Turning Sides || Loki x Reader au

Heartbreak

*Several weeks later*

I looked in the mirror, at the scar that Loki's dagger left behind.

I put on some clothes and I walked out to the kitchen, to get some food.

"Hello Lady y/n, how are you feeling?" Thor asked, shoving pop tarts into his mouth.

I looked at Thor, smiling weakly.

"I could be better." Tears pricked at my eyes and I sniffled.

Thor nodded.

Thor gave me a hug and I broke down in his arms, sobbing quietly as I hugged him back tightly.

I let go of him, going back to my room to cry alone.

*Thor's pov*

*An hour later*

"Loki?" I asked as I walked into his room, holding a plate of food.

Loki won't leave his bed to eat.

"What do you want?" I heard from the lump on the bed as his head poked out from the blanket.

His eyes were red from crying.

"I brought you sustenance." I said, setting the plate down on the nightstand.

"Thanks." He muttered.

"Is she still upset?"

I nodded.

He covered his face with the blanket.

"You may leave now." His voice was muffled, but I still heard the emotions in his voice.

Loki's pov

I heard my door shut.

I held my pillow to my face, letting the tears flow until the pillow was soaked with my tears.

Soon, I cried myself to sleep.

*Three hours later*

I woke up from my nap so I decided to sit up.

I saw the food on my nightstand that I forgot existed before I fell asleep.

I sighed, my stomach rumbling as I grabbed the plate of cold food.

I got up with the plate and I went out to the kitchen.

No one was in the kitchen.

I put the plate on the counter, the food was untouched.

I sighed sadly as I looked through the cabinets to find a kettle.

I filled it up with water and turned on the stove, and I put the kettle on the burner.

I stared at the kettle.

I felt a presence behind me, so I turned around.

"I heard someone was out here, making noise." Y/n said.

I didn't know what to say, so I stayed quiet.

She walked up to one of the cabinets and pulled out a box of tea bags.

"Here."

I took the box from her and I opened it, grabbing a couple.

I put the box back in the cabinet and then I looked at her as she opened a different cabinet and grabbed two teacups.

"Loki?" She asked as she set the teacups down on the counter.

"Yes?" I asked softly, as I faced her.

She hugged me tightly and I hugged her back, just as tight.

She sniffled, "It wasn't your fault."

"I still love you, okay? It's just in a different way." Her voice was filled with emotion.

She pulled away from the hug as she cried.

But I pulled her back into a hug and stroked her hair as she sobbed into my chest.

"Want some tea?"

She nodded.

"I'm sorry, y/n."

She pulled away and walked back to her room, sobbing quietly.

The kettle started whistling softly.

I just stood there, not knowing what to do.

But I ended up turning off the stove, and going to my room.

I know it's not my fault but why do I feel so guilty?

I laid down on my bed and I couldn't hold it back anymore.

I grabbed a pillow and cried into it, blaming myself for all that's happened.

She was so excited to have a child, and I killed it.

Soon, I was so exhausted that I stopped crying and fell asleep.