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Therapy Fit for a God Chapter 8

Loki/OFC Rated M (may go up to E in future chapters) Trigger Warnings: Angst, talk of suicide, therapy, unhealthy family dynamics, mention of torture and mind control

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Loki’s plans to conquer and rule Midgard have come to a disastrous end. After being captured by the Avengers, he is being held on Earth. Odin has refused to interfere, and the outlook for the God of Mischief appear bleak. His only hope may lie in one mortal woman, a Psychiatric expert brought in to interrogate him.

Dr. Caroline Thorpe is intrigued by Loki and thinks that more lies beneath his actions than is commonly known. Can she find out the truth before he is shipped off to die for crimes against the Earth? And can Loki bring himself to care?

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"So, where were you today?" Caroline asked as they sat down to begin eating the delicious meal she had prepared.

"Why?" Loki replied, deflecting the question out of habit. "Did you miss me?"

"Considering I have no idea where I am and you are the only other person here, yes. I did miss you quite a bit."

She was confoundingly forthright. Loki had expected her to be flustered by his question, or at least embarrassed, but instead her answer was completely practical.

"I can help with one part of that," he told her, leaning over to pull a bottle of red wine out of the bag he had left near the table. "We are in a quiet area in remote Scandanavia."

"Scandinavia?" That did seem to shock her, he was pleased to discover.

"Yes. I have had a residence here going back for some time. It comes in handy on occasion."

"How much time is some?"

"Well, if memory serves, there used to be an altar where they would sacrifice village virgins to me within half a day's walk from here."

"Really?" she squeaked, eyes going big.

"Of course not," he chuckled uncorking the bottle without need of a corkscrew. "What would I want with a virgin? You mortals are much more fun to play with when you've had a bit of practice. But there was a temple to me quite close. A small town sits there now. I ventured out to get us some supplies and take the pulse of the area."

"And?" she prompted after several minutes as he returned to his meal, a satisfied smile on his face. She really was marvelously fun to tease.

"And they were distressingly short on sweets. There was once an old woman who made the most delicious confections. Apparently, she passed on and none of her children took up her craft. A travesty if ever there was one."

"Loki!" she came close to snapping.

"Yes, my dear?" he asked obnoxiously, raising his brow.

"What did you find out about the pulse of the area, as you put it? Is anyone looking for us?"

"I'm sure they are, but they have not found us yet, nor even come close. As far as I know, not even Thor knows the location of this place. Oh, he is aware I have a hideaway somewhere in this part of the world, but he can barely keep track of his own homes, much less mine. It will take quite some time for anyone to track us down. I would think we can live here quite comfortably for a decade or so."

Really, a decade living with Caroline would hardly be the worst fate he could wish for. The dinner was excellent, she was a lively conversationalist when she wasn't trying to delve into his worst memories, and he was sure that he could find many pleasurable activities for the two of them to pass the time.

"A decade? I can't stay here for a decade!" she burst into his imaginings.

"Why not? I assure you, I have more than enough funds to keep the two of us quite cozily for as long as we need. And if you get antsy, we can always use the Tesseract to pop off to Paris or perhaps Venice. As long as I altered our appearance a bit short trips after some time would be safe enough."

"Loki, I have a job! I have patients! I can't just abandon them!" she insisted.

"I hate to point this out, dear doctor," he said with a sigh that he almost meant, "but I very much doubt you have any patients left after your actions yesterday."

"They will blame me, won't they," she looked down at her plate and set her fork next to it, her face taking on an expression that went straight to a part of his chest he tried to keep locked away.

"I fear so. You broke into Fury's office, stole the keys to my bindings and the Tesseract, and gave them to me, enabling my escape. I regret to say that very few people will be able to see any good in those actions."

"It does sound bad when you put it that way," she admitted.

"Perhaps you could convince them that I had mind controlled you, but only if they are even more stupid than I give them credit for. And that is very, very stupid."

"No, I wouldn't do that. I committed my actions of my own free will, and I would do the same if the situation presented itself again. I will not have them adding manipulating me to your list of false crimes."

