#cue my anxiety for whenever i post a story of a new character because i'm worried they're OOC lol byyyeee

[littleoddwriter]

Hi do you take requests for Detective David Loki? He was in the movie prisoners, if you do take requests would you write about him coming home after a long day to just want to lay down in bed with his partner. You can add anything else you would like.

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Light of My Life | Detective David Loki x GenderNeutral!Reader

Hey there! Okay, so, technically I don't write for him - or at least I didn't, lol (I am now). I didn't have him listed, but Jake Gyllenhaal was the reason I first watched the movie a few years ago, so I might as well! Anyway, thanks for the request, and I hope you like what I've done with it! <3

summary; See above.

notes; Gender Neutral!Reader; Implied/Referenced Murder; Implied Depression; Emotional Hurt/Comfort; Cuddling; Fluff; Short Fic.

Getting out of his car, opening the door, walking inside and letting his keys fall in place on the little table in the hallway felt like chore after chore. It was as though it all took a lot more effort than it really needed. He was drained. Exhausted. It had settled deep into his bones by then. 

David has had a tough case on his hands lately. He had solved it today, but not without any dead bodies. Not without any blood on his hands. He felt a piece of his soul die with it. How much of it was still left anyway? 

The only light in his life was you. 

Coming home to you was what kept him going. Helping people was what motivated him to keep working, to go outside every day. But you were the sole reason why he hadn’t given up altogether and why days like this hadn’t pulled him down and under with them entirely yet. He could only save so many after all. 

“David?” you asked, rounding the corner to the hallway, which he still stood in, frozen to the spot. 

Blinking rapidly, David nodded, swallowing thickly.

“Yeah, hi! Sorry, I was just- I was lost in my own head for a minute there,” he excused himself to you, rubbing his forehead tiredly. God, he just wanted to curl up and sleep forever.

“Hey, are you okay? Did something happen at work?” you prodded gently, coming up to him and stopping only mere inches away from him. 

Shaking his head, David sighed heavily, “I’m fine.”

In a way he hated himself for not being honest with you. No, he wasn’t fine. Yes, something did happen. He was tired and distressed, and he needed to be held and to be told that things were going to be okay; even if it may not feel that way right now. 

When he felt your hands on his jacket, he flinched for a split second. He hadn’t noticed you moving at all, let alone touching him. 

“Sorry,” you murmured, “I just wanted to take it off for you. Okay?”

David nodded.

Then you unzipped his jacket and gently took it off before hanging it up on the coat hanger. While you did that, he took his boots off. He felt a lot lighter already, like he left some of the horrors he’d seen and felt that day behind himself. 

“Come on,” you said, taking his right hand into yours and pulling him after you to the bedroom. 

Were you a mindreader? Or did you just know him so well that you knew that this was exactly what he needed and wanted right now?

In the bedroom, you both undressed down to your shirts and underwear. And then you laid down on the bed together.

At first, David just lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, while you shifted on your side to look at him. He could feel your eyes on him. 

“It’s okay if you don’t wanna talk about it,” you told him softly, putting a gentle hand on his chest. The light pressure and warmth put him slightly more at ease already. 

“I wish I could just tell you about it, Y/N. But I can’t,” David responded, turning his head to finally look at you, as he laid his own hand on top of yours, intertwining your fingers.

You gave him a small, sincere smile. 

“It’s okay. I know you’re not allowed to anyway and I understand that it’s hard for you. I was thinking that you should maybe see a counsellor then? Just a suggestion, though. I’m worried about you, y’know?” 

If it had been anyone else that had suggested this, he would have immediately blocked them off and refused. But this was you. And so he gave it a moment to sink in. 

Perhaps you were right. Maybe he should see someone about it. Captain O’Malley had often mentioned that he should and that there was someone specifically for police officers. 

“Okay,” he whispered, “I might do that. I’ll talk to the captain so he can give me some contacts.”

Shifting closer to him, you tangled your legs with his and stroked his hair with your free hand. 

“Thank you,” you told him quietly, pressing a short kiss to his forehead.

David closed his eyes and simply revelled in the warmth, safety and comfort you were currently showering him in. This was why he loved coming home to you so much. Every time you knew what to do and say to make him feel better, no matter what he may have seen out there, whatever he may have witnessed or done. None of it mattered here with you. 

And soon, he finally drifted off into a peaceful slumber, leaving everything bad behind himself.

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