Loki Laufeyson Imagines

It's Gonna Be Okay

Pairing - Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Warnings - TW abuse, scars from knife cuts (not by reader)

Summary - after a while, the Avengers - mostly Loki - notice something is off with you

This request comes from areyoureddie12348765

Request *spoilers* - Y/n could be verbally abused by her father and when her parents get divorced she could be forced to live with her dad cause her mom has a super small record of one crime. Her dad abuses her everyday and everytime she comes into set or to avengers tower her bf notices this and has to figure out a way to get her away and ends up getting her out (This could be a loki or Tom hiddleston imagine) 

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You suck in a deep breath, clicking away on the computer.  You mumble instructions to yourself as you piece together the new plans for the weapon.

You were Tony's weapon designer.  Whenever there was an overload on weapons - Cap needed an update on his shield, Bucky needed a new arm - and you'd design them.  It was really fun.  You had your own office, and it was pretty great.  It was all glass so you could see into the hallway on three walls, and then the fourth wall you could see outside, looking down on New York.  With a simple press of a button the windows tinted and no one could see into your office  There were more high tech tables scattered around, and computers. Some left overs from earlier.

Your eyes dart up to the clock ticking on the wall as you wait... and wait... and wait... and -

Your phone rings, and you jump up, pulling down on your longs sleeves, and answering the phone.

"Mom?" You exclaim, heart pounding against your chest, as you chew on your lip.  

"Hey... so um... the divorce went through!  We're divorced!" She says.  Your smile widens, but only problem is you don't hear the happiness reach your mom's voice too.  You blink a few times.

"W... what's wrong?" You stutter, sinking down into your chair.  You chew on the edge of your long sleeves, anticipating her next words.

"They're... they're debating on the custody... " your mom's voice trails off and your heart catches in your throat.  You blink a few times, trying to process her words, and shake your head.

"What?  That's impossible, what do you mean?" You say with a laugh.  You do a little anxious spin in the chair, waiting for your mom to respond.

"Just because of the... when I hit your da - sorry Chad - a few years ago.  They're holding it against me, even though I was told I wasn't guilty!!" She shouts on the other end of the phone.

"What does that mean for me?"

"If... if I don't win this case... you have to live with Chad."  The words slap you right across your face and your eyes go wide.  Insecurities and thoughts, and 'what ifs' and new scary scenarios swim through your head, clouding your thoughts.

"O-okay.  B-but... you're gonna win this case?  R-right?" You stutter, feeling your eyes prick with tears.  You couldn't live with him.  T-that... you just couldn't.

"I-I... I gotta go honey.  Why don't you see if you can stay with Loki tonight yeah?" She suggests, trying to brighten her voice.  You blink a few times.  That wouldn't be so bad.