Loki Laufeyson Fanfiction (Marvel)

Chapter 3

"This is Steve Rogers, or as you know,"

"Captain America, I'm familiar." Steve sends you a warm smile as he shakes your hand and you blush.

"You're even more handsome in person."

You aren't sure what possessed you to say that out loud. Sam laughs and Steve just nods, cheeks slightly flushed.

"Thank you."

Tony clears his throat and you look over at Loki who's sitting on the couch.

"You've met horns already."

"That isn't my name." He grumbles. You don't acknowledge him, and it sort of ticks him off.

"Do you really intend to avoid me forever? You're acting like a scared little child."

His words piss you off, but you aren't going to reply. You're still getting a handle on whatever it is going on, and he's the root of your problems right now. Your silence just irritates him more.

"Answer me!"

You flinch, and Thor puts a hand on Loki's shoulder. "Relax brother, she's adjusting. I'm certain Lady Godfrey doesn't intend to offend you."

"I do." Tony and the others are a little shocked at the declaration.

"You turned me into this. I was happy before this happened. I had friends, a life. A good one too. You took that all away. I'm afraid to even leave my apartment most days because I'm afraid someone might accidentally bump into me and I'll blow them up. I'm scared all the time!! I can't ever have a normal life again. It's isn't fair! IT'S NOT FAIR!!!"

The blue that overtakes your eyes makes them all shift into fight mode. Thor grips his hammer, and the gem implanted in the necklace around your neck cracks, disintegrating to dust.

"That's not good." Tony states.

"I don't want to hurt anyone." Your voice has deepened, it doesn't even sound like you anymore. Tears are running down your cheeks, and even though they can no longer really see your eyes, the pain on your face is enough.

"I want to die."

Those words lay heavy on his heart. Loki feels it, your anguish, it crushes him. He's sympathetic. Truly. What you lost, that sense of security, he can never return it.

The sapphire light fades, and you gasp. Your gaze regains focus.

"What..why are you all.." You lift a hand, touching your face.

"Why am I crying?"

No one knows what to say, and you hate it. The way they look at you.

Like you're broken, damaged.

At this very moment, that's how you feel.