Tony/Bruce/Loki/Strange × Reader One shots

Loki Angst

⚠️(warning! The feelz are attacking.)⚠️
You sit in the bathroom with your knees pulled too your chest. Tears streamed down your eyes. You and Loki gotten into another fight. It seems that all you guys can do lately is fight and argue with each other. Usually it will be about something small, like how much time he puts into your relationship. You hated that you loved him so much and the words fell from your lips as if you where hammering a nail into his heart. You could never forget the twisted look of hurt and anger in his eyes. No matter how much of a mask he put on you knew it tore a hole in his heart. As soon as the words 'I hate you,' left your lips you regretted it. With a wave of his hand everything in the room had blown across the floor and he screamed. You had ran into the bathroom too end the argument, before anything else happens. Thats when you notice the small streak of blood across your leg. You grabbed the rubbing alcohol from the counter and poured it onto the rather long cut. It wasn't deep, but you could tell it happened when Loki threw the things across the room. Perhaps it was a opened pen? The rubbing alcohol stung your skin. You wrapped a bandage around your leg. You sighed and figured it was time to makeup with him. You didn't mean any of the words you had said. You walked out of the bathroom and slowly shut the door. Loki was no where in the room, but it was nice and neat again like nothing ever happened. You let out a shakey breath and entered the living room. Loki still no where too be found. You went into the kitchen and made him a sandwich and a drink. You knew he was probably in the basement venting all of his anger out in his books and training equipment. You walked in slowly and Loki was sitting in his chair, reading a book.

"Loki.."
You said slowly and walked over setting the sandwich and the drink on the table.

"Come out."
You say and twiddle with your thumbs.

"What do you mean? I'm right here."
He says and looks up from his book. You furrow your eyebrows and sigh.

"Loki, please."
You say again. He groans in frustration and he cast off the illusion. He held his small dagger in his hand, sitting in the corner of the dimly lit room. His hair was poofed to the sides of his head and he looked tired with a mix of aggervation. You turned too him with a smile. You handed him the sandwich and the drink. He stared at it for a minute, before his eyes trail up too your bandaged leg, then to your eyes.

"You where saying?"
He says crossing his arms. You bit the inside of your lip and looked down too the floor.

"I... I didn't mean those things I said. I-I was angry and frustrated, but I had no right too say those things. I don't hate you Loki. I love you so fucking much I can't stand it. I hate when we argue."
You say and look up at him. His facial expression hadn't changed in the slightest.

"Yes, well you sure don't hate it whenever you yell and frail your arms around, like a flying goose."
He says and looks away from you with a bored expression. You sigh and look down at the floor.

"Yeah, thats because I don't know how too stop myself in the heat of the moment."
You paused and looked up at him with a smirk.

"You should know that."
You finished and watched as a smirk tugged at his lips and he looked back at you, shaking his head.

"Why is your leg bandaged? Did..."
He let out a sigh and looked up into your eyes.

"Did I do that?"
He finished and walks over. Guilt washed over him, as if the red flag was violently shaking against the beach pole and the waves crashed into the sand, pulling away at the earth.

"Oh, it isn't bad. Just a little cut."
You mumbled and watched as his fingers slide around the bandage, undoing it. He bit the inside of his cheek and he looked at the fresh blood starting too come from it.

"Why? Why do you put up with me, With this? I-I don't understand."
He says with a sigh after wrapping it back up.

"Because I love you. I want you in my life Loki. Even if it is just us fighting and making up over and over again. I do it, because I love you."
You say and look down into your hands. You knew you where 't completely inoccent. You had always nagged at him, maybe even provoked him. He stayed silent. He stood up and turned his back to you wiping away the tears that stung his eyes.

"Do you? You- We should hate each other."
He says and looks back at you. His eyes were slightly puffy from earlier. A laugh escaped your lips and you stood to your feet.

"I could never hate you. No matter how hard I would try, I could never hate you."
You say and stand in front of him looking down too your hands. He cleared his throat and quickly finished walking the distance between the two of you. Tears stung at his eyes and he hated how weak he would look in front of you. Your arms wrapped around his waist and you held him in your arms.

"I-I love you Loki."
You said with a sniffle, burying your head into his shoulder. A shakey breath escaped his lips and he tried his hardest too hold it in, but as the tears fell the build up of anxiety from his past and now clashed together, tearing away at his walls. Tears fell from his face and onto your shoulder. Your grip around him tightened and tears fell from you as well.

"I'm sorry."
He whispered and held you tightly, taking in sharp breathes. You rubbed circles into his back and held him as closely too you as you could. He never broke down this bad before and you needed too be there for him. Whimpers begun too leave his lips and he put his chin to the top of your head, letting the tears fall from his face.

"Its okay."
You soothed, wiping tears away from your own eyes.

"It's is going too be okay."
You said again and pulled away just enough too see his face. He looked down at you and felt disgusted with hisself for letting you seem him so vulnerable and weak, but he knew that part of him needed this. A breath left his lips and he closed his eyes and lowered his head. You kissed his cheek and wiped the tears from his eyes. His eyes open slowly and you smile warmly at him. He presses his forehead against yours and closes his eyes once more.

"Loki come too bed."
You say grabbing his hand and holding it in between your hands. He intertwines his fingers with yours and squeezed it tightly. He nodded slowly and followed you too the room. You hadn't even bothered too take off your day time clothing. He climbed into the bed with you and laied there next to you. You wrap your arms around him. He looks at you with tired, puffy eyes and kisses your forehead.

"I love you too."
He whispers and holds you too him tightly.