He was touched but really, he didn't much care what those fools thought. They already laid so many sins at his door, what was one more? Still, he liked that Caroline was insistent that everyone know she was with him of her own free will. The idea that a woman as intelligent and well respected as she would choose to champion Loki to the point of breaking several laws for him was a balm to his bruised ego.

"Are you sure I did not manipulate you?" he asked perversely, trying to test her for reasons beyond his understanding. "Maybe I am not the innocent you think me to be."

To his surprise, Caroline looked at him and burst out laughing at his suggestion. Loki drew back, affronted that a mortal, even one as charming as she, would have the audacity to laugh at him.

"You look like a cat that sprayed with the hose," she giggled, staring at him as he continued to bristle. "Loki, I think you about as far from 'innocent' as a person could be!"

"Then why help me?" he asked sulkily.

"Because not innocent does not mean guilty," she sobered a bit. "At least, not of the crimes they wanted to accuse you of. You might be, make that are, full of mischief and a nightmare for anyone wanting to maintain order of any sort, but you are not evil. I've seen evil. It's people who want to watch the world burn and view the suffering as sport. Who find entertainment in the suffering of those who never did them any harm. Not because of past trauma, but just because they like the power it gives them to keep others down. That is not you."

"Are you so sure?" he asked quietly. "Others would disagree with you."

"They would be wrong," she said with a surety he wished he shared. "You don't hate others, Loki. You hate yourself."

"Nonsense," he said quickly, scowling. "I am divine."

"Even though you are a Frost Giant?" she asked, prodding where he was most sensitive.

"I might hate my origins, dear doctor, but I have surpassed them. They do not define who I am."

He wanted to stop this conversation. It was spoiling the evening he had been hoping for.

"I sincerely wish that so," she replied, looking him in the eye. "Someday, I will be the first in line to congratulate you for achieving that state. But if that is the case, why were you so upset when you thought I was taunting you with the snowman?"

"A reflexive reaction, nothing more," he tried to shrug off the incident.

"You don't have to hide from the truth, Loki. Not from me. You loathe the fact that you were born Jotun."

"Well, wouldn't you?" he snapped, rising and bringing his plate to the sink so that he could evade her eyes.

"I don't know," she shrugged, following with her own dish. "I have no idea what Jotuns are like. They don't exactly teach courses on them here."

"You are fortunate. They are hideous, dull beasts. Interested only in war and destruction."

"Interesting," she hummed, "that's almost how you described Thor."

"It's different!"

"How?" she pressed.

"It just is! I can't explain it. If you are so interested, I'm sure the inter-realm species encyclopedia on the bookshelf could enlighten you on their many wonderous qualities. Now, if you will excuse me, I have had a long, tiring day. I think a soak in the tub would do me a world of good. Just leave the dishes in the sink, I will magic them clean later."

With that, he swept from the room, his good mood long since abandoned. Honestly! Why couldn't the woman just let things be? Why did she have to poke and prod at the areas he least wanted to think about. There was nothing he could do about his Jotun blood. It was a truth of biology. That said, it did not mean that he had to wallow in it. Could Caroline not put aside being a therapist for one evening and let them enjoy a meal?

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Well, that had not gone very well. Caroline had honestly not meant to harangue Loki about his origins over dinner! Especially not after his reaction to her snowman. But he was so obviously hurting that she just could not sit back and ignore his pain.

There was so much in the Alien God to admire. He was smart, charming, quick, and at least in his present form devastatingly handsome. It was tragic to her that he could see none of this himself. Or, no, that was not quite true. Loki did obviously see those traits in himself. He was even more than a touch vain about them in fact. But he clearly didn't believe them to be enough that anyone else would see him as worthy. Silently, and not for the first time, she cursed his father under her breath for his atrocious parenting.

And yet, people across the galaxy seemed to think that Odin was a model ruler. Forget the fact that he had emotionally damaged both of his sons by setting goals for them that they were destined to spend their lives failing to live up to. Loki, she was sure of it, would never do that to his child. He would be kind and gentle with a son or daughter, letting them find their own strengths, forge their own paths. Thinking of him with a serious, dark haired little girl, Caroline felt her stomach flip over in a disturbing fashion. He would make an excellent parent, she had no doubt.

And an absolutely impossible coparent, she told herself sternly. A person would have to be unendingly patient to put up with him. He would beyond a doubt drive his lover to distraction.

