Healing Mischief
He lay there hunched over, his knees touching the ground. This position served to restrain him and humiliate him. His arms were spread eagle wide, attached to boulders on either side of him. Venom seeped from the wounds on his bare chest, though they'd long ago taken away the snake.
His once beautiful raven hair lacked its luster, most of it falling off. His head was bowed, so I couldn't see the pain in his eyes. For that, I was relieved. He was breathing heavily though, barely containing his cries of agony. I wished his suffering would end. Sure he betrayed all of Asgard and tried to conquer Midgard, but no one deserves this. I thought silently, entering his cell. He didn't react, either not hearing my intrusion, or in too much pain to move. I hoped it was the latter.
I crept closer, noticing just how badly he was hurt. The punishment was more severe than I thought it was. I gripped the bottle of healing salve in my hand, hoping it would be enough. Why am I even here? I wondered glancing around at the cavernous cell. I didn't know why they gave him so much room. It wasn't like he could move anyway. I turned my head towards the door making sure no one was coming. "Why am I even risking my life for him?' I whispered, not wanting anyone to hear. Because, even though he is a so called 'monster', and could kill me in a second, I know it's wrong to let this happen any longer. I thought, kneeling down to inspect how bad the bites actually were. It was a morbid sight to see.
Purple splotches surrounded the wounds, a sign of infection. His hands were black, grotesquely contrasting to his pale complexion. Other marks made probably by a sword littered his torso, creating a sick painting. Around his waist he wore loose, ratty, and stained pants. By blood, or his own waste, I couldn't tell. Sorrow and anger flashed through me at the cruelty he had endured. I felt my fists tighten at the images that flashed through my mind.
I had heard of the spectacle Odin had unleashed, punishing HIM for all his wrongdoings. Who hadn't? I didn't attend the 'ceremony', too disgusted at the prospect of public torture. I was one of few. I sighed, pushing away my thoughts and bile, to do what I had come there to do. Start with his face. My mind pressured me. I hesitated, my hands stopping in midair. Was I ready to see his face? Peek a look into his icy soul? Do what none had done before? I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Okay, you can do this. I motivated myself. I slowly opened my eyes and placed my hands on either side of his face. I shivered immediately noticing his freezing skin. Then I lifted his head up.
His eyes met mine. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. Pain. At first that's all that swam from the chilling depths of his gaze. Then In a rush, a swirl of emotions revealed themselves, changing from agony, to hate, to wonder, to fear. So many questions formed themselves in my mind, as his pale turquoise eyes connected to mine. It was silent, only his labored breathing, and mine shallow filling the air. While his eyes bore into mine, I realized Loki, the God of Mischief was broken. What came next only shattered my heart. I almost jumped at the words out of his mouth.
"Help Me'.
Hi! To everyone who is reading this. I wrote this as a oneshot, but if enough people like it I might make it into a story. I wrote this as inspiration from Thor, as you all may know. Team Loki! Anyway I'm not good with author's notes so I'm sorry if I'm just rambling. Please any suggestions or comments. It means a lot to me. Bumblewolf out!