Rows and slits - Loki Friggason x Gender Neutral!Reader

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CONTENT WARNING; mentions of ed, abuse, (slight) graphic description of self-h/rm and violence(?) and  , somewhat manipulative argument content :)

please don't read this if any of the above triggers you in any manner that has a negative impact on your well-being.

summary: after a long day, you await Loki's homecoming.... at four in the morning. After a fight, he finally gives into his emotions and tells you what he's feeling after bottling it up for so long.

words: 1532

dedicated to: myself bitches, i deserve some violent shit too

You were sitting in your apartment, staring at your ceiling fan and then at the clock. It read 3.47 am. God, why did you still have patience with him?

He'd been out since the afternoon, where you fought with him over lunch and that he didn't even turn up after you told him you'd be making something special for you both. He then said he never asked you to do anything for him and threw the vase to the ground.

The person in question was Loki. You both were in the mid-relationship stage, the stage with the most fights. Of course, when you both began your relationship, it was exciting, new and thrilling, with Loki always doing some romantic gestures to you; whether it was a simple flower when you got home from work or he made you breakfast after he made love to you. Now it was something of a routine; get up, drink a dangerously strong coffee, go to work, get home, search for Loki, find that he wasn't there and when he finally came, and very late mind you, he made up some petty excuse that Thor or Steve needed him to do some extra work.

This wasn't true at all, and you knew he was just out and about, and the other thing that bothered you was that he never wanted to have sex with you. The last time you both had sex was, well, maybe three- four, weeks? months? you couldn't even remember. Your relationship was just going stale and he was barely even around to talk to him about it. All that pig did was get home, sleep on the very edge of your bed and eat your food. Maybe he'd pay some bills, which was rare, but he didn't really contribute much to your apartment together.

You walked over to the balcony, only to see him enter the building. You moved to the door and in a few minutes of staring at the wood, the door swung open to reveal your boyfriend. He had this expressionless face, tired eyes and a sulky mouth. Loki was exhausted.

"Where were you?" You questioned him.

"I told you, I was at the compound," Loki answered blankly. Frankly, he just wanted to have a hot shower, fuck his hand and go to sleep.

"Do you know what time it is?"

"Night, move," he pushed you aside and dragged his feet to the kitchen after kicking away his shoes. He still had his suit on, picked up an old sandwich from the fridge and unwrapped its plastic wrap. Putting his coat onto the island chair seat he stuffed his mouth with a chicken turkey long cut.

"Loki, it's almost four in the morning. I was up all night waiting for you," you spoke. How dare he walk into your house with this audacity? "I have work tomorrow, how am I supposed to sleep when I know you're not home and safe?"

"Just go to bed now?" he taunted you, "I didn't ask you to stay up waiting for me-"

"You don't ask me to do a lot of things, and yet I still have to do it, because if I don't, will you?"

"I just want to go to bed-"

"No, Loki, you won't. I'm sick and tired of you just leisurely walking in, not even calling me to tell me that you're gonna be late."

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