But wasn't sanity overrated anyhow? a traitorous voice in her head whispered.

Determined to stave off this line of thinking, she wandered into the living room and knelt down in front of the large shelves of books. She hadn't paid much attention to them earlier, but now she felt like a kid in a candy store. The titles were all new to her, and happily most of them were in English. She wondered for a moment if they really were, or if there was some Asgardian translation magic involved, but either way she would be able to keep herself occupied for some time with the selections before her.

Deciding that Loki's idea was not such a bad one, she searched through the volumes until she found a book purporting to chronicle the cultures of every species in the nine realms. Pulling out the huge book, she settled herself down on the couch and began thumbing through. The bits she saw regarding Asgard did not do much to change her opinion of the militaristic society, although they did seem to have a good science establishment. She decided to come back to it later, and instead flipped ahead until she came to the chapter on Jotuns.

"Ah, there you are."

Startling from the page, Caroline looked up, completely befuddled. She had lost track of all time, so engrossed had she become in the book. Now she realized that she had come almost to the end of the lengthy section on Frost Giants, and her mind was spinning with all of the information she had taken in.

Tearing her eyes away, she looked up to Loki looming over the sofa and her breath caught in her throat. He was inches away from her, dressed only in a pair of low-slung pants of soft green material. It was obvious from the quick glance she had as her eyes traveled up the length of him that he was not wearing anything underneath them, as she could clearly see the outline of what was a dauntingly long piece of anatomy through them. His pale chest was bare, showing clearly the well defined muscles that she had felt when he held her in his arms. Several scars were just barely visible on his skin, and knowing what she did about his healing powers, she winced thinking about what could possibly have left them. His dark hair was still damp, and fell curling around his face, softening his features somewhat. He was beyond any human words for beautiful that she could think of.

"Hi," she said, stupidly, and swore silently at herself.

"You look ridiculous in my clothing," he told her, making her feel even more like some poor rodent in comparison to his glorious appearance. "Here, I bought you some more suitable garments in town today. They should fit - I was able to remember how you felt - but if not, I can always altar them."

"You sew?" she blinked at him as her mind grimaced at how heavy he must have thought her. Not that she was huge, but she was not one of the little waifish girls that men seemed to love to toss about.

"I do not," he sounded offended.

"Then how..."

With a raised brow, Loki made a small gesture and the blanket she was curled up in became the size of a napkin and then changed back again. Of course. He had magic. She was a colossal idiot.

"Right. Well, Thank you. I will pay you back for them."

"No need. You saved my life. I think a new wardrobe is the least I can do for you in return."

He seemed to have recovered some of his good humor, she was happy to see. Even if it came at her expense, it was nice to see him smile. Standing up, she took the collection of bags that he was holding out to her. From the looks of it, he had bought out every clothing store in the town.

"Um," she hated how nervous she sounded, just from being so close to him in his partially undressed state, "I assume there is something for bed?"

He nodded, a small smile on his face. Of course there would be. Stupid question.

"Well then, I'll just go change and then I think I will turn in. Would you mind if I took the foam pillow from the bedroom? It was particularly comfy."

"What do you mean?" he asked. "Take it where?"

"Out here," she gestured to the couch. "You are obviously too big for the... couch."

Caroline felt her face grow warm as her mind drifted to what parts of him would obviously be too big for. Or maybe not quite too big, she thought, treacherously. The smug tilt of his mouth showed all too clear that he had caught her errant thought, and she squirmed even more.

"You are my guest," he insisted, hands on his hips emphasizing the triangle shape of his torso. "I cannot allow you to sleep on the sofa."

"Cannot allow?" that was better, she could channel her discomfort into affront. "I don't recall asking for you permission."

"This is my home," he countered. "My mother would disown me."

"Perhaps you should stop worrying so much about what your parents think of you," she felt a small sting of conscience for resorting to such a low blow, but it was hard to think straight when so much of him was right there.

"Unsporting, Caroline," he retorted. "I will not be moved on this. You will sleep in the bed."

"And I say that is stupid because I am a foot shorter than you at least and you will sleep in the bed."

"Then it looks as though we will be sharing," he sniped.

