✨Various x Reader One-Shots✨

𝙻𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚜 | 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚒 | 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚕

Y/n was born with a list of words on her arm. Some were white lies, while others seemed to be much more sinister. As she grew older, that list grew. That pain she felt when those letters seared into her skin never ceased. But the pain she felt knowing her other half had felt they had to say them- lingered much longer. Because it wasn't just 'I didn't steal those pastries, Mother.', 'I was in my room the entire time.' It was 'I'm fine.', 'I'm alright.', 'I believe you.' Those lies were carved much deeper than any of the others. She worried for whoever was on the other end of the string.

She should have been more worried about herself. Her arms were nearly black with ink at age 13. Her village was worried, but not for her- or her estranged partner.

When humans don't understand things, when something is different, she knew what happened to them. What would happen to her. She had tried to ignore the signs, the stakes, the priests visiting her village. But it was inevitable what happened to her. Wasn't it?

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Loki was born a pale blue. Not a single mark laid on his arms. Not until he was 12,697 years old. That's when he got his first few letters. They were simple, and ones he couldn't forget. 'I understand.' At first, he thought all of his marks would hurt just as bad as the first one. Loki remembered his mother promising him that wouldn't be the case, as she held him in her arms- arms that held cases of lies. She had always kept them covered. He didn't realize why until he was older.

But those painful marks never stopped. Next, it was promises of forgiveness, until he had seen the worst one yet. 'I'm not a monster.' It was the deepest one he had ever gotten. He was only 13 thousand years old when it appeared on his arm. And it never stopped. Whoever was on that other end of the string just pleaded and pleaded for the world to know- that they weren't a monster. To know they wouldn't hurt them, and next to those marks was the worst one. The one he stared at before he slept each night, the one he couldn't bare to show his mother. 'I'll make it home tonight, and I'll be just fine.'

Something had happened to his mate.

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Crumbled beaks and teeth ripped away at the flesh of her corpse. Each nibble and rip she was less than herself, less whole, less being. Finally, a raven of black landed upon her skull. Before nipping at her iris's dried vein.

Metal scraped from the suit, clacking onto the grass below. Y/n pounced up from the park's bench, claws out from the attack. Her hair was messy, as was her clothes. Her short shirt had a rather large claw mark in it. She had thought her nightly nail routine had stopped, but clearly, she was wrong. Very wrong.

The drowsy girl looked at the metal man standing beside her. It was one of the city's drones, the ones with the iron hearts. And now it was barely standing. Y/n frowned, quickly trying to swipe her hair back before grabbing the bot's other half from the concrete. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." She looked at the sparkling wires coming from the drone's side. "That looks... Great. You'll be just fine. I just gotta..." She tilted her head, trying to find a way to jigsaw the arm back into the robot's side. "You know what? I have the perfect thing." She dug into her pocket, going through trinkets of skulls to sticks before grabbing the one thing she had kept since her retirement. Her wrappings. She always wore at least one. Especially around her arms.

She wrapped the worker's arm back onto his iron body. "Good as new.!" The arm was back on, yes. But at what cost? It was dangling, Sparks still flew beside it, and the robot seemed to be steaming from the side. She finally sat back down on the bench. "I'm sorry. I promise I'm not some.." She thought for a moment.

'Monster'

Loki felt the familiar burn in his arm once again. He growled, already knowing what it said. Whoever he had been tied to, whoever belonged to him- needed help- needed him. And here he was, locked behind some mirror yet again. He had been there for weeks, maybe more. Ever since his attack on Earth. Out of everything that happened that day, he really thought that if he won- when he won, he could pick that someone from the universe. He'd find his soulmate, they'd live like kings- rule everything in the land and beyond. And he could tell them the same thing he wanted to be told.