Loki Oneshots (Requests Open :D)

Perfection (Loki X OC)

Requested by: loki12345an
TW: panic attack, body shaming
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Anusha stands in front of her mirror, staring at herself in silence. Her black hair falls over her shoulders in curls. The dark green dress she's wearing hugs all the right places, making her curves even more noticeable. The low neckline really causes her darker skin to stand out.

The entire tower is quiet, except for the one floor where everyone is partying. She can hear the blaring music from five floors below her. It penetrates her walls, making her realize for the first time since coming to live in Avengers Tower how thin the walls really are. As she adjusts the silver chain around her neck, she reminds herself why she's even doing this. The answer is simple: she's going because of Loki, her boyfriend.

Anusha highly dislikes social gatherings of any kind and she has for as long as she can remember. Parties, though, are by far the worst. There's always so many people and not enough room. On top of that, she's not exactly a social butterfly. She would much rather stay in her room and read a good book than go to a party, even if it's for one of her friends.

When Tony had first asked her to go, she had politely declined, saying that it wasn't her scene. She only changed her mind because Loki had later told her that he planned on going. "Come on, darling. It'll be fun," he had responded when she had asked him about it.

That's why she now finds herself taking the elevator down to the floor where the loud music is coming from. "You've got this, Anusha. You can do this," she whispers to herself as the elevator descends another floor. Finally, the elevator stops on the twentieth floor. The ding sounds, and the doors slowly open.

Bracing herself, she steps out of the elevator. The smell of alcohol and the loud voices immediately overwhelm her senses. Bright lights flash repeatedly in different directions as people, who all look pretty wealthy, dance, drink, and converse with one another.

Anusha gazes around the crowded room as she tries to locate Loki. He said he'd meet her here, and she knows she's the one person he would never lie to. As her eyes dart from group to group and person to person, she can't spot him anywhere. "Maybe he's at the bar," she whispers to herself as she starts to make her way over there. Although Loki is usually calm and collected, he does tend to have a wilder side when full of alcohol.

Anusha walks up to the bar, only to sigh in disappointment a moment later. Loki is no where to be seen. If he's not at the bar, where can he be?

"Hey, Anusha," a voice speaks up from behind her. Her heart nearly leaps out of her chest as she spins around in surprise, only to come face to face with Tony.

"Oh, hey, Tony," her shoulders relax as she greets the star of the party. "It's a lovely party. Happy birthday!" A small smile graces her lips as she congratulates her friend.

"Thanks, but this is nothing. One year I had my party on the beach. There were fireworks and most importantly, hot women in bikinis," Tony rambles on as he reminisces on past memories. His mind eventually returns to the present, and he eyes Anusha up and down. "Speaking of hot women, you look absolutely gorgeous in that dress. It really brings out all your features, especially your waist."

Anusha's heart lurches as she hears Tony's words. Her waist? Was the dress tighter than she originally thought? Could he see the flabby skin that she tries so hard to hide?

The air suddenly become thinner, and it becomes harder to breathe. The room, which was tolerable, is now overwhelmingly crowded. As she looks around, the walls seem to be moving closer to each other. Her breathing picks up as she tries to take in more air.