The person who had suggested this wished to remain anonymous, and didnt have any name that they wanted me to use. In place of a name, I will use the abbreviations (d/n) for dead name (y/n) (l/n) for first/last name, or (n/n) for nickname. I apologize if it ends up a bit long/confusing. Please enjoy. ❤
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I woke up next to Loki, wanting to just melt into his arms. But that morning, the whole world felt darker than normal. Even blurry in a sense. Nothing felt right. Not that I wanted to tell him about it. I cuddled close into his chest. His welcoming scent lingering in my nose.  He smelled like home.

"Mmm...good morning, darling." I buried myself deeper into his flesh. "Nooo..." I moaned softly. "No what?" I felt his cool hand against my warm back. "I don't want you to leave..." My words linger in the air a bit longer than I think they should have. "Can...can we stay here? Please?" His sigh filled my ears. His velvety voice left me heartbroken with the words that left his mouth.

"You know we can't."

He softly nudged me off of him, pulling his clothes back on from the night before. "Your parents cant find out about me. They'd hurt you." I didn't want to look at myself, but I'd gladly look at him. I slowly crawled over, wrapping my arms around his waist and kissing his neck.

"Just please dont leave me alone again..."

He pauses, slowly placing his hand on mine. "I wont. I promise. But I need to go. You know what my brother's like... And my father." He lifts my hand, lacing his fingers between mine before leaving a soft kiss. "I love you, (d/n). You know I do."

My heart broke a bit as he said my name. It wasnt his fault that he didn't know. I haven't told him yet. Shit, I didn't know if I wanted to ever tell him. I still had school to go to, and a job. I didnt want him to leave me. Next year, after I graduate, I get to leave. I can be myself. Not have to worry about parents, or bullies, or anybody else. I can be myself. I let go of him, his scent lingering on my skin. "I love you too." I love you. And I can't bear to see you walk away once you know me better.

He crawled out the window as per usual, and I got dressed. My long (h/c) hair clung to my face in awkward strands. I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs. "Morning, (d/n)! How'd you sleep?" My stepmom asked. I shifted awkwardly. "Okay, I guess." I sat at the table. "Can you believe this?" My dad said from the opposite end, "this young boy shot himself on sunday. Something about wanting to be a girl." He sarcastically added onto it.

"Poor bastard, rotting in hell like that. He should've just quit his whining and manned up." I was quiet, eating my breakfast and grabbing my backpack. "I'm gonna be late. See you later, love you, bye." I didn't wait for a response before leaving.

I knew it would be bad once I saw the word "queer" on my locker again. With the odd remark about staring at other girls in the locker room in middle-school, you can expect things to catch on quickly. Though they got who I'm attracted to way wrong, I knew they were right. Just not how they think.

I attempted to smudge off the marker, but to no avail. Great...with a sigh, I opened my locker and grabbed what I needed. Slam! I blew my hair out of my face, and slunk off to class. The first few classes were alright. The occassional whisper from behind about being lesbian, or broken, or even just plain comments on how I look.  However, that all changed come study hall...

"Late again, Miss (l/n)?" I cringed a bit. "Sorry. I dropped my papers in the hall on the way up," I lied. Easier than explaining they were knocked out of my hands. She writes on her attendance sheet. 'Tardy', I assume. I find my seat and scribble on my desk. Small grey flowers, surrounded by the tan surface of the desk. However, I'm stopped when a hand lands on the space next to me. "So, I hear youre single. Wanna go out with me?" A random, shaggy-looking boy asks me. He looks new.  "Uh...no. I'm taken." "Oh really?" He snickers. "By who?" I stare at my desk flowers. "You wouldnt know." "Is she hot? Cause I can totally do two girls." He bit his lip, sitting in the empty desk next to me. "Well, it's a he. And I'll still pass." He smirks.

"Then what do you say he doesnt find out?"

I feel the need to vomit. "Still no. Now go away." He rolled his eyes, that smirk never leaving his face. "Aww, c'mon beautiful. Just gimme a taste?" He places a hand on my thigh. "I said fuck off!" I punch him right in the jaw.

"MISS (L/N)!" the teacher screams at me. "Both of you, to the principle!" Tears swell in my eyes and I slink off to the office downstairs. I hear his footfall behind me, small sobs from his disgusting lips. My hair starts coming undone as per usual, and with my frenzy to tame it i break apart. Tears stream down my way-too-feminine face, my clothes suddenly fit too tight, and all I want to do is poof out of existance. But then the only thing keeping me here was Loki. However, once we reach the office, my parents are already waiting...with the principal and his wife.

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"How the hell could you lie to us like that! You lied, not just to us, but-" "I didnt lie." I cry out, hugging myself. "He touched me. All I did was-" "shut up and fucking listen." My dad stops the car and turns around. "You should've just fucking left it be. Do you want to get expelled? This is a good school!" I look at the floor, sobbing. "Dont you fucking dare, " he barks before grabbing my chin. "You are grounded for a month. No leaving the house unless its to go to school, no friends over, youre on lockdown until you can figure out how to behave like a normal fucking person. Got it?" "Honey, just listen to her.." "I did listen! And then what happens? We find out that she punched a boy in the face for wanting to make friends! Thats my daughter. I did not raise her to be violent." You didnt raise me period. Mom did, and I'd leave this for her in a heart beat.

I got out of the car, storming off to my room. I dont care about being grounded. Its not like anybody talks to me anyways. No, my thoughts immediately move to Loki. He is nowhere to be found, again. Maybe he doesnt love me as much as i thought he did. He's been nothing but distant since we started dating, he wont let me meet his family, he dissappears for weeks on end only to crawl right back through my window and tell me he misses me. Maybe he only dates me for my body. He probably just wants sex. Thats gotta be why he's so distant.  He doesnt love me. Otherwise he'd at least give me his number, some way to talk to him. Tears well in my eyes and i bury my face in the sheets.

