Loki [Smut And Fluffs 2]

Who's afraid of Little old me? (Y/n) (Part two)

Note: I've given a specific name, specific storyline and physical apperance of Y/n. 
Most of the things mentioned in this part is completely based on me and Loki part is added which you all know:/

Disclaimer: Mention of Suicide attempt, Math trauma, ADHD, narcissistic abuse, social anxiety, childhood trauma.

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"And when I woke up I was here, facing you." He signed and ended his explanation. I paused my breath as I processed everything he said...he was hurt as a child...just like I was...

I hurriedly wrapped my arms around him as I burst into tears. "I'm so sorry to hear that" he chuckled and carresed my back. "It's not your fault, Anusha. Now I just wish I could change a few things from when I was younger." He muttered and kissed my head.

"I want to meet that stupid Maid" he chuckled at that as I pulled away and made a frowny face. "How dare someone hurt my Daddy like that!" He laughed and left a peck on my forehead. "I love you Daddy and I can't let anyone get away after hurting your feelings when you were at the stage of learning about them." He chuckled at my childish glare. "And that stupid All father" I grumbled. He hid a amused smile and gave a nod, telling me to continue.

"What does he think of himself!" I cried and he laughed softly. "I want to shave that beard off of him and hurt his one left eye!" He bursted out in laughter. "Love, you can't...he's dead"

"Shut up daddy!" He stopped laughing and smiled as he heard me speak. "I hate him so much! And that guy...Fan...di...ril?" He laughed with amusement and kissed me with lot of pressure. "Fandral" he corrected after pulling his face away. "Yes that guy, how dare he do that to you! Make fun of you and purposely sleep with people you were interested in? That dickhead!" He laughed and looked at me with a huge smile. "He's dead too" he muttered and I gave a pout at that. "I wanted to get back at him for you" He chuckled and bite my neck to stop laughing. "If you keep talking like this I think you'll make daddy suffer from long term tummy ache due to laughter." I rolled my eyes and gently smacked his head with mine. "I'm serious Daddy...you didn't deserve it." I murmured under my breath.

"Is this a way to make me forget that you're supposed to say your part of the story now?" I gasped and blushed as he licked my earlobe and neck. "Um.." I paused and he tickled my waist which made me giggle.

He placed his hands over my lower waist and said with his glinting eyes to share my experience. I let out a breath and closed my eyes before wrapping my arms around his chest for comfort, he rubbed his hand over my hair and didn't utter a word, patiently waiting for me to start. After a minute I signed and shared my experience.

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I woke up after falling miserably from a never ending black hole. I groaned as I sat up on the floor and felt confused when I heard my own younger self's voice around me. I opened my eyes and gasped as I saw three year old me in her preschool, babbling things like a baby because she couldn't pronounce things clearly. Her black soft tiny baby curls falling over her temples and forehead. Her big wide black eyes watching every other kid with amazement before a teacher handed her a writing book, She was writing alphabets she learnt on that day on her little book, her words were too wide and illegible because she was still a child and hence, couldn't write properly as well...but she learnt alphabets faster than that.

She finished it first and started half crawling, half walking around and annoying other kids by being loud and adorable. The other kids were playing with her rather than doing the given work. But the teacher didn't accept that, she held a thick wooden rod and came towards the child, the lady didn't hesitate and came front to hit her with it but the child didn't accept, the child stopped the rod and held the other end on her hand, with teary eyes spit. "You can't...hit...me" the teacher glared and pushed away the kid on the floor and held her hand front and hit her palm with that rod, unbothered on how the child cried with pain because of it.