Trust my rage (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 16 - Bloody gown

Before continuing, I have this horrible habit of avoiding first person so when I say "you" i'm referring to Y/n, you can re interpret it into first person, but when everything's all done i'll try to rewrite it all in first person

anyways, continuing:

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You woke up to a familiar sight. The place in which you laid in weeks ago. The place in which you were imprisoned in a white, glass cell. You slowly lifted your head off the bed, trying to brush off the pounding headache. You wondered how'd you end up here again, why was your entire body in tremendous pain and why is there a huge scar on your face?

You brushed your fingertips against the wound, you gently touched over the connecting stitches that was engraved into your flesh.

You barely had time to process anything. You slaughtered multiple men last night, but the main enemy continues to live on. The last thing you remembered was a painful blow on your back.

In the familiar cell, there was a mirror attached to the wall. You slowly stood up, as your feet touched the ground you felt bruised and ruined. You had a stinging, burning pain in your collarbone. You got up, struggling to take steps forward to the mirror. As you faced your reflection, there was even more to process.

You were dressed in a patient gown, in all white. You had bandages wrapped around your arms and legs, along with dark big bruises rooted around your skin. You lowered the gown, just above your chest, observing the sight of your sliced collarbone. A huge wound in the shape of a line just above your chest. The scar looked absolutely nasty, it was filled with stitches, but even then should've been bandaged up. As you turned around to sit down, another familiar sight appeared. In front of you stood the abnormally tall, raven haired, charming emerald eyed man.

"You're wounded." Was all that left his silver tongued mouth.

You rolled your eyes. "No shit."

As you turned back to go sit down, you tripped over your patient shoes.

You closed your eyes, preparing for impact, ready to make contact with the cold, marble ground. As the wind sped up behind your ears, your body falling closer and closer to the ground, you felt something cold grip around your waist, giving a sudden sense of whiplash. Loki had appeared right in front of you, with his arms wrapped around your torso, your heads only 10 centimetres apart. He held you before you fell onto the ground, preventing further damage. Realising how he was holding you in his arms, and how close your faces were, blush immediately sprinkled all over your face whilst the butterflies took over your whole stomach.

How did this one little moment change your entire perspective on him within seconds?

You craved his attention, after the whole fight you felt so deprived of his snarky comments and indecisive behaviour. Laying in his hands certainly fed you with reassurance.

You got lost in his eyes. It was like a maze, trying to regain focus and escape. The shiny emerald orbs, you could almost see your reflection. You squeezed your eyes and blinked, regaining your conscience.

"I.. Uhh-" You quickly tried getting out of his grasp, making the moment less awkward than it already was.

You finally stood firmly on your own feet. "He was a coward. He bought weapons." You restarted the conversation, instead of leaving him with a cold response.

"Y/n. Your apartment is gone, you'll be living in here for the rest of your life. Imprisoned. I don't know what their plan is, but that's the only information I have. I was eavesdropping Fury and his team." He followed you to the bed, he sat down next to you , staring at the floor. His voice was low and graspy, almost like he cared.