with a completely emotionless expression and stood up, leaving me alone on the couch. When I heard the door of our shared apartment (well actually my apartment, but Loki moved in a few months before) fall close, I finally started to cry. At first only a single sob escaped my mouth, but soon I was a wreck.

Hiccups and sobs mixing until I couldn't tell them apart.

I was sure I had done something wrong. Or maybe they just realised I wasn't good enough for them and left me for an asgardian. I mean I'd understand it. Why put up with a stupid mortal if you can have an immortal goddess/god?

That evening I cried more than I thought it was possible. Normal the maximum time I could cry for, was half an hour, but Loki had destroyed something deep inside me.

-Time skip named Bob-

It has been a week since Loki left me and of course I haven't nearly gotten over them. Since I knew my boss well and because she liked me, I could convince her to give me the night shifts, so that nobody could see the bags or the dark circles under my eyes.

I sighed loudly, closing the door of my workplace. It had been a long evening, so I was just happy to finally get home.

Rubbing my eyes tiredly, I started walking through the dark streets of New York. It was weird to be able to touch my eyes, since I normally wore eyeliner, but for the past week I hadn't bothered to put on make up.