Marvel One-Shots

Hold Me Now (Major Angst)

Ship: Gammafrost (Bruce x Loki)

⚠️ Trigger Warning⚠️
Self-harm, low self-esteem, and Attempted Suicide.

Summary: Loki and Bruce have to battle their own minds.

-Thor is trying
-Frigga is a good mom
-Odin being evil
-Thor's friends are fucking bastards

Read at your own risk.

3rd person pov

No one knows the real Loki. The person who hides behind a mask. The one who was always causing trouble. Because no one gave him attention. They never truly acknowledged him.

Growing up Loki was always the outcast. He was different. People didn't like that about him. The only one who he knew loved him was Frigga. But it didn't stop the feeling of being alone.

During his teen years, Loki watched as the others buffed up. But he was left lean. It started with all the hateful comments on his appearance. It was Odin who hated him. He never knew why. Loki always tried to make his father proud. But he never could. He was always blamed for things he didn't do and punished more harshly.

It was Odin who would lower his self-esteem. Commenting on how skinny he was. How Loki wasn't as talented as Thor. How he should spend more time practicing sparring. To stop practicing his magic his mother taught him. How magic wasn't practiced by men. He should be sparring with Thor to get better, and no more tricks. Playful or harming. That he should rely on strength rather than skill.

One day Loki finally broke down and snapped. He screamed at Odin until he was in tears. When Loki noticed them falling, he ran off to his room.

Loki slammed the door, and slide down to the floor.

Conjuring up a blade. Tears ran down his face. At first, he just watched as it shimmered in the light.

The more dark thoughts that made their way into his head. The closer the blade would get to come in contact with his skin.

Until that faith-full day. Loki was given his status. He was declared the God of Mischief, Trickery, and Lies.

All the laughter.

All the rude remarks.

All the faces of disappointment and judgment.

That was it.

That day was the first time the dagger was pressed against his wrist. One single mark was made. It burned, and he hissed out in pain. After a moment he just stared down at it. As small drops of blood fell.

Soon it became common. Loki would slash across his wrist to seek some sort of comfort. To experience some sort of feeling. Even if it only brought him pain.

It only turned into more cuts and more pain. He would heal them with his magic, and act as if nothing had happened.

Then came the day Loki realized they were genderfluid. They had always felt that they never fit in with just one gender. They thought it would be best, to tell those who Loki thought they could trust. So they told them at dinner. Frigga and Thor stood silent. Odin slammed his hand on the table and took off. Loki didn't even look at anyone else reaction. Shutting himself off in his little world.

The next day Odin publically shamed them. Loki was called into their thrown room. She swayed elegantly in her dress. Then she approaches Odin.

Frigga and Thor watched in horror. As Loki was forced out of their female form and cast into his male. Loki screamed out but couldn't do anything. That day Loki wished he would have honestly died.