Loki Laufeyson Imagines

Beauty and the Monster Part 1

Pairing - Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Warnings - angst and TW abuse

This request comes from BookQueen747

Pretty much a Beauty and the Beast troupe!!

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You couldn't believe this.

"Let me go!" you scream, as the hand yanks at your hair, dragging you across the floor. The pain was ripping across your scalp, making your heart pound, and muscles strain as you tried to grab anything to stop him from dragging you across the floor.

He forces his arm forward and releases your hair making you fly forward, and tumble down the stairs. You smash into the wall, and cry out in pain. The pain explodes across your body, as you try to regain your breath.

"Get up!" he seethes, kicking you in the stomach. You feel like you're going to throw up, as you use the wall for support and get back to your feet. You stumble your way into the kitchen, following him.

"Dad... please... don't... do this," you sob, tears streaming down your cheeks. Your father growls at you, throwing his drink down, shattering glass on the floor. You jump back into the wall with a scream.

"You're going to go to the house, and if I don't get the call that you made it there I'll kill you!" he shouts, throwing a wad of paper at you. You catch it, as he throws your suitcase at you too.

"Dad.... please, please, just listen," you beg, as he moves towards you. You drop down to grab your bag, as he edges closer, your back hitting the door.

"Get the hell out of my house," he snarls. He was furious. A horrifying glint in his eye.

"D-Dad," you stutter again, but it does nothing. His hand comes down, lashing across your face, leaving your face stinging. You touch your hand to your cheek, and wince. You look up to him, swallowing hard, and sucking in a breath.

"You will never see me again. I hope you rot in hell. Know that no matter how much money you threw at me you wasted it and it was all in vain. I will never be your daughter. I never was," you seethe. Before he can react, you turn sharply, throwing open the door. You drag your suitcase out, slamming the door shut.

You suck in a deep breath, regaining your composure. The pain shoots through your body but you ignore it. You brush off the yellow sundress you wore. You open your suitcase, to pull out your jean jacket. You smile at it. You loved that jean jacket. You pull it over your shoulders, wincing at the pain in your shoulder.

You pull your suitcase behind you, throwing it into the back of your car, crying out at the pain that shot through your shoulder. Gods, you hoped you didn't dislocate it. You throw open your car door, jumping out, before speeding out of the driveway.

Oh yeah. Your father freakin' sold you. He burst into your bedroom, throwing your stuff at you, telling you that he sold you away to some really rich guy up town. He literally sold you away as a maid or something! You wouldn't have gone. But then he threw stuff at you, and told you that if you didn't go, well... he would kill you. And you knew he had a loaded gun in the house, and you knew that he was way stronger than you were. And since he kicked you out, and you had no money, you had nowhere to go.

You put the directions into the GPS. You groan. A two hour drive at 11 pm at night? Great, just great.

~two hours later~