Cut number one. Located on my left wrist, it's about half an inch long. Just trying to remember what the pain feels like.

'I was looking through Thor's gym locker trying to find something when the door closed. I jumped and turned around. "Tony you scared the shit out of me." I said, closing Thor's locker. He smiled and took three long strides toward me. I pressed my back against the lockers, looking up at Tony's deep brown eyes. We were so close I could feel his breath on my face.'

Cut number two. Located on the back of my right calf, it's about two inches long. The razor feels especially cool there.

'He smiled once again, and I smiled back weakly. "Loki I think you're the most adorable human being I've ever met." I blushed and looked down. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look back up at him. He wasn't lying; you could see the sincerity in his eyes. I felt my face getting warmer. His free hand found the hem of my dark green t-shirt.'

Cut number three, it was an accident. Thor called out my name and I jumped. I told him to leave me alone. It's on my right thigh.

'He rubbed his fingers lightly over the skin of my torso and my breathing hitched. "Do you like me as much as I like you?" He asked. I nodded. "I- I might like you more." I breathed. He smiled sweetly and pressed his body against mine. His hands went to my hips, his mouth to my neck.'

Cut number four. Located on the left side of my torso, its three inches long. The searing pain it causes only makes the memories more vivid.

'He bites and sucks on the flesh of my neck, grinding his groin into mine. I moan and wrap my arms around his neck. "God you are so hard!" He breathes. He's right, of course. We're both shaking violently, scared to death. Neither of us have felt like this before, it's really easy to tell that. His pulse is racing and I can feel his heart beating, fast, in rhythm with mine.'

Cut number five. Located on my right, inner thigh. It's about an inch long. It burns more than the one on my torso, that's why it's so small.

'His hands have moved from my hips to my butt, although I barely notice with my entire body convulsing the way it is. I came not long after that, crying his name. My knees buckled, and my weight slipped from under me. He held me upright. One of his hands cradled the back of my neck while his free arm wrapped around my waist. Tears are streaming down my face, and I can feel his on my shoulder too. "It's okay, I've got you." He assured me. I let all my weight fall onto him.

Cut number six. Located on my right shoulder. It's smaller than an inch. Maybe my mind is trying to make some connection. I don't care.

'We don't talk after that. He doesn't come over anymore; Thor goes over to his house. The name calling starts. I hear it more and more every day. School starts becoming unbearable. He finally says it to my face. Behind the hatred in his eyes I see the sadness, he's sorry. I don't care. Thor gives him a black eye, they're both suspended for a few days. The name calling stops. Once they're back it starts up again, I'm miserable.'

Cut number one. It was located on my left forearm, almost at my elbow. It's a scar now. Steve wasn't my first either

Yeah sorry about the wait, my computer got some sort of super virus and I couldn't get it to cooperate, but I turned it on today and it's half working so I figured I'd actually do something for the greater good. Or not so good, whichever way you see it. Well, that's enough about my computer dilemmas; I hope you enjoyed the update! Have a good day, or night, or afternoon, or morning!