One Shots

Loki- Life Line

A/N: Trigger warning and some major feels.

Life Line

I was walking home with the groceries. It was a warm sunny day like any other day in June. As I walked I thought about how I met my new roommate, Loki. I was grateful for him, he was a blessing to me. I lived alone, my family was far away and didn't have much contact and I had no friends. I knew Loki wasn't as thrilled as I was to be here as I was to have him.

I had the feeling his family had something to do with it. I think like me he was depressed, he just wouldn't talk to me. I walked into my apartment to see something I never wanted to see; Loki holding a gun. "LOKI! NO!" I shouted and ran over to him and placed my hands on the gun, preventing it from firing. The hammer pinched my skin between my thumb and index finger. "Fuck!" I yelled in pain.

"What the hell Loki?" The groceries I had dropped in the doorway were unimportant at the moment, Loki was all that mattered. I pulled the gun from him, he pretty much let go when he saw I was bleeding. I cleared the gun and moved it from his reach. "You could've talked to me Loki."

"Nobody needs or wants me," Loki said.

"I need you, I want you here," I said pulling him closer to me. "I think we have more in common than you think Loki." He just looked at me. "You being here has helped me a lot so please, let me help you."

"I don't think you understand, no one does," Loki said turning away. I knew he was crying. I could feel his pain as my own, being an empath. My family thought I was overly dramatic and overly sensitive. They just didn't understand I could sense and feel things on another level.

"Loki, I don't see my family nor do I hear from them. I don't have friends, the only living beings I considered friends died recently, my cat and my dog. I don't have any other friends, I got tired of doing all the work to maintain a one-sided relationship. I am alone and suffer from depression. You coming into my life has been the best thing to happen to me. I couldn't be any more grateful. You make me smile, you make me happy. I won't ever leave you, so please, don't leave me."

"People always leave," Loki said. Most people did, my life story confirmed that. I was alone. Loki was all I had now. I quite liked him. He could make laugh, and he knew books.

"I was only the first to leave in one of my relationships and it was because that person wasn't a good friend, all the other times I tried and tried to make it work to the point where I was beating a dead horse. If you have my loyalty, I won't give up." I pulled him to me as we sat down on the floor. I held him close to me and tangled one hand in his hair. I knew I was getting some blood on his clothes from where the gun had pinched me but I didn't care right now. I wasn't letting go.

"After the things I've done no one would stay, not even someone as understanding as you," Loki said refusing to look at me.

"I already know about New York, I was there. We met that day, you looked right at me as I used my body to shield a child and you used the weapon you had to take out the alien that was about to kill me. I knew then that you were being forced, I could tell by the look in your eyes."

"That's why you took me in when no one else would," he replied.

"I owed you at least that much. Everyone deserves to tell their side of the story, if the stories we have of Odin are true I doubt he gave you a chance to explain." He looked at me and wrapped his arms around me. "Where the devil did you even find the gun? I don't own one," I said.

"I took it from your neighbor," he said looking at me.

"The crazy old man next door who thinks everyone is out to get him?" I asked hoping he said no.

"Yeah," he said guiltily.

"Fuck," I muttered. That man was crazier than a pet coon. He needed some meds or they needed to be adjusted. "Never ever do something like this again, please Loki. I know one person may not seem like a lot, but for me, you're that one person. Let me be that person for you. Each other's lifeline."

He nodded, "how are you going to return the gun?"

"I'll figure something out."

"I think your groceries are ruined," he said giving a slight smile and looking up at me.

"You're more important," I said pulling him closer as he started to tear up again.