Loki
Loki studied the arms in his lap, his fingers running over each and every divet and raise of skin, even the angry scrapes and scabs. He dared a look at the shaken up woman sitting beside him. Her face was significantly damp as she dared to meet his eye and then shirked away, resulting in his own nails adding to the scrapes and ripping a scab off. He immediately tightened his grip on her arm and pulled it back into his lap.
"Darling? What happened?" The god dared to ask, the even thought of the over a thousand responces causing anxiety to rise and show in his eyes. She took a deep breath. "I do this to myself, as an alternative to all the other ways of inflicting pain onto your own body." The man went still at the very unexpected answer. "Love, why?"
"I have no reason to be this blessed! T-this gifted to be in such a regal place!" She paused, getting up and gesturing to the golden room and the lush greenery outside the castle. "This entire realm i-is just to pure for someone like me! Someone who has grown up with darkness in her thoughts since she was about five!" Loki shot up as the woman paced around the room. "Stop right there!" He snapped, making the woman stop, directly in her spot and look down. He slowly walked over to her. "Love, I see the scars and marks that adorn your arms, and it breaks me to think that you, a beautiful woman of such strength, would ever harm yourself in anyway. I implore you, let me help and ridding all the thoughts of living in a world without you."
The woman looked up at him. "Do you mean that?" The god pulled her close and rocked them. "I mean it with my whole heart, my loving darling."