Loki x Reader: Paper Sharp
Three drops of crimson quiver on the desk, still warm from dropping from your finger. You curse again, wiping the open wound against your shirt hem. The trail it traces bleeds scarlet.
Loki looks above the book he's reading, raising his eyebrow slightly.
"Harsh words for a tiny scar."
Ignoring his snark, you lay your finger against the table, hissing under your breath when it squeezes out a few more droplets from pressure. A quick glance across the book you're reading, and you find a new small splatter of red decorating the edge of a page. Wonderful.
"Oh, that's just fucking great." you grumble, resisting the urge to screw your eyes up in pain.
"Such language, Miss (y/n)."
Whipping around, you glare at him angrily while he passively smirks at your distress. He sets his book down, marking his own page carefully.
"You know," Loki begins, sauntering towards you. "For a race that thinks it's the most superior, you really are the most idiotic."