Loki x reader ( slow burn)

Eat something

"Its okay my love. You still tried."
"Thanks."
"No problem. I told Bruce about the situation. He asked me to give you this."
He handed you couple sheets of paper and a pen.

The title said OCD Fuelled Eating Disorder. You opened it to find a bunch of questions asking you to rate how much you relate to certain things.
"He said writing it down might be more comfortable than speaking to a therapist or something."

You took the pen and started the quiz. The questions really made you really wonder how bad you could've been when it came to eating. Once you finished, you turned over paper, it lying face down and took a deep breath.
"Lokes, I'm done."
He looked up from his book and smiled widely.

"Do I get cuddles now? Three days is far too long."
"Yes my love."
You sat on his lap, straddling him and burying your head in his neck. His hands pulled you in closer by your waist. He lifted one of his hands and stroked your back gently. You placed small kisses on his neck and twirled your fingers in his hair. You kissed along his jaw and finally met his mouth with yours.

The kiss was gentle at first, then the longer it went on for, the more passionate it got. You pulled back slowly, trying to catch your breath.
"God I missed you." You breathed heavily.
"I missed you too. If anything happens again, you tell me alright."
"Okay my love." You gave him a quick peck on the cheek before ruffling his gorgeous hair.

"Can I plait your hair? Please."
"No."
"Please. I thought you loved me."
"I do love you, but you are not plaiting my hair."
"Not even a little one here." You said beginning to plait.
"I guess I don't really have a choice."
"Absolutely not."

As you twisted and turned his hair in your hands, he smiled at your concentrated face and drew patterns on your back with his cold fingers. You tilted your head slightly once you finished. It didn't look horrible, it actually kind of suited him.
"Are you ready to see the finished product"
"Not really, I'm scared."
You summoned a small hand held mirror and held it in front of his face.

He picked up the plait and examined it.
"I don't hate it."
"I knew you would love it." You said kissing his nose and ruffling the rest of his hair. You set the mirror down and searched Loki's eyes, while he searched yours.
"Okay, we better get this to Bruce." He said picking up your test.

"You put me as your in case of emergency. I barely know how pick up a call."
"I can show you the wonders of a phone later. And yeah, I trust you to always be here for me."

-
You dropped off the test in Bruce's office and spent the day teaching Loki how to use a phone.
"Great now just use the letters and type in what you want to listen to."
"What's your favourite song?"
"Almost home by mxmtoon." (Sorry if you don't like this song. Its my favourite.)
He slowly typed it in.

"That one." You said pressing the first song that came up.
"I cant hear it."
"If you press the side button, the volume changes."
He turned up the volume and the melody of the song filled your ears.
"Its quite nice, we listened to this on our date I think."

You nodded and smiled.
"Talking about the date, do you want to go on another?"
"Y/n, I would love nothing more."
There was a knock at the door.

"Come on in."
Bucky came in.
"I told you it would go well if you just told him." He winked at you.
"Anyway Bruce sent me up here."
You glanced quickly at Loki.

"And?"
"He said its only been three days, but the test results came back... strong. I'm really sorry y/n."
"Its fine. I kinda was prepared for a lot worse, so its kind of a relief." You flashed a smile at him.
You stood up and gave him a hug.
"Thank you. But if you ever call me twelve again I will personally send you to hell. Got it?"
"Yes ma'am."

"Ugh, I'm the youngest one in the room by far, and that made me feel so old." You said shoving Bucky out of the door.
Loki laughed his gorgeous laugh and hugged you.
"Y/n, what does twelve mean?"

"At hydra I was the twelfth one to go through this special testing in my facility. I was the only one who survived. I went by twelve for a long time. Look." You said lifting your shirt off.
"Y/n, maybe some warning next time."
"Calm down, see this." You said slightly lifting the bottom part of your bra, showing him the tattoo on your rib cage.
"Yeah."
"They gave it too me when I was fifteen I think when they started the tests."

The tattoo read subject 0012.
"May I?" Loki hovered his fingers over the spot on your rib cage.
"Yeah."
He traced the word and numbers with his fingers.
"Did it hurt?"
"Like a bitch. They had all this different equipment, but not any fucking numbing cream." You laughed slightly.

"Ok you can put your shirt back on now."
"Why, are you getting hot?" You winked.
"No." He rolled his eyes and passed you your shirt.

"So, about the test results."
"Can we not worry about it tonight please Lokes?"
"Okay, but do you want to try to eat some dinner."
"I'll try but no promises."

Loki left and came back 10 minutes later with a bowl of pasta.
"I want you to eat at least two bites, or no cuddles."
"That's not fair."
"Come on."
He passed you the bowl and a fork.

"Do I have to?"
"Yes."
You picked up the fork and picked up some pasta. You chewed on it and swallowed.
"One more."
You brought more pasta to your mouth, as soon as it entered your mouth you felt sick.

You ran to the bathroom and chucked up the contents of your stomach, not that there was much of it anyway. You grabbed the mouthwash and gargled it. The mint made your mouth burn as it collided with the acid. You winced and spat the mouthwash out.
You left the bathroom and picked up the bowl again.
"No y/n. You're done."
"Do I still get cuddles?"
"Always."