The Country Club

Carrie

Your grip on your glass tightened as you bit the inside of your cheek before slowly turning to face Loki as everyone fell silent. There he was, sexy as ever with a leg opener of an outfit on. Your gaze was so fixed on him that you almost didn't see the gorgeous Darcy hanging off his arm.

"She's not incompetent, she's trying really hard." Darcy scolded.

"I'll take your word for it darling." He replied.

Darling

Seething, you gasped as the glass in your hand shattered from your rage.

"Fuck. Sorry." You murmured as shards of glass began burying themselves in your hand. Lokis eyes fell on you as you quickly stood up, holding your bloodied hand in the other as you made your way towards a toilet, careful to not brush against Loki as you escaped. Realising you weren't familiar with the lay out of the place, you went towards the reception to ask where the toilets were but alas, the very competent receptionist was away from her desk. You quickly wiped your tear stained cheeks, accidentally getting blood on your face.

"Y/n." You heard Loki before you practically sprinted away from him. Finding the toilets, you went inside of them before running your hand underneath the tap. You allowed your tears to spill freely as you wept, looking at yourself in the mirror only to be greeted by a modern day version of Carrie.

"Loki?" You sniffled, standing up from your bed and making your way through your empty flat. He didn't leave many things at your place but whatever he had left was gone with him. You picked up your phone and called him but it was as if the number wasn't recognised. You messaged him on all the social media platforms you had but he didn't answer. You sat on the floor, back against the wall of your bedroom that doubled up as a bed last night as you cried. You called Thor but he hadn't heard from Loki. You almost fell asleep on the floor from your agonising crying.

"Are you alright?" Loki asked, stepping into the toilets.

"Out!" You shouted "this is the ladies."

"You're bleeding." He said, pointing to your hand "I have a bandage."

"I don't want your fucking bandage. Get out!" You scoffed, trying to wash the blood off of your face with a piece of tissue you had dampened with the water.

"Loki, what's going on? Are you safe? What's happened? Call me back as soon as you get this." You spoke hurriedly to Lokis voicemail after not having heard from him in days. In that time, it was rare for you to not be crying into your pillow. Loki never did this, went missing with not so much as a word to you or Thor.

"Y/n stop." Loki insisted, taking your injured hand in his before he began picking shards of glass out of it. You didn't even register the pain, too transfixed by the sight of him. He looked the same, of course he did apart from his hair that had grown slightly longer. You watched his brows furrow in concentration as he focused on removing the shards of glass embedded into your hand. As always he was gentle.

It had been two months since you had seen or spoken to Loki. The days were fine, quiet but fine nonetheless, it was the nights that shrouded you in loneliness. You found solace in crying before bed, it was almost therapeutic, recalling the times you had both spend together in the bed before he abandoned you. The promises he made before he left without a trace. It became a routine, cry, sleep, live, die, cry, sleep. What hurt even more was the fact that Thor had told you that Loki had contacted him. At least he was safe, he just didn't want to see you. Why?

A sob escaped you as you continued to look at Loki. His gaze snapped up to meet yours.

"It's just a bit of glass, you'll live." He smiled.

"Why?" You sniffled "why did you go?"

"Y/n I—I" he began before you grabbed the bandage from his hand and pushed past him again, quickly making your way towards an elevator in the hopes that you'd have to escape him as he chased you but he didn't. It made you even sadder.

You took the key card out of your pocket, reading the door number on it before you made your way towards your room hoping you could spend the rest of the night in there and then make your way home tomorrow once you were sober. To your surprise, Bucky was waiting outside, head on the door as he fought to stand up straight.

"I'm drunk but if you give me that bandage I will do my best to patch you up." He offered, slightly slurring his words as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders "sorry y/n."

"You haven't done anything." You assured, opening the door.

"Well I'm apologising for that dick."

"Thanks Bucky." You said with a small chuckle.