Loki x Reader: The Man Behind the Mask - Chapter 3

“There. Finally”

As you undid the leather straps by force, you now faced a muscular front painted with different shades of red and blue. Every bruise, every scar, and every wound told a different story. You wondered what he had been through in order to be so damaged physically, as well as emotionally it seemed. For the latter he wasn’t showing it but you could feel it.

Your facial expression changed from tormented to playful.

“Charming... How did you get these?”

“It is a long story which I will not utter here. What caused you to appear like so?”

“Why did I choose this look you mean? It’s complicated… In fact it’s becau-”

He interrupted you.

“Oh please do tell me about your entire lifetime experience instead of tending to my wounds.”

“Right, sorry.”

What an ass. I should have left him there, at least he would have tended to himself perfectly the way he wanted to. Mentally throwing off insults of varied compositions, you remained calm on the outside.
You bandaged him as well as you could and gave him a pillow, so he could rest his head on a more comfortable material.

“There you go, I have a feeling that you might be tired so I’ll just leave you. Feel free to shout if you need anything.”

You slowly began to get up, when he grabbed your wrist.

“What motivated you to do this?”

“Well using bandages is the basic starter for healing broken ribs.”

He brutally yanked your wrist.

“Don’t mock me! I shall not repeat myself!”

Now utterly crossed, you retorted:
“Fine! You really have no sense of humor. Why did I help you? I saw you collapse, covered with bruises, cuts and countless other injuries. I saw you vulnerable and as breakable as a child. Did you want me to ignore you and let you suffer by yourself?!”

He softened his grip and remained silent as his eyes grew darker.

You sighed.

“I know you must have been through a lot, but you don’t need to be so distrustful. If I had wanted to hurt you, do you really think I would have taken you in and tended to your wounds?”

He let his hand be removed from your wrist. With one last lingering look, you retreated to the stairs.

“What is your name?”

You stopped in your course, one hand on the handrail. Absently, you told him with your back turned.

“Thank you (y/n)...”