We Coulda Had A Good Life Together.

We coulda had a good life together.

What about detective Loki going through a terrible breakup? I know it maybe a little sad but 😅

HELLO THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST!!! we all hate to see sad loki but also i live for angst, so i hope this lives up to your expectations!

pairing: detective david loki x reader

WARNINGS: language, very depressed loki

tough break

loki stands in the middle of the apartment, brows furrowed as he watches you scream at him. hed never seen you so angry, and he didn’t know how to react. the two of you recently had been arguing a lot. ever since the dover case, hed became extremely distant. this usually happened when he was assigned a case, but this time was the worst.

“david. i don’t think you have said a single word to me in a WEEK. you don’t even sleep in the fucking BED anymore. when was the last time you even ate?” you shout as you stand before him. you’re met with silence.

“SAY SOMETHING. i- i cant do this anymore david. i cant keep worrying about you like this. and it’s worse that you WON’T COMMUNICATE WITH ME.” you shout, your face was almost completely red with anger as you stared into his blank face.

“stop fucking shouting” he finally says, jaw clenched as you stare in disbelief.

“oh. ok. THAT’S what gets you to speak? really? you know what? FUCK YOU. i genuinely don’t think you care anymore. do you even love me?!” you continue to shout as your anger gets the best of you.

“i said STOP FUCKING SHOUTING” he screams back, pointing a finger at you in anger. you go silent, and he knows what’s coming next.

“i’m done. we’re done.” is all you simply say, walking to your shared bedroom and beginning to pack your things. david opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. he’s stuck in place, watching as you throw your belongings in bags. you give him one last glance, a look that says ‘i didn’t want to have to do this.’ and then you were gone.

david huffs, anger bubbling over as he swipes everything off of the counter, glass breaking and liquid spilling over the tiles.

he covers his face with his hands, breath still coming out in huffs as he paces the room, occasionally pushing something over or breaking something out of anger. he loved you, he did, but he wasn’t good at it. in fact, he was fucking terrible at it. he had no work- life balance, and someone like him just couldn’t be in a relationship, he deemed.

for the first time in forever, he found himself considering calling out of work. but in the end, he figured it’s better to go than to mope around in his apartment. the next morning, he’s sat at his desk, eyes unfocused for hours as he stares at his paperwork. he found he could only think of you, and this time, he couldn’t take his mind off of you.

“fuck.” he curses out loud, earning a few glances from co workers as tears well up in his eyes. he couldn’t do this. david breaks the silence again, standing up from his chair aggressively and storming out of the precinct. he found himself wanting to lay in bed. so that’s what he did. he held it together as he got in the bed, but right as your scent floated off of your pillow, he was done for. a gasping sob escapes his quivering lips as he curls into himself. he felt so small, so weak, so stupid. he can’t remember the last time he even cried in the first place.

you were the only person he ever loved, he ever cared for, and now you were gone. you slipped through his fingers and he just stood by watching. he swore he would never forgive himself. half of the day must have gone by at this point, when his crying finally settled down. he gets up slowly, blinking away the rest of his tears and rubbing his puffy eyes. he pads down to the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle and forcing himself to drink some of it. he couldn’t bring himself to eat, even though now it’s been a full day without food. he didn’t care.

a few days pass, and the same cycle repeats. he dosent go to work, ignoring texts from his boss, he dosent eat, and hardly gets out of bed. until now. finally, he musters up the strength to get up. he didn’t know why, he didn’t want to do anything but his feet seemed to carry him anyways. within the blink of an eye, he found himself outside. he hardly registered that he had walked out the door, but his feet continued to carry him straight to the park that the two of you used to hang out at. he frowns, sitting on the oh so familiar bench and taking in a breath. he needed to get himself together. he just didn’t know how.

as david sat in silence, feeling the cold wind blow against his face, he felt a sensation on his hand. quickly, he looks down and to his surprise, there was a stray dog.

“hey buddy” he mumbles leaning down to pet the whining dogs head. with quick examination, he knew the dog was starving, and just generally in poor condition, and he couldn’t leave him like this. the stray dog followed david eagerly, without hesitation, panting happily as david bathed him and fed him a large bowl of dog food that he had picked up from the store. for the first time in a while, david found a smile on his face, and although he knew there was definitely more pain he’d be going through, this dog ignited a new spark of happiness and hope deep inside him.

HI!!! THE ENDING WITH THE DOG IS SO RANDOM BUT I LITERALLY COULDNT LEAVE MY MAN LOKI SO DEPRESSED LIKE THIS. I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED!!! <33

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END OF WATCH (2012) Directed by David Ayer

To any suicidal followers I may have: This is a sign to not kill yourself. You are loved and the world is special because you are in it. Keep holding on.

Reblog this when it’s on your dash. You will save someone’s life.

Jake Gyllenhaal