"Fine by me," she spit back in reply, refusing to give in.

"After you, my dear," he waved his arm towards the bedroom.

"If you wait for me to go in and then sleep out here, I will make you regret it," she warned him, eyes narrowing.

"I was merely going to allow you privacy to change. But if you prefer..." he began to walk towards the bedroom.

"No!" she squeaked out. "I trust you. But if you are not in in five minutes, I am coming out to get you."

"Oh, don't worry," his grin did unsettling things to her. "I will be there."

Caroline held the bags close and tromped into the bedroom. What, she wondered, mind reeling, had she just gotten herself into?

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writingfics-passingtime · 2 years

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜

Hi sweet anon, and to @mystictf who also sent me this lovely ask. What an interesting question!

I think my five favourite, in no particular order, would have to be:

Safe House

Off the Record

Mischief Meets His Match

Innocent

Sleepyhead

Love spreading the self-love 💜

#Answered #thanks anon!#thanks mystictf!#Do any of these surprise you?#If I’m being honest I do think Safe House is my favourite #Couldn’t tell you why #It just is #It could be because I liked writing grief for the first time #Orrrrr maybe it’s shirtless Loki #Who knows with me

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zylice · 5 days

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Not a bad view to fall asleep to! 😉

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thefallenbibliophilequote · 2 years

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Oh my.

Guys

Spencer's hair turns curly when wet/sweaty

I think I'm gonna have a heart attack

Oh gods

#he looks so hot #and he is fucking shirtless too #loki's watching leverage #loki is posting

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gaysonofagun · 6 months

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Tom Hiddleston🤤🤤

#sexy male nips #six pac abs #cute boys #muscle stud #shirtless men #hot male #sexyboys #beautiful men #ai art #hairy muscle #loki #loki series #gay hot #tom hiddleston #shirtless #huge pecs

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worstloki · 1 year

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Loki can't grow a beard but on the opposite spectrum no buff hero in the MCU has been able to grow body hair. Every single shirtless scene with Captain America, Star Lord and Thor they've been akin to hairless cats below the neckline and greased ready for pig wrestling. Loki did not get the same memo and won the most chest hair award by doing the bare minimum just by having it when he was locked in Asgards dungeons.

sooooooo true

#Loki won by virtue of not having a shirtless scene I think #for the others you can confirm a lack of hair #for Loki you have issues denying it

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spicyhiddles · 9 months

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Wounded | Loki x Reader

A/N: The reader checks on Loki in his chambers following a heated argument between Loki and Thor. Finding Loki shirtless and drenched in sweat, tears streaming down his cheeks, the reader tries to comfort him, tending to his wounds.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Mild cursing, trauma, triggers

You hear shouting from down the hall. You know instantly it is Thor and Loki. They argue almost every day, often wounding each other. You’ve gotten so accustomed to their daily squabbles that you’ve started to ignore them. But today, something is different. You hear a loud bang, then, nothing. Complete silence.

Worried, you rush out of your room, running down the hallway, almost tripping over the carpet more than once. You almost run full force into Thor, but manage to stop mere inches from him.

“Thor? What Happened? Where’s Loki?”. Your Voice is shaking as you speak between heavy breaths.

“I…” Thor looks down. He lowers his voice, so much that you can hardly make out what he’s saying.

“I didn’t mean to hurt him.”

You don’t wait for him to say another word. You push past him, ignoring his protests and pleas to let it be.

When you reach Loki’s room, you don’t even knock. You practically kick the door down, desperate to make sure Loki is okay. You freeze when you see him.

He is sitting hunched over on the edge of his bed, head in his hands, sweat dripping down his bare stomach. His eyes dart up suddenly to meet your gaze. Your heart breaks at the sight. Tears run down his cheeks. You can’t tell if they are from physical or emotional pain, or both.

“Loki…” Your voice is barely above a whisper. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes.

Loki looks down, taking a deep, shaky breath. He winces, drawing your attention to a large wound running across his chest, stretching from his collarbone to the base of his rib cage. It’s hardly bleeding, but the skin around the wound is almost purple. It looks almost as if it’s a burn. Then it hits you. It’s already begun to heal, but it is clearly an electrical burn. If he weren’t a god, he’d be dead.

