The Truth Hurts More Than Lies.
By TimeAndLife21
How long has it been since he had fallen in the void? A day? Two days? A Month? A year?
Flashes of something keeps grabbing his attention. He can't seem to remember much. He was falling that much was for certain. A city. Then crashing into hard ground. He remembered something about taking out someone's eye. Then he could feel red hot lashes across his skin.
Screaming.
Fighting.
Blood on his hands.
He could hear Thor's voice but it was so faraway.
He could feel the torture again. This time something hot and gooey fell into his mouth. The taste was of sickness, ashes, blood, and death. He could remember spitting it out before he fell into darkness again.
"He'll make you long for death, just as you are a hair's breadth away."
He could hear the purring that made his heart flutter in fear and terror.
Another flash of a memories. A blond hair man with a arrow following his orders. A red haired woman who was interrogating him. Him breaking the darkness over his mind long enough to move his scepter just over enough to not kill a man who was trying to stop him. The darkness took over again. He could remember the chittering and annoying tongue of the chithauri scolding him.
Another pain course through his body. As if every nerve was on fire and he could remember screaming and crying. His screaming and crying. He was constantly run through with needles, spears, swords, he was also burned with red fire that seemed to melt through to his bones. Poisoning his mind, body and soul. Killing him slowly.
His bones would be constantly broken, but would take their sweet time mending just as painfully as they would be broken.
When would this end? He wanted to die! He just wanted to die!
Another memory. Or rather…he was in a present state of mind. Trying to fight this haze of darkness that has so taken over this mind. He could remember fighting Thor.
"Thor!" He screamed in his mind. "HELP ME! PLEASE! BROTHER!"
He pleas wouldn't pass through his lips as he felt as if something was keeping him silent and pulling on him like puppet strings. He saw a flash of blue come his way. He had stopped it but it exploded in his face. Not as bad as the thick pot of lava that the chithauri poured on him.
He remembered talking with a man with a light in his chest. A curious invention he was sure…Then another memory of being on a cliff side seeing his brother fighting a man in red and gold and a man in red, white, and blue in a forest.
"Poor little runt of a prince. You were never strong. Only weak. You were cast off into the ice after you were born and cast off again when your adopted father had no more use for you. All the better for us."
White hot pain course through his body again. He could feel pawing and grabbing hands on his body. Tugging, pulling, licking, biting, violating. The torture never stopped.
Not once.
He remembered yelling at a Green hulking beast. Then he was pounded into the ground. The darkness was suddenly RIPPED away from his mind, as if he was cut from his strings, as he let out a whine. He fell into a cold darkness again.
Then next thing he knew was waking up in the crater where he was at. Pain wracked his body like non other. He could feel his magic again. The small flickering warmth that was in his chest was trying to heal him. He could feel it healing his bones, his muscles, his organs…but he was so wracked with pain that he just couldn't move. And when he did, he bit his tongue hard to keep the scream from coming out. Making it bleed. His head hurt as if he was smashed upon a rock many times, his arms were heavy as lead, his legs wouldn't obey him.
He got up painfully, before he fell to his knees again. His magic could only take him so far. He fell to the ground as he felt many of his previous wounds, the gaping ones, opened up so suddenly that he let out a harsh yelp of pain.
"WEAKLING! YOU ARE NO WARRIOR! YOU ARE BUT THE SCUM OF SOCIETY!"
He could hear the chattering again in his mind. He was shaking violently as he threw up blood along with the wounds bleeding with stinking pus and bile. He coughed up the blood and bile that was in his mouth. He couldn't even curl up in fetal position because the pain was so much. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears.
"Well, well…the little prince has failed his mission." He heard the rattling breath of The Other.
He tried so hard not to shiver violently as The Other was approaching him. He could only try to squirm away. But that was futile. He felt a thick hand wrap around his throat and he was lifted into the air. He could feel his air supply being cut off. He didn't have the strength to fight. He hung there limply.
"End this pain… please." he silently pleaded to the Fates above.
He didn't want to live anymore. He just wanted to separate from his body and go towards the gates of Hel. Perhaps his daughter would be there for him.
"Pathetic." He could feel the squeezing on his throat.
He couldn't breathe. He wanted it to end quickly. Why wasn't the Other ending his life? Then next thing he knew he was thrown to the floor. White hot pain echoed through out his body, but the coolness of the floor soothed him as a small balm.
"Next time I see you little prince…I hope to see you be more…obedient." He heard the rasping chuckle.
No. No! Finish him off! Let him die! Please! End his life now!
Loki would feel wetness torrenting down his cheeks. his vision was blurred and his lungs, burning from lack of oxygen, sucked in and out in silent sobs. His throat burning from the pressure. Why couldn't he just die? He closed his eyes as tears and blood intermingled. Blood had pooled around him, sticking to his hair, his skin, his clothes. His vision blurred much more painfully hot pain struck through him.
"Please…" he whispered desperately. "Mother…"
A memory of a smiling Frigga looked down at him brightly. Her blonde curls framing her face so wonderfully. Her kind blue eyes showing him love and happiness.
He felt cold now. If he was dying, he was dying slowly. There was ringing in his ears.
"Mother…" He rasped.
He didn't want to die alone. If anything, he wished that Frigga was there, comforting him. Telling him that it's okay. That he will be fine. He wanted her lullabies to be sung sweetly in his ears, not this ringing. He wanted her to run her hands through his hair to soothe him like she did when he would accidentally hurt himself when he would play warrior with the other children.
The darkness at the edges of his vision was creeping to overtake his vision. The last thing he saw was the Avengers running towards him. Was that…shock showing on their faces? Thor's face was of pain and worry. He shoved his companions to the side running to him.
"Brother!" Thor cried.
Loki fell into darkness yet again.
TAL21: What do you do when writers block hits? You make another story of course! *Cries in the corner and ferociously writes for BATBION, MSKWYDITD, and some KGE(AOT)* UGH! Just as I was thinking about how to continue on with BATBION, this came into my head. This will be Loki Whumpage, Feels (and these feels will break your heart and make you cry), and the fact that he has been broken. This basically is not your average Loki feels story. This will diverge from what has happened from the end of the Avengers. I did enjoy Age of Ultron, but seriously, Phase One will alway be my favorite phase of the Marvel universe. At least until Doctor Strange comes along. I"M EXCITED! :D. Anyways. This idea is basically Loki not remembering much of what has been happening to him after he fell into the Void. He has been pushed to the breaking point with his stay with the Chithauri and they basically wormed their way into his mind to make him a puppet to their every whim. Hence why things are so disorienting until the Hulk smashed him into the ground. He will be BAMF!Loki later in the future, but currently, he needs medical attention, and he is practically on the verge of death. The Chithauri and The Other are the scum of the universe and the galaxies. Let's put it that way.
So as I'm writing this, I'm still working my Harry Potter stories so if i stop this story at any time, don't worry...I'll get back to it eventually. I'm also going to bee deleting some stories that are seriously not picking up. So tell me which one you don't want me to get rid of and i won't. XD Anyways, We'll see how this story goes. There will be no slash whatsoever. None. Nada. So if you are looking for slash, go elsewhere. It's friendships all around.
Although, we will have Loki's kids in this story. Jorrmagund, Hela, Slephnir, and Fenris. But only one will be very prominent. Which will be Hela mostly. So I hope you cried at this intro. I was going for it. This story will also have mentions of certain sensitive situations. So I put this on an M rating for a reason. Loki's backstory will also take some hard hits as well. What can I say, I love it when Loki has hardships in his life and he tries to plow through it.
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