VALERIA'S POV
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My breath caught in my throat as I saw the redness on Loki's hand. I felt like I was gonna throw up again.

Loki noticed how I looked and stepped tward me, I backed away. "Im okay, Valeria." Loki tried assured me, but to no avail.

"I-i.." I couldn't even speak. I had just burned Loki's hand, and that was all I could look at. Blisters were already forming. I walked backwards to where I threw my shirt and pulled it on.

"Valeria, I will be fine, I've had worse." Loki tried again. "I-i.. i-i burned you.." I was barley even able to choke to words out.

"I've had worse. I will be okay." Loki said again. Without changing from my sneakers to boots I ran out of the room. "What happened!?" Tony yelled as I ran to the elevator.

I had it take me to the lobby. As soon as it opened I ran out of Stark Tower.

I wasn't even paying attention to where I was running, my feet took me to my usual bar.

I looked at my phone clock. 3:30. Late start to the day, but at least I wouldn't be judged for drinking.

Fuck I'm not helping my case with Tony.

I walked into the bar and sat down on one of the bar stools. I told the bar tender to get me five shots of vodka.

She did and slid them over to me.

It took everything in me not to cry. I hurt Loki.. that is exactly what I've been afraid of since the beginning.

I took the first shot. Some relief came but not enough. Second shot. More but still not enough. Third shot. I was starting to get numb. Fourth shot. My head was beyond fuzzy. Last shot. Perfection.

I stuck with beer for the rest of the time I was there. Suddenly the bar door opened. I looked up and saw Tony.

"How did I know I would find you here." He said sarcastically Ashe sat down next to me.

"I don't wanna fucking hear it." I said. Tony looked beyond co conserned. "Loki told me what happened." He said. Damnit Stark. All that I had successfully forgetting for the last few hours cane rushing back.

"Come home." Stark said.

"Fine but everything is going on your tab." I told him. "Fine, let's go." Tony said.

I followed him home. Loki was pacing on our shared floor. His hand looked better. Fuckin asgardians.

I didn't care though. I never wanted to hurt him ever again. When Loki saw me he almost ran over.

"Where the hell were you?" He asked concerned. I backed up when I thought he was too close. Loki's concerned frown fell to one of sadness.

"Please do not push me away again." Loki pleaded. I felt the tears spring to my eyes. "I'm sorry, Loki." I said, walking past him.

I went to the bathroom and looked at my drunken self. I was a hot mess.

I was alone so I llet the tears I had been holding back since I burned Loki fall. I rushed out if the bathroom and into my room.

I sat down on the bed and took my shoes off, still crying. Once I had then off I clutched my hair in my hands and sobbed.

Everything was crashing down. I hurt someone I cared so much about. It was killing me. I did it again.

I curled up into a ball and cried myself to sleep.