“Damnit Thor,” you spit. You raise your voice, causing Loki to flinch.

You cautiously approach him, watching closely for any reaction from him. He watches you intensely. His expression is guarded, but he makes no attempt to move away from you.

“Loki. I’m so sorry.” Your voice is soft. Loki lifts his gaze to meet yours, surprised.

“Why are you apologizing. You didn’t do this.” He gestures to the wound on his chest. The sudden movement makes him wince.

You reach out to touch his shoulder, but pause when he leans slightly away from you. You lift your hand to cup his chin in it, gently turning his head so his gaze meets yours. You delicately stroke his cheek with your thumb, wiping a fresh tear away. You hold his gaze. He gives you a slight smile.

“Loki?” You lower your hand, holding it just inches from his wound. He flinches slightly, even though you haven’t touched it yet. You stand up.

“I’ll be right back. Promise.”

You walk into the bathroom, grabbing the softest washcloth you can find, and dampening it in cold water.

When you return to Loki’s room, you find him leaning back on the headboard, his head tipped back against the wall. His hand rests cupped protectively over his wounded chest. You sit quietly beside him.

“See? I told you I’d be right back.”

He lifts his head slightly to look at you.

“I didn’t doubt it Y/N. You’ve always been here when I need you. I’ve never had someone like that in my life before.” He smiles.

“Loki? Do you trust me?” You look intensely into his eyes. He laughs, causing him to cough. He winces.

“May I?” Your gaze falls onto his hand, which covers his wound. He follows your gaze.

He nods, moving his hand to rest on the bed beside him. You smile. You hold the washcloth just above the base of the wound, pausing to check his expression. His eyes are squeezed shut, anticipating the pain.

“Loki. Look at me please.” Your voice is soft and quiet.

Loki slowly opens his eyes, blinking at you. You lower the washcloth, mere centimeters from his wounded skin. He closes his eyes again. You gently stroke his cheek with the back of your free hand.

“Loki. It’s alright. I’ll be gentle. You know I will.” Brushing a stray curl behind his ear, you add, “I promise it won’t hurt.”

Loki relaxes, and you gently press the damp cloth to the base of the wound. Loki flinches, his whole upper body tensing. You remove the cloth from his skin.

“It doesn’t hurt does it?” You gently take his hand in yours. He shakes his head.

“No. Just…” he takes a deep breath, wincing as his chest rises. You squeeze his hand reassuringly.

“You don’t need to explain. I know.” You wait for him to relax completely before pressing the cloth to his skin again.

This time, Loki doesn’t flinch or tense up, but instead relaxes more and more as you gently press the cold, damp cloth to his skin, moving it slowly up the wound until you’ve covered the whole thing. You then slowly work your way back down the wound. Loki relaxes more and more every second. He lets out a content sigh.

“Thank you Y/N,” he breathes, “for taking care of me.” He looks up at you slowly with sleepy eyes. He smiles appreciatively.

You finish cleaning the wound, then toss the dirty cloth. You meet Loki’s gaze. There is something in his eyes you can’t quite place, something you’ve never seen in them before. He sits up, obviously feeling a lot better after the special treatment.

“Y/N…” He looks serious all of a sudden.

“Loki, what is it?” You cannot hide the worry in your voice.

He holds your gaze, taking a deep breath.

“It was about you.”

You swallow. You think you know what he’s referring too, but you need to be sure.

“What was about me?” Loki sighs.

“The argument between me and Thor. It was about you.”

Next part coming soon…

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anastasiabowe · 4 months

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“…ᴀᴏᴍɪɴᴇ.”

Aomine was playing basketball with random people at the basketball courts down the block from his house. You were walking with friends, when you saw him dominating them all.

You gasp and run to the tall fence that surrounded the court.

“Aominichi!” Your pretty voice called out to him. Your friends giggling at the other men who were shirtless and sweaty.

He looked back at you and his energy was… off, but you obviously didn’t notice!

You ran around to where the fence gate was, and your friends followed in awkwardness. You ran to the bench where his stuff was, and he walked over to you, looking a bit annoyed.

“Can you not be here right now…” he looked off to his left and it seems like he was a bit embarrassed you were here.

