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Loki x (Deaf)Reader One-Shot

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Loki x (Deaf)Reader One-Shot

A Fan-Fiction by SophiaofTerra

          It took all of your willpower not to scream out in agony. The pain was excruciating. All you knew was something knocked you in the head, hard. Now all you felt was the infliction that was brought upon you. You had never felt anything like it. The pain was like a searing fire that pushed its way through your skull. You knew that you were crying, sobbing even, but you couldn’t hear that. You couldn’t even hear your own voice as you comforted yourself.

               You screwed open your eyes to see bodies lying motionlessly around you. Cars were turned over on roads and night lamps were bent in places that were not normal. You tried to pick yourself up, but your body refused to move. So, you just lied there and took in the crystal blue sky.

               And, oddly enough, you knew everything would turn out alright.

               ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

               You opened your eyes to the familiar surroundings of your New York apartment. You had grown accustomed to hearing nothing but your own thoughts. You craved for the sounds of the world, even the annoying chirps of birds at five o’clock in the morning. Ever since the ‘Battle of NY’ (as they liked to call it), you had been deaf. It was hard, especially in the beginning, but in time you learned how to cope. Though you took a few sign language classes, you never learned how to speak it. You found it far too complex and not exactly worth your time. Instead, you just wrote things down on paper.

               Now, one year after that fateful day, you were here.

               You let out a puff of air and try to relax into your bed sheets again. It was, after all, a Sunday morning. You shut your eyes and nuzzled your pillow. After twenty minutes of just lying there, you gave up and opened your eyes again. What you saw before you made you yelp in shock.

               A tall man, perhaps in his late twenties, sat comfortably in your rocking chair. His hair was the color of a raven and was quite long, but feathered out at the end to shorten its appearance. His icy green eyes studied you intently as you hopped up and scrambled backwards. He could detect the fear in your eyes and you watched suspiciously as he attempted to speak with you.

              And sadly, you had no idea what he was saying.

              You blinked in shock as he took your hand in his and tried to calm you down. You were positive that you were having an anxiety attack by now. He still attempted speech with you, but you were preoccupied. You tried reading his lips, but that didn’t work.

              Eventually, you gathered yourself and picked up your paper and pen. You write a quick note and flip it to his view.

              Loki’s Point of View:

              This Midgardian was not listening to a word I was saying. I was still trying to figure out why. She was obviously afraid, as any normal human should be, but she was different. I just couldn’t put my finger on it...

              She grabbed a pad of paper on her bedside and began to scribble something down. I knew not what she was writing, but judging on her serious demeanor it was of importance. She flipped it around so that I could read it.

             “Please don’t kill me!”

             I frowned slightly and thought. If she had heard all of the things that I told her, then she would know that I was not there to harm her, and in fact there to apologize. You see, Odin had thought it good for me to visit a Midgardian occasionally to tell them that I was sorry for my wrong doings. This was my first mission, and it was not going as well as I had previously thought out.

            But wait- if she never heard me, was she deaf?

            Odin had taken my power from me before I had left, so I could not enter her mind. I was about to contact Odin, but it would take time. Instead, I motioned towards the paper. She nodded her head and handed it over carefully.

             I casually write down my response and turn it to face her. “I am not here to harm you. I am Loki, of Asgard, and I have come to apologize.”

             Her face turned to horror and she backed farther and farther away from me. I sighed and wrote something else down.

             “I am truly sorry, (y/n) of Midgard, for my wrong doings to you. I hope that you will accept my apology.”

             As she read it, she gasped a bit. I knew she must be wondering how I knew her name, but she didn’t seem to care all that much. Slowly, she began nodding her head, and I smiled warmly. I got up and sat beside her on the bed. I reached over and pulled her into a hug. She gripped me and cried into my shoulder. I found myself tearing up a bit as well. I never realized how good it felt to be nice.

            In that moment, I asked Odin if I could have my power back. I could practically hear him ponder before a “yes” echoed through my head.

            I pulled away from (y/n) and concentrate on entering her mind. She winced in pain and looked down before I could tell that the connection was established.

            “Hello, (y/n).”

            She looked up at me with bright eyes, full of wonder.

            “How are you doing this, Loki?” Her voice echoed through my head now.

            I laughed a bit before replying. “I know majik. This is one of the many benefits.”

           She opened her mouth and then closed it again in disbelief.

           “So, you are the guy that destroyed my city, huh?”

           I smiled apologetically. “I, as I said before, am truly sorry.”

           She smiled back and teared up. My own face contorted in confusion.

           “Why are you crying, love?”

           She laughed a musical hymn and shook her head. “It’s just so amazing to finally hear something, someone other than my own thoughts.”

           I softened my gaze and smiled. She seemed like a very nice person. I pulled her in for another gentle hug and rubbed her back.

           Reader’s Point of View:

           You pulled away from Loki and stared deep into his entrancing green eyes. They seemed to hold a sadness to them, a sorrow that was hard to mend. You pulled him back and pressed your lips to his. You close your eyes and relish in the moment.

           When you pulled away, Loki was grinning at you. He stood up and heads over to the door. You sat and watched as he waved and opened it.

           As he turned away, you saw him raise his arm again and pull his fingers together like he was about to-

           “SNAP!”

           And he shut the door.

           “Wait... did I just hear that?”

OH SNAP! :D

Haha... Well- here is another one-shot. I didn't exactly like how it came out, but oh well. '^^

Huzzah for Loki fluff! :hug: :love:

Loki is copyrighted by MARVEL. I own the story. ;)

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TheRealKuriniko's avatar
My own thoughts.
They overlap each other sometimes, especially if I was deaf.