i'll fill this book with oneshots about our favourite god of mischief. i'll always appreciate your feedback, comments, etc. and read it. <3
note: i don't own any of the marvel characters nor used gifs.
note II: i won't write explicit smut, sorry!
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a/n: hi everyone! it's been such a long time since you last heard from me, i'm apologising for that. i've been focusing on myself lately and just got back to writing now and then. i'd love to hear what y'all think about this one! happy reading!
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"If I'm not good enough to be king, then what am I good for?"
[Name] parted her lips to reply as there were so many things to give as an answer to his doubts, she didn't even know where to start. But Loki raised his voice earlier again.
"See, nothing," he spat, his grip on the wood tightening.
If she would've just listened, all these words of him may have seemed said out of anger. But now that she was sitting next to his body, she easily spotted the tears of rage nearly spilling, his shoulders shaking so slightly it was hardly noticeable.
"I wasn't even supposed to live."
With that, everything seemed to freeze in time. Everything inside her chest tightened. She felt a lump in her throat as she started to speak, her voice raspy and dry.
He hadn't said that. He hadn't, correct?
"Loki."
His head lifted, his glistening eyes locking with hers. He must've recognised the hurt yet shocked expression in the depths of her eyes as he seemed to realise what he had just said. Another feeling spread across his face now. Shame.
Loki's glance wandered to his feet. "Don't look at me", he said, his voice trembling. It was obvious he tried hard not to burst into tears.
Her fingers reached for his hand, hoping to intertwine them with his ones. But instead, his hand stayed clenched into one fist. Yet he must've recognised her hand brushing his when his breath hitched once, his mouth hanging open slightly.
And there it was. The tear that escaped the corner of his eyes, now crawling down its way to his cheekbones, his jawline, his neck.
Loki let his head sink onto the fists supported on his legs, still hoping to be able to hide his crying.
"[Name]."
The concern in her eyes grew even more when Loki choked on a sob.
"I've just felt so undesirable lately."
Silence.
„By whom?" she dared to ask then, her voice hardly a whisper.
„Everyone," Loki answered, now locking eyes with her and carefully grasping her hands.
