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Loki was screaming internally as he entered his room. He needed a stress reliever, but all of his boyfriends were out on a mission. He was pale, shaky, and was dangerously close to cutting again.
Loki paced the room, hugging himself and digging his nails into his skin. His breaths had reduced to fast panting, his whole body was shaking and Loki felt dizzy. He buried the nails so deep inside his skin that he drew blood.
Blood.
The sight of his own blood, after he had been clean for so long, made him hurl. Loki dashed towards the bathroom, hurling into the toilet.
When he went to the sink, he accidentally looked at the mirror. The sight had him freezing. He was pale, paler than usual, sickly looking. His frame was thin, too thin, fragile, feminine, weak, argr, argr, argr, argr, argr, argr, argr-
Loki pushed the mirror, sending several glass shards flying in every direction. Several cuts littered his skin, causing him to fall backwards and against the wall.
Loki curled up into a ball, burying his nails into his legs to keep himself from grabbing the nearest piece of glass and cutting up his skin. He closed his eyes, quietly sobbing until he could finally breath again.
And oh, the fatigue. He was exhausted after all that. Loki ended up falling asleep right there, surrounded by several shards of glass.
He woke up when he heard the door opening and closing, and some voices talking to each other.
"Loki?" One called out.
"Here," Loki croaked, his throat sore after throwing up just hours before. Another door opened this time, closer than before, maybe the bathroom door, Loki couldn't tell because he kept his eyes screwed shut.
"Hey Loki, can you stand up?" Someone asked, Steve? Or Bucky? Maybe even Tony, Loki wasn't sure, but he tried regardless. When he slipped a strong pair of arms caught him, helping him up and steadying him.
"Hey, can you look at me? Please?" The voice asked, but Loki shook his head in distress. "No, no there's too many mirrors, there's too many mirrors around me, I can't look, I can't look-"
"Shhhhh, hey Loki, it's okay. I'll help you away from the mirrors, okay? Can you walk?"
Loki nodded, keeping his eyes closed as the person guided him. Loki walked on shaky limbs, whimpering and holding on tightly to the other male as he was led out of the bathroom. He felt all of the glass being gently pulled out of his body at once, and then was led onto the bed where he was placed on a firm chest and held in those same strong arms that helped him move all the way to here.
He heard the sound of glass being pulled into the trash- maybe Tony or Bucky was controlling the glass all at once? - and then heard shuffling coming towards him.
"Hey Loki, there are no more mirrors around. Do you think you can open your eyes for us?"
Loki slowly peeled open his eyelids. The lights were dim, but he could see Tony and Bucky kneeling there by the bed. Loki was wrapped up in Steve's arms, and all three of them were looked at Loki with unmasked worry.
Just the sight of that had Loki's eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Loki sobbed, causing Steve to gently "shhh" him again and rub his back. "It's alright Loki, it's alright."
When Loki was calm again, he stared at the floor. He knew that he must've looked absolutely awful, sniffling quietly against Steve's chest as he was.
"We're going to treat your wounds. Is that okay Lokes?" Tony asked in a quiet voice. Loki nodded, closing his eyes and listening to the sound of Steve's heartbeat.
Loki loved listening to the sound of one's heart beating. He poured all of his focus into it as Tony and Bucky treated the multiple cuts on Loki's skin. The worst ones were his feet, which had him whimpering loudly and Steve rubbing his back.
Tony and Bucky only climbed into bed once the task was done, snuggling up to Loki and Steve. Loki opened his eyes, and looked wearily at Bucky, who was in his line of sight.
Loki couldn't help but reach out, grabbing a hold of Bucky's metal hand and playing with the fingers. He smiled a little, a small happy feeling blooming in his chest.
"Thank you," Loki murmured. "I love you all."
A couple gentle kisses against his hair, and one on his forehead. "We love you too."
Loki fell back asleep, enveloped once more in that comforting warmth.