“I wanna watch you play!” Your bright smile beamed at him, his gloomy cloud not faltering around his head.

“I kinda came here to play to get my mind of things, and you are kind of not helping.”

“Well, I promise I won’t say anything!” Your voice was getting whinier, babier, and he wanted to yell at you so you can take a hint.

“Please, just go do something else away from me.” His voice didn’t sound so cautious anymore, he sounded mean.

“But aomi-“

“Y/n, can you ever just get the fucking hint? Right now I don’t want to hang out with you, I don’t want to hear you, I don’t want to see you!” His voice raised, and your friends looked at him in annoyance.

Your friend tizzy understood him, but understood you more so she helped you up and walked you away, your other friend Kira glared at him.

“Still got a small dick I see,” She spat and looked him up and down. “Fucking bitch.” She walked away towards you both and you were now holding back tears.

Aomine pinched his bridge and turned back to the game. Everyone looked a bit upset at him, not a single person in the mood to play the fun game they were before.

“What?” He annoyingly asked them.

“Who talks to their girl like that? Especially a cute one?” One said.

“Yeah dude, you’re lucky you have a girl that wants to spend time with you.” Another said.

“Would hate to date someone like you.” One whispered.

“Right.” Another agreed.

Aomine rolled his eyes, but truly, he knows they’re right.

“Y/n, please stop crying! He’s probably just in some mood!” Tizzy rubbed your back at a bench far far far from the basketball court.

“He-he’s always in ‘some mood’!” I wiped my eyes, and Kira looked like she was about to kill someone.

“He’s such a dick! You are such a great person, and he is basically using you. I think you should have dated Kagami or some rival of his.” Kira angrily said.

“No, I-I love Aominichi!” My tears finally drying up.

Kira cringed. “He doesn’t deserve to be called ‘Aominichi’,” she mocked in a Whitney voice, not mocking you though.

“Thanks guys, I-i think I wanna go home for now.” I softly said, standing up.

“Do you want us to hang with you, or do you want some alone time?” Tizzy offered.

“I just wanna play with Loki and be alone.” I smiled. They hugged me and we parted ways.

I had walked down to the train and got on. My phone dinged and I looked at it.

Aominichi💗: Hey, can we talk?

I opened the message and closed it, I wanted him to know I read his message but don’t care. Yeah, it hurt to do that, I love talking with him, but again, like many times, he hurt me and I can’t give in to that!

Another ding.

Aominichi💗: come on Y/n don’t ignore me😒

I opened it again and closed it.

I finally reached my house, and outside was Aomine.

“Shit.” I groaned to myself. I walked through my gate and right part him, I didn’t even give him a glance. I opened my door and tried to shut it, but he pushed it open.

“Y/n, talk to me.” He sounded irritated. Good.

“I have nothing to say to you, Aomine.” The name you gave him struck his heart. Yeah it’s his name, but you’ve never, no matter how upset you were, you never called him by his actual name.

“Y/n, come on-“

“I have nothing to say to you.” I grabbed Loki and sat on my couch. The white cat glared at Aomine, knowing he did something wrong.

Aomine stood there like “🧍🏻”.

I looked at him, heart hurting. I’m not a cold person, this kills me more than it kills him.

“I’m sorry,” He finally said. I looked at him and wanted to hug him, but no. “You know how I get!”

“Mhm.” At this point my cold facade was faltering, tears burning at the back of my eyes. My throat was starting to close and tense.

He walked over to me and got on his knees.

“I love you so much, please forgive me.” His hands clasped together and his eyes wide.

“If you loved me you wouldn’t treat me so bad.” A pout formed on my face, slowly giving into his apology.

“I know, I’ll work on it.”

After looking at him, seeing him on his knees asking for forgiveness was not like him, so I guess I could forgive him.

“Alright, I forgive you.” I smiled and his face lit up, but then a smug look appeared on his face.

“Yep. Don’t think I’m getting on my knees for you ever again.” He hopped on his feet and leaned over to kiss me.

“But seriously, I’ll work on my attitude.”

“I know you will.” I smiled and he rolled his eyes.

“Also never call me Aomine again. Doesn’t sound right coming from you.” His face cringed at his own name.

“Yeah, yeah, you big baby.”

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