Unfiltered // Loki x Reader

While he sat on the edge of his bed, much more calm compared to earlier, he wondered about his out burst in your room. Feelings of guilt began to settle quickly in the pit of his stomach. He put a hand to his head; his elbow propped on his leg, then he sighed.

You sat in a corner in the kitchen, on the floor, tears rolling down your cheeks quicker than you could breathe. You couldn't understand what was making you cry, but you were. You were frustrated that you didn't know, glad you were back home, happy to see Loki, joyous that everyone was safe, guilty that you split Thor and Loki. The emotions were too much for you to handle right now. Your head ghosted above your knees as you felt your tears fall and soak into your trousers. Your heated eyes hurt, from the rough way you continuously tried to rub away the tears. Your finger tips pressed against your scalp, hair through your fingers, as you felt suffocated by emotions.

Thor stood, he needed a drink. He walked to the kitchen, slowing down as he heard quiet sobs.

You needed a drink. Anything would be better than sitting here feeling like this. You changed into something a bit more suitable, and ran to the elevator to get out.

Thor watched you, wide eyed, running across the room in a basic top and trousers. He rubbed his eyes, for a moment, and looked up. You weren't there, he could no longer hear quiet sobs, he binked for a solid second and went for a glass of water; he needed sleep.

You walked out of the tower and to a pub — one that you and Stark (-or, Tony) had visited quite a while ago.

When you got there, you went over to the bar; taking a seat on an empty row of bar stools. You ordered a drink, one that you had liked from your last visit and thanked the bartender — when it arrived. Although, you had to admit, you felt a little like Stark, you pushed it aside and drank your emotions away.