If you Love Me...
dearlokigodofmischief:
♔—- A soft frown tugged at Loki’s lips and his anger dissipated almost as quickly as it appeared. Loki wasn’t usually quick to rage and even if he was, he never showed it, but lately, it seemed like he had a harder and harder time clamping down on his emotions. Perhaps he’d just been doing that for so long that it all was bubbling to the surface under so much pressure? Still, he looked moderately ashamed of himself for lashing out in such a hostile fashion. That was hardly appropriate. Especially in the face of seeing the other man afraid of even wary of him, so much so that he took a step back just to get away from him.
“No. I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I didn’t mean to snap at you, I just–” He just what, exactly? “I don’t know. I guess I’m just not feeling much like myself these days. I shouldn’t have done that.”
Hey hey, I get it! I understand completely.
> After all, you had rage contained within you as well. You just had a mask to keep it hidden, keep it under the surface. Maybe this would be a way to get back into his good graces? God, you hope so. How pathetic would it be to just have one friend? How pathetic would it be to have no friends at all? You think you might die if you lost the one person who you could connect to.
If you wanna talk about it, I’m here for you. You don’t have to be alone, you know?










