Loki One Shots

Protective Loki

T/W: Physical Abuse

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Shit shit shit shit

I fumble with my keys trying to unlock the front door. Finally I get the key in and open the door ever so quietly. I should have been home hours ago but I was having so much fun with the team that I just lost track of time.

I creep inside and gently close the door behind me, careful not to make any noise. I take a scan of the living room and discover it is empty, I don't think anyone is home. I breathe a sigh of relief and head to the bedroom, I kick off my shoes and turn on the lamp but as I turn around I jump when I see my boyfriend sitting on the chair in the corner of the room.

"Jesus! You scared the crap out of me" I say as I clutch my chest waiting for my heartbeat to slow down. He doesn't respond and instead just takes a sip from his drink. Ah fuck...I'm so dead. I told him I was going to be home at 10 and it's now 1 o clock in the morning, he doesn't like it when I go out without him cause he gets worried.

"Um...I'm really sorry about how late I am, I just got caught up and was having a lot of fun and I just...lost track of time I guess"

"I thought you were dead" he says, not even looking at me.

"I'm really sorry, but I promise I was safe. I was Steve, Nat, Tony...the whole team-

"Oh the whole team? Sounds like you had a lot of fun then" he sneers as he takes another sip from his drink

"What? No, it wasn't like that at all, you know that" I start to walk over to him but he gets up from his chair and walks away from me.

"Why would you insinuate something like that? I'd never cheat on you! And it hurts that you would think so" My head is starting to hurt from drinking and the need for sleep. I turn around to walk towards the bathroom when suddenly I'm grabbed by the hair and thrown to the ground.

"DON'T WALK AWAY FROM ME!"

What the hell is happening? Why is he doing this? I get up from the floor, filled with rage.

"What is wrong with you?! I-

He suddenly wraps his hand around my throat and pushes me back against the wall. I begin clawing at his hand and arm trying to loosen his grip but to no avail.

"Do you realise how worried I was?! But you don't care, do you?! Because you were having so much fun with your friends!"

"P-please...s-s-stop" I can feel myself losing my breath, I don't know what's come over him.

He releases his hold on me and I drop to the floor, holding my throat and gasping for air.

"What the fuck?!" My voice is hoarse and it hurts to speak.

Pain spreads across of my face as he slaps me. "You're making me do this!" He screams as he hits me again, I curl into a ball to try and protect my head and face but it's no use when he starts kicking me.

Tears stream down my face as his foot comes down me again. He kicks twice more before grabbing me and forcing me to my feet, shoving me into the bathroom.

He grabs a fistful of my hair and forces my head up so that I can see our reflections in the mirror.

"You see what you've done?" He snarls at me, using his free hand to grab my chin so that I can't look away.

"You made me into this, this is your own fault!" His face is bright red with rage while mine is battered and beaten.

He throws me to the floor once more and storms out of the bathroom, after a few seconds I hear the front door slam shut and then the screech of a car speeding off down the street.