When Monsters Dance
Author's note: Hey guys! This is my second fic and I have decided to make it much MUCH darker than the other one. You should know that I like to build in stories slowly, step by step, so I am sorry if the first chapter is not intriguing enough, but I can promise chapter two is better, and the suspense will keep being build in.
The OC who will be coupled with Loki has NOTHING to do with traditional OCs, you should know. She isn't a feable damsel in distress nor a bad ass warior who is good at fighting just 'because', and even less that woman your eyescan't leave because she is abnormally gorgeous or something.
She will be morally ambiguous, and is NOT a nice person. Nor even good enough person. If you know anyone like herin real life, you might want to give them a therapist's number.
It isn't a spoil, you just keep that in mind before you start reading.
BE WARNED! There will be SEX, not always consensual, and men on men as well as woman on woman. I am ot an expert at writing smutty fictions but I am reading too much porn to be a sane person and I think I can manage to make it a minimum arounsing.
Since I have this other fic (a Legomance, becaue I'm an eternal romantic, my previous sentences proves it lol) going on, this one will not be uploaded every week but every two or three weeks. but rest assured that IT WILL BE finished.
Feel free to suggest things you would like see in it: funny situations, sexual things you'd like to read about, murder? I don't know! Just whatever! Ideas are always welcomed and I'll try to include them if they fit in with the story line and the characters.
Criticisms are always welcomed too. Though if it's about the vocabulary or grammar, please let me know nicely, I am 100% french I just happen to be able to make sentence in english without murdering the language because of my englishincompatible DNA x)
(NAME) indicate's who's point of view the chapter is focusing on.
Chapter one
(Loki)
Getting off his hospital bed with difficulty, Loki thought of his sentence as too cruel once more. Being and chained and whipped everyday until the end of his days sounded far more enjoyable than what he was living now; constantly being surrounded by mortals, having no other choice than to let them touch him so that they could heal him, since his godly abilities had been stolen from him. And even that it seemed they couldn't do properly. After all the strange products they had injected him with, how could his bruises still be visible? His lips still be swollen? His ribs still be broken? It had been a week already, the pain shouldn't be lingering in his body any more!
Worse. Now they were throwing him out of their healing institution, without having done him any good, even if hey insisted on saying they had saved his life. "With broken bones, you should rest, at home." they said. "The beds here or for those who need constant medical assistance." they said. Idiots. He had no home and needed constant medical assistance. Without this thing they called morphine even breathing hurt.
He put on the clothes the nurses had stolen from him at his arrival. They had washed it but the blood stains were still visible. Weird specimen those women dressed in white, he thought. They hid behind his door and watched his every move, giggling. He could hear them now. At first he had thought they knew who he was and were spying on him for S.H.I.E.L.D. But if they had known he was the one person who destroyed the city called New York and tried to enslave their planets with some alien army, they probably wouldn't have helped him. They probably would have tried finishing him instead.
"You may come in and offer your assistance, nurses." he said. His every move shot waves of pain throughout his whole body, making it difficult for him to dress himself. And if they wanted to stay there, they might as well make themselves useful.
A young nurse who had had wandering hands when she showered him came in, followed by the one who brought him food. They were both pretty, for mortals. If his body wasn't aching, he would have taken them both. Maybe even at the same time. Unfortunately, his body wouldn't let him have this comfort.
The one with bold hands pulled his pants up for him and zipped it, grinning, looking at him the eyes. Her advances were pointless, but he liked that she acknowledged him as a powerful sexual being. The other one helped him with his shirt in silence, trying hard not to giggle again.
"Will your wife come to pick you up?" asked the young one, pushing her blond hair back. He raised a brow. He had no wife. He had been on Midguard for a week, of which, six days were spent at the hospital since he had been beaten by men in hoods in a dark street, the night he had been thrown on the damned planet.
Perhaps she was speaking of the woman who had watched him be beaten up with bored eyes. The rotten quim would have it coming if he had known who she was.
"I know not of whom you speak, nurse." he told her.
She took the paper hanging at the end of his bed, the one where the men in white wrote things after examining him. "Oh!" she exclaimed happily. "Then miss-" she searched for something on the paper. " Avelin, and you aren't together then?" she asked raising a brow.
"I know no woman called Avelin." he answered.
The nurses exchanged a confused glanced. It seemed the patient had been hit harder than they thought and lost part of his memory. "When she signed you in, she said you were her partner." insisted the older nurse. "Don't you remember her? A woman about as high as your shoulders, hair blacker than yours, red lips, high heel-"
"Brown indifferent eyes, wearing a thin golden necklace with a feather as pendant, and cold like winter?" he asked.
" She was not cold." The brunette shrugged. "She was wearing sunglasses so I do not know the colour of her eyes, but she seemed profoundly touched by your being hurt." She paused and tried to remember more detail. "She did wore a golden necklace." she confirmed. He furrowed a brow, thinking. The woman who watched him be bled then came to check if he was dead or not, without seeming to care, had brought him here it seemed.
"So you do remember Miss Avelin?" insisted the blond one. She had been there when the woman with wavy black hair had filled the forms. She had claimed to be so shocked that she could remember nothing else than her own name. Hannah Avelin. And just like that, she had had him admitted, giving neither her information, nor his. However she paid his bill in full with a credit card saying he was not covered by any insurance. After that she never called to inquire about his health, nor did she come to visit. She had vanished from 'her partner's' life. And he had never spoken of her. Then again he barely ever spoke. He hadn't even given his name to anyone. They seemed to be one of those weird ass rich couples, who hated each other but stayed together.
"Of course he knows me." intruded the said Miss Avelin, coming in. "And you better be ready, Darling," she told him, as she amorously traced his jaw with a finger. "We have so much to talk about."
She was the woman he had seen before he had passed out. And she was, at the moment, very caring, like the nurses had said. Though, he only remembered her as an unpleasant emotionless presence.
He thought about rejecting her, saying he did not know who she was and refusing to follow her, wherever it was she planned on taking him, but it didn't seem like the best of choices. If he didn't follow her, where was he supposed to go? How was he supposed to feed? He had no intention on working for some Midguardian scum. He had already been humiliated but taking orders from an underling would be hitting a new low.
"Indeed, there is a plenty we shall speak of." he answered, curious.
When this Miss Avelin took his arm and led him out of the room, smiling and thanking the nurses, he followed her without resisting.