Fractured - Loki x Reader - Sequel

[Y/N]'s P.O.V.

    I stared down at Loki's body. It took me a moment to process. When I finally realized what lay before me, I collapsed. Loki in a pool of blood. I knew I had done it. I crawled over to him, ignoring the blood gushing from my neck, and pulled him onto my lap. I moved the hair out of his face. I tried to talk to but all that came out was a gurgling noise. I wiped off the blood from my mouth and coughed.

   "Loki..." I whimpered. "I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I didn't mean it. Come back. Come back. I love you. Come back." I turned to look behind me when I heard a noise. Loki stepped out from behind the wall.

   "Would you mind explaining what the fuck that was about?" He demanded. Tears made vision blurry.

   "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I blubbered. "I didn't mean to. Something happened. I'm sorry." I could feel him probing my mind. He nodded after a moment.

   "Ok, love." He said. "I believe you. Now can you heal your wound?" He took a step towards me. I shook my head and looked at 'Loki's' dead body.

   "No. I won't." I croaked. "I just killed you. I deserve to die." He stepped closer and I backed away. "Don't come near me. I don't want to hurt you." He lunged at me and grabbed my hands. He pressed them over my neck.

   "Heal!" He commanded. I shook my head as little as I could, though it still burned. I blinked and tears slipped past my eyelids. He narrowed his eyes and then summoned one of his knives. He held it over his heart. "Heal or I'll kill myself." My eyes went wide. I quickly started to heal myself and within seconds the wound was gone. He gently pulled my hands away and inspected my neck.

   "I'm sorry..." I whispered softly. He shook his head and hugged me as tight as he could. I hesitantly hugged him back.

    "You nearly gave me a heart attack." He admitted as he kissed the top of my head. I wanted to run away. Terror that I would hurt him pumped through my veins. Then what he had said seeped into my mind. I pushed away and looked up at him.

   "Did you mean it?" I asked. "Did you really mean that no one could love someone with as many murders as me? Did you really mean that you don't love me?" I knew that he hadn't meant it, but something told me he did.

   "Of course I didn't." He said, reaching out a hand to me. I didn't take it. "Please trust me." I would've taken his hand, if I weren't me.

   "I do trust you. I just don't trust me." I wrapped my arms around myself and dug my nails into my arms. Loki sighed and snapped his fingers. The body on the floor, along with its blood, disappeared. The blood on my clothes remained, the reason probably being that it was my own blood. That's when Bucky walked in.