Trust my rage (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 17 - Scars

y'all i'm so sorry i had the biggest writing block known to man kind. year11 english is truly something, non stop creative writing really just sucked every inch of creativeness within me but im back for now. SORRY FOR THE LONGASS WAIT😭😭
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He quickly bent down, his eyes drifted from the dripping blood oozing from your flesh, to your eyes, to your hand, and back to your eyes. His cold hands gripped onto your shoulders as you cried on the floor. He slowly soothed his hands under your arms, preparing to lift you up onto the bed. Within a millisecond, he spawned a big cloth and held it against your wet face, wiping off all the dripping tears.

"Y/n, what happened?" He asked concerned. He continued wiping all the tears from your pale, blood coated face.

"Everything just seems to backfire against me for some reason. Is it some sort of karma? Did I do something wrong? Why am I such a failure all of a sudden? I feel like a vulnerable mess. This is everything I spent years training not to be." You cried, weeping more tears into the two hands which cupped your face.

"Shhh, It's alright, i'm here now." He said, with the palm of his hand resting against the side of your jawline.

Loki got up from the dirty, bloody mess that laid upon your cell. He investigated the surroundings, closely identifying if there were any witnesses nearby. When all the areas were clear, he put up an illusion of you peacefully laying in bed inside of a clean, well managed room. But in the initial present, it was no where as peaceful.

Loki placed you upright on the stained, bloody bed where he inspected the gushing wounds. The first thing that he noticed was the inadequate bandage that was poorly wrapped around your fist. He quickly looked back to the mirror, that had cracks reaching out from the broken centre, and immediately jumped to the conclusion of your bleeding fist. 

He gently held onto your fist, where your knuckles had been coated in crimson red, he held onto your entire fist softly, you watched as his emerald orbs focused intensity on your hand as he begin putting more pressure. You hissed at the pain, before you saw a green mist float through the air pocket between your hands. He slowly removed his hands, revealing your clean, unwounded fist.

In disbelief, you raised your hand to eye level, making different gestures with your fingers to feel the touch of magic that had just crawled into your pores. You dropped the focus from your hand, to give him a thankful look. But instead, he wasn't looking at you. He was looking at the bloody mess that fulfilled your entire shoulder area. Loki stood up, sitting himself on the bed next to you, gesturing to your wound. You slightly lowered your gown, showing him the big, nasty wound that took the shape of a gushing line that was formed across your collarbone. Loki quickly grabbed the blanket, ripping off a piece of fabric.

He held onto the piece of fabric, and began working his green magic, focusing deeply on the material as he twisted his hands smoothly around it.

"The funny thing is, this scar practically saved me. The machete was originally against my throat until I quickly stood up. It hurts like a bitch but it's better than what would've happened." You said, in an attempt to relieve the awkward tension and semi romantic atmosphere.

After the green mist was fully inserted into the cloth, he wiped it against the scar in a smooth, gentle line. Unfortunately, magic could only do so much. As the cloth left the surface, it left a permanent scar. You watched as his eyes moved from your neck, to your face, it sent butterflies fluttering inside of your stomach.

You closed your eyes, as he began working his magic into healing your wounds that prospered on your flesh. He was so close to your face, your heads were only inches apart. Although you couldn't see, you could sense his eyes staring deeply on your face. You tired to control your breathing, as there was no room for imperfection as everything became noticeable. You struggled to breath, as the nerves became overwhelming. Goosebumps began to form on your arms, as he didn't show a hint of anxiety. The magic had taken affect, clearing the bloody mess upon your body.