Hello, Darling. (Loki Imagines/One-shots)

No Rhyme or Reason

POV: Second

Ship: Loki x Reader

Type: Hurt/Comfort; Fluff

Wordcount: 903

Synopsis: You're feeling down for no particular reason, and when you blow up at Sam, Loki comforts you.

A/N: Was feeling sad and mad for no reason yesterday, so this is what I wrote :) hope it helps someone out there.

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From the moment you woke up, you had been acting strange. Everyone had bad days, and this had turned out to be one of yours.

When you smiled at him half-heartedly and skipped breakfast, Loki could tell that something was up. He didn't want to prod, so instead he was attentive, checking in on you and making sure that you were alright.

As you went through the motions of your day, you tried to appear as normal as possible. But, to no avail, your teammates could tell when your usually-warm laugh was fake.

They tried to be extra careful, while still trying to figure out what was bothering you. Unfortunately, Sam didn't grasp the gravity of the situation until it was too late.

He laughed at the attitude that shone through the curtains you draped up to hide it. "Man, it must be that time of the month."

You and him had a friendly relationship, always poking fun at each other. Which is why you wouldn't have normally been put off by his careless comment. But with your current emotional state, you took the comment to heart.

"Thank you for being so interested in my cycle, Wilson, but it's really none of your fucking business. So do us all a favor, and shut the fuck up for once." You lashed out, and everyone stared at you, shocked, as you got up and left the room.

You weren't one to typically say something like that to one of your friends, even when they said stupid shit. So everyone knew that there was most definitely something wrong.

They weren't sure what to do, but Loki sent a glare to Sam and left the room after you. They all knew that Loki would be the best person to go after you, since you were more open with him.

As Loki left, Sam looked down, embarrassed. He felt bad, making a mental note to apologize to you later with some ice cream.

Loki found you curled up on your bed, under the blankets. The light was off, with the only traces of sunlight coming from behind the closed blinds. He knocked on the open door softly, and you mumbled an incoherent response.

He slowly crawled into the bed beside you, pulling you delicately in his arms. You instinctively settled into him, basking in the warmth that was ironic for a frost giant to provide.

After a few moments of silence, he broke it with a soft whisper. "What's wrong, my love?" His voice was so sweet, so tender, and the words tugged on your heart.

"Nothing." You replied, muffled since your face was still hidden by the layers of sheets and blankets. Loki pulled them away from your face so he could see you, tucking a loose strand of hair back in its spot.

He smiled at you. "Now, I know that there's something wrong, darling. And not just to do with Wilson's illogical remark. You've been distant all day. You can confide in me, you know? Tell me what troubles you. I promise to do my best to make them go away."

A tear fell down your cheek as you looked up at him. "That's the thing, Loki, there's nothing wrong. There is no rhyme or reason to my feelings, but yet they persist on keeping me in this dreadful state."

Loki wiped your tears and held your chin. "Sometimes that's what feelings do. They decide one day for us to be happy, and one day to be sad. It happens to all of us."

His words comforted you, but of course they didn't make all the sadness and doubts go away. "But I shouldn't feel this way. Normal people don't. I shouldn't want to punch everyone and then myself for absolutely no reason." You let out a stale laugh near the end of your sentence, and Loki pulled you closer.

"Shhhh. Silence those self-deprecating thoughts of yours, I will not listen to their lies. You are allowed to feel this way. As I said, everyone does, even normal people. They just don't display it for everyone to see, but they certainly do feel it." He stroked your hair to calm you. "Of course, you are anything but normal, my love, as you are one of the most unique and exquisite creatures of the universe."

You let yourself smile, genuinely this time. "You think so?" You asked, looking into his beautiful eyes.

He laughed. "Darling, I know so."

The two of you layed there, comfortable with each other under the comfort of many fuzzy blankets. It was amazing that just his presence could make you feel better, and you felt your spirits begin to recharge. You might not be completely back to normal yet, but with the help of those you loved, you knew that you would be back there soon.

Suddenly, the memory of yelling at Sam came rushing back to you, and you groaned. "I need to apologize to Sam."

Loki chuckled. "Why should you, he deserved it." He kissed your forehead. "Plus, he'll probably look to apologize to you first. You should have seen the look on his face when you stormed out. He looked like he was regretting all his life decisions."

"Oh, god." You said, burying your face into his chest. Apologies could wait. Right now, you were going to remain in your lover's arms, where you felt safe and enough.