A/n- This one is exact 100 words, though I have no clue how I managed that lmao.
Loki had never been the same after his attack at NYC. He was quieter, showed lesser emotions, and distanced himself from everybody.
You had entered his room one day, the reason you didn't remember. But the image that had greeted your eyes was one never forgotten.
Loki sat silently on his bed, staring at the dark green wall in front of him. A drop of blood trickled down his hand from a cut. Shards of glass were littered on the floor.
"Loki... what-"
"I destroyed the mirror." His voice was cold.
"Why?"
"Because I hated what I saw in it."
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