#complusive

To test your new hypothesis, you try wearing your hair in a ponytail, a bun, a chignon, a braid, a French twist, down with a headband, etc. Loki seems pleased with the new hairstyles, but doesn’t mess with your hair anymore.

You wear your hair loose again, only to have Loki gently place the strands behind your ears. An idea occurs to you. You keep talking, casually freeing the strands and allowing them to fall where they may.

“No, don’t do that,” Loki softly half-scolds, tucking the hair back into place. His lips slowly stretch into a kind smile as he looks at his handiwork.

“Why do you do that?” you finally ask him.

Loki cradles your jaw in his hands as he quietly responds.

"Oh my hands are dirty :("

I am not afraid of germs! Or them making me sick. I did a Microbiology lab and _loved it_!!

i lie about the dumbest fucking shit but i have my entire life. just want some help honestly. thats ironic huh. “honestly” wanting help but being a chronic liar. lmao.

i dont know why i do it. attention? like did i not get enough as a child?

my need for constant approval. not being good enough for my family or my family not being good enough for me?

ive done so many fucked up things and it keeps coming back around. at least no one knows who i am on this so i can just let it all out.