Marvel Oneshots And Crack

⚠️A Different Outcome

TW FOR DEPICTIONS OF SELF HARM. Loki is not having a good time. Sequel to Comfort. 

Instead of Loki being imprisoned in Thor Dark World, Loki is given much needed mental health support and love...in Midgard. Also non binary/genderfluid and bisexual Loki!

Loki POV

"You have committed crimes against Asgard, and Midgard. I sentence you to a year in Midgard, to receive mental health services."

I scoff, and then laugh. "Oh, Father, you always come up with the silliest things."

His face doesn't twitch, and I feel my mirth fading. I turn frantically to Thor, and then Mother. "Surely you can't...this is preposterous. You can't do this!"

Mother gives me a saddened expression. "Loki, my boy, you are not well. They can give you help we cannot offer in Midgard. Your...illness, is far greater than our capabilities."

This time it's rather easy to force myself to cry. "So you will leave your supposedly so terribly unwell child in a foreign place, not the place he calls home?"

Thor speaks up for the first time in quite a few minutes. Pathetic. "I will be with you, Loki."

I sarcastically roll my eyes. "Oh, fabulous. A chaperone!"

Mother sighs and exchanges a glance with Father. "Loki, please just give it a try."

I sigh, unable to fight with Mother. "Yes, Mother."

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"Have you packed your things?"

I pat my pockets on my armor. "As always, brother. These pockets are specially designed to hold an unthinkable amount."

He eyes me in that annoying way. "I've been instructed not to let you hold any weapons."

Gritting my teeth, I hand over my daggers. Thor sighs. "All of them."

Hissing in annoyance, I unload more daggers, a mace, a smallsword, a slingshot, and razors I found in Midgard. "Are you really so frightened that I will betray you with a blade in the back, Thor? I'm already going to the Midgard loony bin, what point-"

Not looking at me, he responds in that gruff voice, "It is for your safety also, Loki."

I look at him in ultimate confusion. "My own safety? Surely you do not think me incapable of handling my own weaponry, that I trained myself to use as a child, brother."

Thor steps closer to me. "You are very capable, Loki. And that is the problem."

My mind spins, spins, spins, and then I'm laughing, so hard it hurts. "Brother, are you seriously insinuating that I, Loki, would purposefully hurt myself?"

When Thor doesn't laugh and instead gives me that same serious face, I shut up. I'm humbled for a minute. "Thor...they're wrong. I...I've done no such thing! This body, of mine, I...I have no intention to harm it."

Thor isn't fooled. Damn him! "Loki, hand over those weapons and then we'll talk."

I forget too quickly that I didn't wash off the razors, and Thor stops, looking a tad horrified at the dried blood. Something dawns on his face, and I feel incredibly stupid. "Thor...it's not what you think-"

He looks at me as if I will combust. "Loki...these razors are much, much too small for combat, and yet...they are covered in blood."

I can't defend myself. I've just accidentally exposed one of my greatest, most shameful secrets, with my own carelessness. I swallow, but no words come out. Thor's face is gentle. No...are his eyes tearing? No....Thor doesn't cry! This is ridiculous!