Kneel Before Loki [A Loki Romance]

Period Problems and a God... FML

Isabelle's POV

There is just one thing that is worse than waking up in a puddle of your own blood, having stomach cramps like you've been run over with a truck and feeling niagara falls floating out of you: Waking up in a puddle of your own blood, having stomach cramps like you've been run over with a truck, feeling niagara falls floating out of you and then- noticing a way too handsome god is laying next to you. And to make it the ultimate nightmare, the sheet was soaked with blood. Oh shit. I fell back on my pillows. This was not happening. Thankfully, due to the last bit of luck I maybe had somewhere, Loki was still asleep. I really didn't want to see his face when he noticed what was going on... Just the thought made my face turn bright red. I had a bit of a trauma about this topic since my first (and last) boyfriend Davis had called me a "squeamish, provocating bitch" to first make him hot the whole day and then turn him down because of my "fucking disgusting period". He had continued rambling about it, before he had forced himself on me, not caring about the amount of pain I experienced. He was the major reason I had become a fighter. I shook the thought away, focusing on my current problem. Suddenly, memories came rushing into my head. Loki's wound! Maybe he bled over the whole bed... with his....head wound.... Okay, so that was not really likely. Nevertheless, I checked on the bandage, careful not to wake Loki up. My slight hope shattered in pieces on the floor. It wasn't his blood. I had just totally forgotten that my period was due because of all the things that had happened yesterday. And oh my god, the photographer! Calm down, Isabelle. Not now. Okay, so I just had to tiptoe my way to the bathroom to shower, then remove the bloody sheet under a sleeping, probably really heavy god and find some chocolate. Without waking mentioned god. I faked a grin to myself. Should be easy. Unfortunately, not even I was convinced by myself. Suddenly, a thought hit me. Oh no. I had run out of tampons and forgot to buy new ones. I felt tears in my eyes as I thought about the hopelessness of my situation. Goddamn period, why do you have to exist?! This is just not fair... I sniffled and rubbed my eyes. Bloody overhyped emotions! Hugging my pilllow, I desperately wished I was a guy. These bastards didn't even know how lucky they were. Suddenly, the one thing to make this worse situation even worse happened. And yes, that was possible. I felt a comforting hand on my shoulder and froze. "Isabelle?", Loki said sleepy. "J- just go back to sleep", I whispered, my voice trembling. "It's only 10 o'clock." The delightful sound of his laugh resounded quietly in my bedroom and despite my situation, I was glad that he obviously recovered fast. "I figured something had to be wrong if you are up this soon." He looked at me in concern, obviously he hadn't yet noticed the situation I was in. Then he would look at me in disgust. "I'm fine.", I said, trying to sound as if I meant it even for a bit. Loki's narrowed gaze wandered down me, clearly not buying my words and- I closed my eyes. He had noticed the blood on the sheet. His eyes widened. "Are you hurt? What happened? Who did this to you?!" I was tempted to say 'my uterus', but that would probably scare the poor man for life. And according to his murderous gaze, my uterus would most definitely not survive the following. I giggled. Oh great, mood swings. This was getting better and better. As I didn't answer, he sat up and ran his hands through his hair. "Isabelle, that's a dangerous amount of blood! Would you please let me see your wound?!" Oh my god, did he just say please?! For some reason, I found it really cute that he didn't just rip the blanket away but was enough of a gentleman to ask. Tears stinged my eyes again. This was so embarassing. As god and prince, he surely never had to experience such a thing happen to a woman before. Loki was seriously freaking out right now, nothing to see from his usual, arrogant self. "How am I supposed to help you if you don't tell me what evil spirit dared to lay a hand on you?!" I burst out in tears. He was only nice to me, because he thought I was deadly injured from some kind of courageous fight or something. Loki looked like he wasn't sure about what he should do now. The cluelessness on his usually self-conscious face was almost funny. "Isabelle-" "I GOT MY FUCKING PERIOD, OKAY?!", I screamed. Silence fell over the room, only disturbed from my sobs. Loki cleared his throat. "Umm..shall I..." "Just get out of here, please.", I interrupted him sobbing. He looked at me, not convinced. "LEAVE!", I screamed. He was still not moving. "Please." My voice broke and finally, he listened to me. With one last gaze from his incredibly green eyes, he disappeared from the bed. And just as he was gone, I realised that I didn't want him to go. I needed him right now. "You asshole!", I screamed at the ceiling, "Get your goddamn ass down here you bloody idiot!" No reaction. I broke down on the bed sobbing.