t h i r d p . o . v

You walked into the kitchen, Groaning in paint as you hit your side, Re-opening the wound on your stomach.

"Shit.." You say, Putting a hand to your stomach, Falling to the ground, Due to blood loss. You reached for a towel, Almost grabbing it, before falling back on the ground. You hear footsteps, so you stay still for a moment before seeing Loki come down the stairs.

"Shit!" He yells, After Seeing you on the floor. He rips off his shirt, You noticing all the scars scattered across his muscular torso.

He brings his shirt to your side, Picking you up and carrying you to his room. "Loki, I'm fine.."you say, Attempting to stand, after he had put you down, But fell in the process. "No you're not.." he said, Helping you up and to the bathroom. He grabbed the bandages from the cabinet above his sink.

He grabs a cloth, Wetting it, and placing it on your stomach, causing you to let out a small Yelp. "Did I hurt you?" He said, Backing up, mouthing sorry. "No, Loki..You're fine, Just..continue." You say, grabbing his arm, And placing the hand with the cloth in it, on your stomach.

He bit his lip as he concentrated on cleaning the wound, while your eyes rested on his figure. "Why don't you take a picture, It'll last longer.." he said, Quietly. You let out a small laugh.

He sends you a small smile, before wrapping your stomach. "So, If you just put pressure on it, It should be fine." He said, Finishing up. You nod, the tip of your tongue peaking out of your mouth, as you concentrated on the males muscular figure.

Not thinking, You places a hand on his chest, Examining all the scars. They weren't self harm, and they weren't battle wounds. The were something different.

He took your hand away, Avoiding eye contact with you.

"S-Sorry.." You say, Gripping his hand, A little tighter. "No, You're ok.." he said, Looking at you, The ground, then back at you. "Loki?" You say, Looking up at the much taller figure. "You have really nice eyes.." you say, pulling his face down, so you could see them better, causing him to let out a small chuckle.

You two stared into each other's eyes, Your cheeks turning bright red in the process.

"Can I try something?" You ask. He nods raising an eyebrow. You pulled him closer, Putting your lips on his, Kissing him passionately, Smiling when he kissed back. He depended the kiss, Picking you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, Not breaking the kiss.

He put you down on his bed, Separating his lips from yours. "Well?" He said, Smirking slightly. You roll your eyes. "You're not going to just leave it there, Right?" He asks. You shake your head, Pulling him closer, Connecting your lips, Once again.