So, the long requested chapter is finally here and I really hope that It's as good as you would expect.
I blink a few times to rid of the dryness in my eyes.
Just sixty eight days left.
No visitors had come by since that night, not even Thor.
For the last few days I had been given the privileges to roam freely around my cell, open the window a few inches, and have been given my own notepad and ink.
I appreciate the window privilege more than any in fact. The fresh breeze feels icy on my lungs but I choose to ignore that. They stars look bright and the nebulae are clear this time of year. I can even see Odin's kingdom, bright and warm. I despise it.
I've probably spent most of my current days just sat staring out of the window, admiring my past.
Guards arrive often bringing me food that will never be eaten. The smell however is enough to get me drunk, straying me away from the cart. I guess its more mind over matter.
I resume gazing out of the window, fingers tapping slowly on the pane, tongue tracing over my crippled lips trying to find-
Found it!
Ever since I had been given these new stitches I have been searching for its common weakness. There is always a weakness.
Even if it was just a loose thread.
My tongue circles the material, trying to pull it closer to my teeth. This is exactly how my last stitches had become loose.
I sit there for hours; fiddling tirelessly with the stitch, wincing with every flustered tug.
III
The door unlocks around six hours later, a flurry of guards entering.
I play with the dark thread between my fingers, wrapping it tightly around my pinkie.
"This is going to be fun." One guard snickers.
"You're right boys. This is going to be very fun." I purr, turning to face them.
Their faces fill with bafflement and they move with panicked strides.
A large smile approaches my cheeks, loud and shrill laughter echoes from the walls.
The smallest guard runs towards me, arms outstretched.
"Get him!"
I glide sideways causing the boy to hit the floor near my feet.
"Is that all you've got? A bit shameful for a prison guard, don't you think?"
"Yes I do."
The guards turn to face me, already out of the doorway. With a flick of my wrist the clone of me has disappeared causing the guards eyes to widen in utter confusion, and in the next instant I am running.
My feet hit the floor with little force, bouncing me forward with speed. Guards roar behind me and an intense alarm races ahead of me.
I need to get out of here! Where is the exit?
My face turns red as the blood rushes to my cheeks, breath becoming ragged. I can feel my lips oozing, bleeding rapidly.
I had long outrun the guards and hope fills my face, eyes glistening.
The exit can't be too far now, surely just around this corner-
My body collides roughly with another torso, sending me backwards and onto the floor.
I look up wearily, eyes searching for the culprit. My vision grazes over his defined muscles, tall build, and long –slightly displaced- blonde hair.
He blinks a few times before catching on.
Thank Odin he's slow!
He leaves me enough time to run past, fleeing for the exit.
A familiar sound, almost like Bifrost hits my ears. Mjolnir bombards past my face, arching towards my body. I bend backwards, trying to escape but failing. Mjolnir hits just the edge of my chin, though still enough to send me back with the hammer still glued to my skin.
The hammer lands nicely in Thor's muscular hands, sending me sprawling onto the floor.
Thor's hands grip my shirt and proceed to lift me from the floor. My feet dangle aimlessly as I am forcefully pinned against the wall.
"What are you doing Loki, what has happened to your mouth?" he studies my face.
My skin pale and thin, eyes wide and wild with tears brimming, mouth twitching in pain and blood smeared across both cheeks. My hands tremble against his chest as I attempt to push him away.
Damn you.
"Why must you make me hurt you?" he leans closer causing his forehead to connect with mine, a stabbed and grim expression painted over his usual yielding one.
Guards' footsteps scurry down the halls, growing closer.
"Tell Odin; he brought this upon himself when he rescued me from Jotunheim!" I spit, the words tasting like acid and I'm finally glad to rid myself of them.
"What-?"
Seven pairs of hands grab my body, dragging me away from Thor's hostile clutches.
I thrash my legs around, kicking two guards in the face until shackles are appointed onto my limbs.
The group of us enter the healing room, the healers smile is euphoric.
"I'll admit," he ready's his hand with anesthetic , "you are my favourite patient."
"Why thank you..."
This is probably the best part; being numb and asleep for a few hours.
"You know what?" the healer snaps his fingers,the glowing aura of the anesthetic disappearing, "as thanks I will let you stay awake, just this once."
What?
