Rough hands gripped tightly to a mans face, the boy's slender face hadn't been a task to hold at all for the older male, His head was pulled back with minimal force. It was held tight and securely in the same position. The slender male's brother on his right, helping the older male do so. The slender boy's green eyes shifted towards the older man in front of him, pleading to be let go without words. Yet the sorrow and apologetic look hadn't fazed the old King of Asgard.
His brother looked away shamefully as the boy's eyes moved over him, still in that pleading manner.
"Loki, My son…this will ensure you will not tell anymore of those lies…" The king spoke.
Loki was the slender boy trapped by the two he loved most, His father and his brother. He tugged onto the wrists of the hands that bound him so tightly, He whimpered when the grips became tighter to keep him restrained. Others began to laugh as Odin's fingers came closer gripping a needle, long and thick. Guards were ordered to bind Loki's arms, they took them roughly and held them tight behind his back, his posture being fixed in the process leaving him uncomfortable.
The needle prodded at his bottom lip, as it went through Loki groaned and flinched, tears brimmed along the his waterline. The King continued, Lacing Loki's mouth shut with thick black thread. When he finished, he tied the thread tightly and the guards dropped their positions, he was released. He fell forward, stifling his whines and moans of displeasure. He pulled himself up weakly sitting up on his knees, he then brought his fingers up towards his lips… The pain was unbearable before, but now he could no longer feel it much anymore.
The painful sting of each individual Needle wound, with the lace being pulled through, felt different. As he roamed closer towards the opposite end of his mouth it went numb. He then pulled his hands away from his face, the amount of blood on his fingertips drenched over his hands. He had thought it would've been less, but was proven wrong. The sight made his stomach turn, his heart was pounding as a fast pace. His vision had been blurred, not sure if it had been the cause of the tears blocking his view or if he was falling unconscious.
He was lifted up by someone he couldn't quite recognize. His eyes swollen and tear filled, denying him the right to see. He knew that whoever this person had been, had pitied him from the current happening. He hated that, he didn't want the pity of the people that had sat and laughed as it happened, who had stood and watched without action. He felt for the individual's shirt, realizing that it had been a man. He gripped it, smearing blood onto the fabric.
Loki had thought to himself, 'Why must thou feel pity for the trickster? My actions are to be punished rightfully…'
The tears hadn't stopped until his green eyes had drifted behind and his eyelids had closed, his grip on the shirt loosening.
"Had he fainted from his punishment? Surely it had been the fact that he was overwhelmed. or perhaps he fell into a sleep, crying is proven to be tiresome…" The stranger spoke to the figure beside him.
Loki was outstretched onto a bed-like slab, his mouth still shut, but the area had been cleaned around it. The two strangers had to wait for him to awaken.