One-Shots (Reader Inserts)

Love and Scars (Loki x Reader) [Request]

            (This was requested by Aoife-White-Fire on DeviantArt and Emily Bastet on Quotev! And no, this is NOT an Avengers Loki x Reader, this is a SMITE Loki x reader. But don't worry, it's Loki's new model and not his old one~ Hope you enjoy! ^u^)

Key:

(y/n) – Your name

(god/goddess) – Choose whichever gender you are (tryin to keep it gender neutral)

Love... Love was something that was sought after, love was something that everyone wanted, whether they knew it or not. It was what kept families together, what kept lovers faithful. And yet, it was a concept so commonly used that the meaning was often lost. Many say they love something, but is it possible to love something that couldn't love back? Or was it another form of saying you enjoyed it?

It was a foreign word that you often pondered the meaning of. Could you love? Maybe. They say anyone can love. But, you weren't just anyone. Being a (god/goddess) of death, love was something that you thought you could never attain. Destruction and loss was all you ever knew, and while collecting the souls of the dead was your job, it often left an empty hole where your heart was supposed to be.

However... There was one person who filled the whole. Did you love him? Maybe. You didn't really know, it was an emotion that you had no experience with. But whenever he was around it brought an unexplainable emotion to the surface, and you found that you would smile more when he was there. Whether it was pranking others or simply being around each other.

The warm waters of the river swirled around your feet and the grass wilted only slightly under your hands and around your small form. The fish in the river often avoided you, though there was one brave one who would sometimes swim up to you. He'd never stay for long though before he saw the aura you gave off and swam back to his brethren.

Soft crunches signaled the arrival of someone, and an invisible smile tugged at your lips unconsciously. The figure sat down beside you, though did not stick his feet into the water like you were. Instead, the two of you sat in content silence, letting the sounds of nature swarm over you and provide some comfort.

"You should take your mouth guard off..." His voice was soft, as if he was afraid it'd break you if it was too loud. You couldn't help but freeze at his words. The mouth guard was something that you treasured, for it covered up scars that cannot be healed. It was the one thing you went everywhere with, and you could not remember the last time you took it off.

Your misty eyes gazed in the direction of him. Although you had no idea what he looked like, you could almost see him in your mind. You couldn't hold the gaze any longer and it dropped to your hands that had found their way into your lap. They fiddled with each other, tracing each little cut up and down, up and down. He scooted a little closer and put a hand on your shoulder, as if to comfort you.

The warm feeling grew, yet you still could not bring yourself to look up. A few minutes of silence passed, and it gave you some time to think. Was the warm feeling love? Many had described it as warm and fuzzy, often filling your stomach with small butterflies. But, how could butterflies get in your stomach? No, no that was not important. You assumed it was love, for it felt like the feelings they described.

So, if you loved him, what would you do for him? Would you take off your mask and show him the mistakes of long ago? Or would you do what you normally do, and instead stay silent. If you did that, he might be hurt by your lack of words, by the lack of trust. But... Did you really want to take it off? Was it that important to you? His soft voice broke the silence again.

"You aren't the only one with scars, you know. They are nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone has them. Emotional or physical, scars are still the same. They aren't what define a person."

You raised your gaze to the river and noted the way the water had started to turn cold. Were scars not something to be ashamed of? You knew where he came from, scars were often prized and showed strength, honor, and courage. But... You weren't from there. But he was. He wouldn't find you cowardly, would he? No. No he wouldn't, and deep down you knew it to be true.

"(y/n)..."

He used your human name. Almost no one knew your human name, yet you trusted him with it. If... If you could trust him with your real name, you could trust him with the ugly and twisted scars coating your face. You let out a breath through your nose and raised your hands behind your head, carefully undoing the straps holding it to your skull.

You took let out another breath and felt the mask fall into your lap, where it stayed. Your hands found their way into the grass again and clutched it. Yet, your head stayed facing forward. His eyes softened and he brought a hand to your face and turned it so that he could see. He sucked in a breath.

Twisted and ugly scars ran up and down your cheeks, covered your nose, and twirled playfully around your lips. Purple, pink, and red seemed to dominate the bottom half of your face. A part of your lip was missing, showing your pointy teeth and blackened gums. The most prominent scar was the biggest scar, and it ran from just underneath your left eye and trailed down to the cheek before disappearing beneath your chin.

He let out the breath he sucked in and started to trace the marks with a finger, his eyes flicking from scar to scar. Finally, he traced the last scar and let his hand drop back to his side. His head turned towards the river, and very quietly, almost too quietly, said, "You're beautiful, you know?" You couldn't help the look of surprise that flashed across your face, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. You whispered a breathy thank you.

"Um... May I... feel your face?"

He blinked and turned to you again. A hand took ahold of yours and raised it to his face, and you took this as a yes. You started with the shape of his nose. It was sharp. Your fingers brushed against his cheeks, and you could feel faint warmth coming from them. You traced his eyebrows and trailed down to his lips and chin before they raised up again to feel his hair, only your fingers met with metal and fabric. He chuckled.

"That's my hood."

You could feel your lips twitch into a smile and you let your hand drop back to the ground. "You feel very pretty." You could practically feel the skeptism radiating off of him. He wasn't going to correct you on the term you used, so he accepted it as a compliment and said thank you.

You both turned back to the river, which was now cold, and sat in content silence. He shifted, and placed his hand over yours. A warmth spread over your cheeks, the same one he had when you had traced his. You pulled your legs out of the water and moved so that they were beside you, and you leaned your head on his shoulder. He looked down at you in surprise before he shifted once more, allowing it to be more comfortable for the both of you.

Love. Yes, you think you love him. And for now, you were happy to simply be there with him, the trickster god, Loki.

Mask: http://www.opusrelinque.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/OpusRelinqueTutorial-4e.jpg

(A/N: Oh it's been so long since I've written fluff! I didn't go through and proof read this cause I'm a lazy ass, so if you spot any mistakes tell me! Again, this was requested by Aoife-White-Fire on DeviantArt and Emily Bastet on Quotev! Hope you two enjoyed this!)

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