Avengers x Reader: One Shots & Imagines

I will kiss your scars - Loki Friggason x Gender Neutral!Reader

Summary: The reader has been having terrible past weeks, and Loki gets worried when he hasn't seen them for almost two days and is concerned about them. Bringing a plate of cookies and milk from Nino, he decides to comfort the reader and both end up confessing their feelings for one another. Just simple fluff.

Warnings: Self-harm! Depression, Suicidal thoughts, Mental breakdowns, Blood? (is that a trigger?) anyways, I just wanted to say that whoever is feeling low, please remember that hurting yourself will not help you in the long run. You're so strong for making it up to now and I'm so proud of you. I send you all my love if you're struggling and my inbox is always open if you need someone to talk to <3

word count: 1930 words

Dedicated to: amyhiddlestonn

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Loki stood at your door, mind racing at the sound of whimpers and snuffles, a tray of food in hand. What was going on with you? The god wondered what was happening to you behind the locked door.

He had seen you two days ago in the kitchen simply staring into the empty refrigerator with a dull expression, and then picking up a carton of milk, shaking it and putting it back. You weren't even eating and hadn't left your room since then which made his mind's clogs turn. Were you ok? He knew of this situation all too well perhaps, but it was best he didn't jump to conclusions.

He balanced the tray in one hand, making sure not to spill the milk all over the freshly prepared cookies Nino had given him, and knocked on the door daintily thrice. He had noticed the quietness that followed his knock and spoke immediately to show comfort, "Darling? It's me. I've brought you milk and cookies from Nino. May I come in?"

Your breath got caught in your throat as you looked up to face the door, catching sight of the sticky dark red liquid streaming down your hands and stuck to your legs. The razor was pushed under the cabinet as you wiped your tears and shouted back, "I-I'm fine, y-you can leave the food at the d-door."

The sound of your voice cracking made Loki's heart crack, and the image of you lying by yourself broken and in tears appeared before his eyes. Loki knocked a little harder this time, with urgency in his tone, "Please let me in? I just want to make sure you're ok."

You couldn't bear to have someone keep checking in on you, again and again, you didn't want to burden them. Loki deserved so much better than you, than your useless being. You weren't even a goddess or anything, you were just a stupid old mortal whose lifespan could never compare to a god. Over time, you'd grow old and he'd remain young as ever and surely the God of Mischief wouldn't want an old person as a partner.

"Loki, please, you don't have to be after me all the time, I'm sure you have better things to do," you spoke through the locked door. God, how pathetic you were, lying on the ground covered in your blood. Maybe dying and donating your organs would make you a bit more useful.

"Love," Loki gripped the doorknob, "please, open the door."

"I'm ok, Loki, " you lied, "It's ok."

"Pet," he fisted the door, using a lot of force to try and open the door, "open it, please."

"It's ok," you let the tears roll down again, your feet feeling numb and your body aching with pain. You couldn't even open the door if you wanted to, everything hurt too much, and yet, that pain wasn't enough. You sighed, "I'm just wasting your time. You can go do something better."