Green And Gold - A Loki X Reader Book Of Imagines And More

I'll Take Care of You (Uncle Loki x Reader)

Author's Note - Please read:

To spread the Loki love, I encourage you to go read Wrong Number Pete by @Marie-Lynn522 if you haven't already. The author has joined the Navy and will not be able to update for some time, but I refuse to give up on supporting her story and spreading the Loki love her way. 

Thank you! 

GeekGirl366

Y/N's POV 

I couldn't even move, let alone get out of bed. Depression is wonderful like that. 

I need to graduate. I need to get something done. Lots and lots of somethings. 

But how? Now that was the question. I have spent my time over the past week crying nearly every day, eating whatever edible crap I can find in this house, and neglecting every aspect of my health. When was the last time I brushed my teeth? How many days ago was that hot shower? How much water did I drink in the past few days? ...I have no idea. 

It wasn't just my physical health, it was my mental health too. Between the pain and numbness, I felt everything and nothing all at once. 

I didn't understand. I was perfectly fine last week. Fine is such a vague and secretive word. But I was. I was just fine. 

A police siren is heard in the distance, but I barely register it. I've been lying in the dark. Sleep is my safe haven and these blankets are the angels. 

I drift off slowly into my weary, numb-like state. 

I need to graduate. I need to get something done. Lots and lots of somethings. 

*** 

Loki had returned from Asgard. My phone vibrated next to my pillow, but I didn't move. How could I? What was the point of anything? It doesn't matter. Nothing matters. 

I heard footsteps on the stairs. Soon enough, a gentle creak from my bedroom door broke the silence. 

"Oh, Darling." 

Tears pricked my eyes yet again. I choked back a sob, but we both knew it was pointless. 

"Darling, what happened?" 

I shifted just enough to face him, nothing more. "Loki," I mumble. 

"You had another episode, didn't you?" 

It wasn't a question. He was stating the obvious. 

He drew closer to me, his outstretched hand grazing my pale face. As soon as he touched me, I burst into tears, clutching his hand for dear life. 

He shushed me quietly, sitting beside my sobbing figure. Loki pulled me to his chest, holding me close as I broke impossibly further. "It will be alright, love. It will be okay." 

I nearly wailed louder at his words. One of the worst things about depression is it turns truth into weaponry and deceit into a comfortable poison. 

"When did you last eat?" He asked me quietly. 

"I... I had some skittles for breakfast this morning," I replied. 

Loki tutted. "Now Darling, you know candy isn't a meal." He began to rub my back in soothing circles. "Let's get you some real food, hmm?" 

I managed a nod. He picked me up - my seventeen-year-old heavy body - and carried me downstairs to a chair in the dining room. 

Loki conjured a glass of water, setting it on the placemat before me. "Drink," he commanded, strolling into the kitchen to make me something to eat.