Knock knock knock "Can I come in?"

My face stays buried as i reply "yes". My stepmom walks in. "Hon, are you okay? What happened today?" I lay still, trying to soothe my heart before answering. "Everything." I mumble. Her hand strokes my hair gently. "Well thats vague. Care to summarize for me?" Her gentle tone doesnt help much, but at least someone wants to listen. "...i dont know how to say anything without sounding crazy." I start crying a bit more. "Hey...shh shh, its okay. Just take your time, okay?" She leans down and hugs me. "If it makes you feel any better, then i promise I wont tell your dad. This is just between you and me." I shake my head. "I just..." I turn my head to face her, pressing my cheek into the spot where Loki woke up this morning. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes as more hurt stains my bed. "...im tired of feeling used. Tired of being forced into silence. I hate not feeling valid...you know?" She nods and wipes my cheek. "I know, (y/n). It hurts...but it will get better. But I need to know what happened at school today. Okay?" I shake my head. "It wont change anything..." I lay quietly again, feeling her fingers on my scalp before she leaves my room. "I'm here for you," she whispers, "okay? I'm not letting anyone hurt my son. I promise." Her footsteps slowly move out.

It seems like she's the only one who cares any more.

The next morning was the same as normal. I slithered out of bed, dressing myself. No Loki. I walked downstairs and left without breakfast. My locker smudges from the previous day still remained. My classes were louder than normal, however. More whispers assaulted my image. But just as i was walking home? It suddenly became the worst day of my life.

{Loki's pov}
I snuck from the palace yet again. I had to check on my love. I couldn't bear being away for long... Yet no matter how much it pained me to leave, i had to. If Odin had found out...or worse yet, thor. Ugh, if i had to hear his 'what about Jane?' speech, I'd drown him in the very ale he loves to drink.

I made it to Heimdall, removing my cloak. "Can you see her? How is she?" I excitedly await his response, desparate to hear news of my absent beloved. But he turns grim with my mention. "Whats wrong? How- how is she?" I become wary. Has something happened? Did she find the love of another? Was she hurt? "Young prince...there is something that you must know." "Then tell me! Immediately!" I anxiously await his news. What is going on?

"Your lover..he needs help."

{Your pov}
As I walk through the halls, the whispers seem to intensify. Giggles and taunts and observations.

Beeep.

School was out. I quickly rushed for my locker, trying to shove all of my things into my bag as fast as possible. I didn't want to be late home. Once the halls cleared a bit, I headed for the doors. "Uh, hey. Can we talk?" I turn around to face the familiar voice. Oh no..."what do you want?" I annoyedly ask. "I want to say im sorry...can i make it up to you? What happened yesterday? I bought icecream in the cafeteria..." I stiffen and shake my head. "No, im fi-" I bump into someones chest. They had surrounded me. I frantically searched for my escape, though it was fruitless. "Aw, you sure? If you dont want that, then theres something else i can give." His mouth curled into an evil grin. The boys behind me grabbed my arms, dragging me to the bathroom. God, no. Please. He forced his lips to mine as I squirmed. His gross hands lifted the bottom of my shirt. I cried out as he held my hips bruisingly tight. My cheeks stained with hate, hurt and tears. Please end this soon...

"Uh, excuse me, but you seem to be hurting my love."

He turned away from me, and i opened my eyes. Raven black hair contrasted a beautiful pale face. His black suit and green tie made him look out of place in a highschool bathroom. Loki... "Who the hell do you think you are?" He hissed out at my boyfriend. I kicked him in the leg only to be slammed face first into the wall with my shirt ripped. "Keep your hands off!" He shouted. Next thing I knew, everybody was on the floor and he was dragging me out of the school. "Are you okay? Darling, did they hurt you? What happened?" His cold hands touched my damp cheeks, he held my torn shirt, and all i wanted to do was just cry into his shoulder. He held me tight to his chest. "Darling, its okay...please dont cry..." He kissed my head and I wrapped my arms around him. "Love, please...say something." He held my face again, staring into my eyes. "Please.." My mouth gaped like a fish out of water. I couldnt get words out. I hugged him tighter, burying my face into his neck. "I'm okay." He hugged back. "Then please tell me why you never told me you wanted to be a boy. I could easily fix that for you." He chuckled and pet my head. His thin fingers curling around my hair. But it felt...odd, somehow. I closed my eyes a bit tighter. "Mm..What's..." I froze. My voice was deeper than normal. I looked at my hands. I had to back away from loki, looking at myself. No more boobs. My hair was still longish, but not nearly as unruly. I pat myself up and down. It was gone. All of it was gone. I wanted to cry again. "Aw, darling..i-i didnt mean to upset you. I can change it back if you-" I practically knocked him over with how hard i lunged at him. I laughed and kissed him and held his gorgeous face. His deep blue-green eyes stared back at me wonderously. "I love it!"

He walked me back home, holding my hand. I didnt want to walk in. Looking as I did, my dad would kick me out on the spot. Where else could I possibly go? When we reached my door, he stopped. "Whats wrong?" I ask, looking back at Loki. He said nothing, but held me close again. "You know, you can always come back home with me if you truly want. I'm sure I can find some way to keep you safe. And you can meet my brother." I grin, a wide joyful grin. "Maybe some day."

{Skip: 3 years}
I lay in bed, next to my sweet boyfriend. My head lays on his chest. Feeling the rise and fall of his lungs. "Good morning, love." He groans, exhaustion still settled comfortably on his features. My fingers snake between his. "Good morning, my prince." My lips form a loving smile before they grace his chest. He sits up, holding me tight.

"I love you, (y/n)."

"I love you too, Loki."