🅁🄴🄼🄾🅁🅂🄴 𝐿𝑜𝑘𝑖 𝐿𝑎𝑓𝑒𝑦𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

Chapter 10

Loki's POV
**the same day**

     I was overly exited as the elevator doors opened, and I rushed out into the common area, where some of the other team members were. I slowed my pace and nodded to them respectfully, not wanting them to see my excitement.

     As soon as Y/n and I were out of sight, I hurried my pace. I stopped at a door that had a nameplate on it that said 'Loki Lafeyson'. I threw the door open to see a fully furnished room, with three more doors within it. The door closest to the wall with my door on it, had a blank nameplate on it.

"And this......is your room!" I opened the door to reveal another bedroom, but it didn't have as much furniture in it. It in fact, looked like the whole room was baby proofed, including the bathroom.

"Oh my......I love it!" She exclaimed as she walked into the room, and then I noticed that she still had her straight jacket on.

     I gently placed my hand on her lower back, and led her into the bathroom. I sat her down on the closed toilet seat, and searched for a first aid kit. I got her out of her straight jacket, and when I pulled her arms through, she winced.

     Under her straight jacket, were two arms that were very sloppily bandaged, blood seeping through each of them. I gently started to unroll them, and as soon as Y/n laid eyes on her wounds, she started to bawl.

     I didn't say a word, her thoughts being enough. I noticed that after that last electro therapy session, her mind was calm enough for me to see into it. Her thoughts displayed themselves to me like an opened book. She had done this to herself. I cringed inwardly as I doused a cotton ball with some alcohol.

"This is going to sting." I warned her, and waited for her to give me the 'ok'.

"It's alright. I deserve it." Her breathing was labored as she spoke.

"Y/n. No one deserves this."
I put the cotton ball to the side, and met her eyes.

"You're lying. I do deserve this, it's either this or the alternative." She stared down at her slashed arms.

"This talk isn't over." I spoke as I picked the cotton ball up and gently cleaned her wounds.

     I had taken a liking to Y/n, and I wasn't going to sit here and let her harm herself like this. No matter what she's done, she doesn't deserve this. Hell, look at me for example. I killed twice the amount of people that she did, with half of the effort. And I was still getting the opportunity to better myself, and now she had the chance as well.

     I was wrapping her arms up after I had let the peroxide dry, when she said my name quietly.

"Yes?" I spoke to her just as quietly.

"Does it ever go away?" Tears we're still running freely down her face.

"Does what go away, darling?" I didn't think about the pet name when I used it, it just seemed right to use at that moment.

"The guilt. The self-loathing. The pain." She was staring down at her arms.

I really didn't know what to say to her. I wasn't going to tell her that it goes away, because it doesn't. I'm still guilty about when I sent my own father into Odinsleep. I was so angry at the time, thinking that I had been living a lie, and I didn't once stop to think rationally.