what if the reader was young and homeless and Loki found out and was like ‘the hell, why’ and it turned out that the reader was lgbt and their parents kicked them out (because I’m going through something similar)

platoniclokiimagines:

• you didn’t talk much about your past
• if you pretended it didn’t happen, then it didn’t happen
• that’s how it worked, right?
• but being friends with Loki came with a sort of
• competition, sometimes
• listing off various experiences in an attempt to see who had had the worst time growing up
• mostly it was a joke, just for fun
• but one time
• in the midst of one of these friendly competitions
• it slipped out before you could stop yourself

“At least you never had to live on a street corner because your parents kicked you out.”

• and you said it pretty nonchalantly
• but Loki is staring at you as though he can’t quite believe he heard you right
• and he puts a gentle hand on your knee and just looks at you
• and you realize now that you’ve said it
• you have to explain
• and you heave a sigh

“Yeah, uh… Before the Avengers found me? I was living on a street corner in Brooklyn because my parents decided they just couldn’t handle that I wasn’t straight.”

• you say it a little self-deprecatingly, like a twisted kind of joke
• but Loki doesn’t seem to find it funny in the least
• in fact, he looks angry
• more angry than you think you’ve ever seen him in your time with the Avengers

“Your parents, the people who are supposed to take care of you and raise you… they kicked you out because of who you love?”

• Loki’s never been one for sentiment
• but the idea that someone would be that cold-hearted because of it
• just does not sit well with him
• and when you nod, he looks about ready to hit something
• or cry
• or maybe both

“Why?”

• and you shrug

“Some people just… can’t handle being open-minded, I guess. It’s, like… It’s fine, though. I’ve got you guys now. I’ve got a home. That’s what matters.”

• Loki, however, is still struggling with the whole idea
• and he works his mouth as though he’s trying to say something but he just can’t find the right words
• and he looks at you
• and you’ve never seen an expression quite like the mixture of grief, sorrow, hurt, and pure anger on his face as he grips your shoulder and just looks at you
• with such intensity you wonder if he’s trying to read your mind, to figure out if you’re lying

“Y/N, I am… I am beyond sorry that you ever had to deal with anyone like that. If I ever meet them, I swear I’ll-”

• but he stops
• mostly because you’re shaking your head
• partially because he really doesn’t know what he’d do

“I appreciate it. But I’m here now, I safe. And that’s what matters, yeah?”

• and he’s still looking at you a little skeptically, like he might burst into tears any moment, but he nods

“Yeah. And we’re more than happy to have you here. Always. Never forget that.”