Green And Gold - A Loki X Reader Book Of Imagines And More

Make It Stop (Loki X Reader)

**Author's Note - PLEASE READ:

This chapter is going to be emotionally dark and very depressing. It will contain detailed mentions of self-harm, suicidal thoughts, and other sensitive elements. If you don't like these kinds of topics, don't read this chapter. If you get triggered by these kinds of topics, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER! Lastly, if you're anything like me, you might struggle with some of the topics mentioned and will read the chapter anyway. Please don't trigger yourselves. The last thing I want is to bring my pain to others. If you struggle with these intense thoughts and emotions, find someone you can trust and talk to them. Find a safe, creative outlet that you can express your pain through in the means of coping. For me, that outlet is writing. I mainly wrote this chapter because I'm having a horrible night, and I need a little bit of hope and Loki Love.** 

Y/N's POV 

I don't know how it happened. One minute, I was texting a friend, and everything was great. The next minute, my world was upside down, and I wanted to hurt myself. 

I wanted to do it. 

I needed to do it. 

Who am I to argue with my demons? 

I took my razor and slowly dragged it along my arm. 

Why does this feel so good? It hurts, but it gives me a rush of emotions. It gives me something else to feel. 

"Y/N?" Loki knocked on the bathroom door. "You okay in there?" 

It was at that moment that I knew I'd messed up. Sure, I knew I wasn't supposed to cut from the beginning, but it gave me relief. I looked at the time on my phone and quickly realized that I'd been sitting on the cold bathroom floor for almost half an hour. The lights were off; the door was locked. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out that something was wrong. 

"Y/N?" 

I exhaled quietly. I'd been crying for the past half hour. Knowing Loki, there was no getting out of this, no matter how much I tried. 

"Darling?" 

It was Loki who spoke. He must have gotten tired of waiting outside the door, for he had teleported next to me. "Why are you sitting in the dark?" 

I wiped another tear off of my cheek. I didn't know what to say. 

"I can't stop, Loki," my voice cracked as I uttered my pathetic words. "I have to do it." 

"Do what?" he asked, although he was afraid he knew the answer. 

"I have to kill myself, Loki. It's the only way. I don't know what else to do." 

Loki, however, knew exactly what to do. 

Loki pulled me onto his lap and rested my head on his chest. Loki cast two spells: a calming spell and a sleeping spell. I hadn't told him everything - heck - I hadn't told him anything. 

As I began to get more and more sleepy, he rubbed my back and whispered sweet nothings in my ear. The calming spell soothed my constant anxiety, and we both knew I desperately needed to rest. 

Loki teleported us to my bed. He tucked me in, and he kissed my forehead gently. "You're going to be okay, darling." I thought I might have heard his voice waver, but I was too tired to tell. Soon enough, I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. 

Loki's POV 

I know more than she thinks I do. 

As I healed her fresh cuts with my magic, I felt a tear roll down my cheek. 'She's too good for this world,' I thought. 

I know she's hurting. I know it's killing her. I can only hope that one day she'll see herself as I see her. 

"I love you, darling," I whispered to her sleeping form. I pressed a soft kiss to the back of her hand. "Please don't hurt yourself, love. You are going to be okay. I promise."