[Y/N]'s P.O.V.
"Loki?" I asked quietly. I didn't want anyone to hear me talking to him. Something told me that if they did, it wouldn't be good. He looked down at me. I was sitting on the floor while he stood above me.
"Yes, my dear?" He asked.
"What's your body count?" I asked, looking up at him. "How many people have you killed?" He looked away from me.
"A lot." He answered bluntly. I nodded.
"As many as me?" I was afraid of the answer.
"Nothing near as many as you, my dear." He responded. I looked down and nodded. Silence. Anger bubbled inside me. How could he be so cruel at times? Then something hit me. I wasn't sure what planted the thought in my head but I was sure it was true.
"You're not actually here, are you?" He angled my chin up towards him.
"No, my little pet, I'm not." I blinked a few times.
"You... Pet? Did you call me your pet?" I stood up and pointed my finger at him accusingly. He chuckled. The next second he was gone.
"I think we both know that I did." I laughed lightly. Silence followed. "Yes." Loki spoke after a while. "I'll come for real." My eyes grew wide and I spun around to face him.
"Really?!" I squeaked. He chuckled and nodded.
"Yes. And you're getting better at recognizing my moves." I beamed. "But things may not exactly go as you planned." I shook my head, not caring, and hugged him. He seemed shocked, but, after a moment or two, he hugged back.
"If you aren't here, how can I hug you?" I asked him quizzically.
"It's what I like to call a clone, dear." He told me with a chuckle.
"So when are you coming?" I pulled out of the hug and fell back onto my bed.
"I'll be there as soon as possible. I'm a bit busy at the moment." He responded. "But for now, you go to sleep." I sat up as he began to fade.
"Wait! Loki, please." He stopped. "Please don't leave yet. I don't want to be alone while I sleep." He looked like he was pondering for a moment.
"Yes, pet. I'll stay."

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Broken - Loki x Reader
FanfictionA girl with special powers, mind wiped by Hydra, has to be rescued by the Avengers. She has trouble fitting in and coming to terms with what she's done, but her life takes a turn the second she meets the God of Mischief. Maybe the old trickster has...