A You Problem
(The gif isn’t exactly what I wanted, but it’s close enough. Please disregard the dirt on his face and shirt. This has no bearing on the story.)
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Summary: Loki periodically has to return to Asgard, in Thor’s company, to give a ‘progress report’ to Odin. It’s inferred that he’s on probation while on Earth. After each visit, he comes back to the Tower angry at the circumstances, and at Odin. It takes some time for him to calm down, but after this particular visit, he lashes out at you, with devastating results.
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“That sounds like a you problem.”
Loki’s last words to you replayed over and over in your head. You wiped tears as you stared out the window.
After his words lashed over you, he’d left and slammed the door so hard that the whole house shook. It was a wonder that the doorframe hadn’t broken into pieces. You were left staring at the door, stunned.
Once he stormed out, you waited to see if he’d return, but after an hour, with no call or text, you numbly packed a bag, got into your car and began to drive.
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“That sounds like a you problem.”
Loki groaned and sat up in his bed at the reminder from the previous evening. He wasn’t sure what had possessed him to say such a thing, but the words had erupted from his mouth, and now the damage was done. He’d stayed awake the whole night, staring at the ceiling, and wondered how he would ever make this right.
He’d been to Asgard with Thor in order for Odin to receive a status update, of sorts, which never went well, for him, anyway. Odin always found a way to remind him of his transgressions, and to needle him a bit. As a result, Loki was angry and defensive, and usually those closest to him suffered. Thor normally would ignore him, or otherwise manage to diffuse him before he took his anger out on you.
It usually worked, but not this time. He was positively fuming when he came to your house. You were your sweet, kind self, but he simply couldn’t let go of his anger toward Odin.
First, he demanded whiskey, and drank directly from the bottle, after ignoring the glass you’d offered. Then you shared your takeout meal, even though it wasn’t quite enough for the both of you.
After he’d eaten, you sat beside him, and reached for his hand.
“Do you want to talk about —“
“NO.”
“I can’t help you if you won't talk to me.”
“That sounds like a you problem.” With that, he stormed out of the house before you could reply.
The look on your face still haunted him, and the regret threatened to overwhelm him.
He groaned again, and ran his fingers roughly through his hair, and pulled out a few strands. He forced himself to shower and get dressed, since it was early enough where he could get to your house before you left for work. So, he had one of Stark’s people drive him there.
Once he let himself in with his key, he looked around briefly. He’d tried calling several times, with no answer. He didn't really expect one, given the way he’d acted, but he hoped to talk to you.
The house was quiet, so he called your name as he looked around. The food containers and whiskey bottle were still on the coffee table, which he thought was odd, because you usually cleaned up promptly.
He went to the bedroom, and noticed immediately that the bed hadn’t been slept in. There were a few pieces of clothing scattered across the coverlet, and the closet door was open.
The sense of foreboding went from bad to worse when he found that the garage was empty. He went back to the living room, and uneasily looked around again.
There was every indication that you had left after he’d stormed out. Your purse was gone, and there weren’t any breakfast dishes in the sink.
Then he saw the ring that you’d left behind. It was a token of his affection, although a Midgardian could interpret it as an engagement ring. Neither of you were to the point of talking about marriage, but you were as exclusive as you could get with a relationship of close to two years.
In a panic, he tried calling you again, and also sent several text messages. Finally, he returned to the Tower to talk to Stark.
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The prompt came from a drabble by @theaudacitytowrite
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