He raises the thread, a longer and sharper needle than the last, and places it on my skin.
"Please stop! I'm sorry!" I wail.
"You should have thought about that!" a guard snickered.
The needle rips through my already angry skin – the healer obviously wants to punish me more – the thread slides through.
Tears escape my eyes running down my neck and hitting the hem of my shirt.
A large hand grabs my chin to steady it from shaking. I mumble gibberish as the thread pulls through my lips, already coated with drying blood.
"You will pay," I scream, "all of you will regret this-!" my voice is cut off as the healer places the final stitches.
My throat burns from all of the silent screams I yell. Blistering tears absorb into my skin, unforgotten.
I groan quietly, going unheard over the guards chatter. My whole body continues to shake restlessly, eyes rolling into the back of my head. Pain too agonising, finally causing me to pass out.
I feel so degraded... and hopeless.
III
My arms spasm from the pointless position in which they have been placed, my wrists lay above my head and bruises begin to form on my chest.
The guard's hands search over my bare and vulnerable body, my whole body tense and frigid. His cold fingertips brush over my shoulder blades and circle the small on my back.
I moan in both panic and pleasure. I hate feeling this way. Trying to fight away lust, a lust that is inflicted by another man, lust that you want so badly at the same time. It makes me sick.
The guard wipes the perspiration from my face, his hot breath nearing my ear.
"You're pathetic." He whispers.
I know.
"Say it."
I mumble the best I can, though my best is never enough.
"Are you disobeying me? I guess you will have to be punished." He laughs.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, preparing myself.
The guard slams into me, pulling out a chorus of whines and groans. Is it wrong that this feels good? Don't get me wrong I hate it; every single second. However with each heave and pull I grow closer to my orgasm, my cheeks flushing and my back arching. I just can't stop my self-
A large bang at the door stops us.
"Guard, I request that you let me in." A strong voice calls, loud and demanding.
"Right away sir!" the guard pulls on his clothes along with my own before opening the door.
Thor stands there, arms crossed and a slight frown on his face.
"What reason do you have for locking the door while you assist him?" his brow rises, tone suspicious.
"Security has been tightened since his last outbreak, sir!"
Thor thinks about this for a second, his conclusion making him shrug slightly, and uttering quietly "...I don't believe you."
"But sir-" the guard attempts to leave.
"Don't leave without my permission." Thor growls, his tone deadly and dark.
"May I leave?" The guard murmurs.
Thor gives a mighty chuckle, the very sound of it unnerving me. He brings up his face just giving me enough time to see the expression painted there; bitter and vengeful.
"No."
I'm still not sure what happened after that. I remember the guards staring in disbelief as Thor denied his request, then the next moment he was against the wall, quivering in fear. Mjolnir was lodged into the foundation of the walls, debris falling.
"You now have permission to leave. Before I kill you."
"Sir!" The guard stumbles out of the door, leaving me to deal with the angered man.
He turns his gaze on mine, his expression softening slightly as he kneels next to me.
Thor studies me intently; arms locked on the metal bars above my head, clothes applied messy showing half of my bare chest.
A purple bruise glows upon my skin, calling for someone to notice. Thor's large hand pulls my shirt higher, glaring at the mark.
"Did he do this to you?" he sighs.
I turn away, unable to look him in the eyes, the full dirtiness of the situation finally setting in.
"Odin promised that he would punish you no longer." His fists clench into tight balls, deep creases on his forehead.
I move my face into the inside of my arm, wiping my anguish away onto my skin. My eyes feel bloodshot and my face aches; wanting so bad to cry out, wanting to wail my sorrow away. I want to scream out to Thor, to tell him everything that is going on, for him to protect me like when we were children.
Thor's hand continues to rest on the bruise, pressing slightly on the tender patch, his fingertips warm and welcoming. Choked cries erupt through my body from the pain.
Thor rises from the ground and stands over me. He places his hands on my shackles, clutch tight and barren.
"Would you like me to remove these?" he waits for my reply.
I nod once, face still buried in my arms.
With one small tug the shackles land near his feet.
Now able to move I place my head in my hands and curl my knees up to meet my torso, trying to hide myself away.
"Loki..." his voice breaks.
I stand from the floor and walk over to my bed, rummaging my hands underneath the cloth.
I pull out the paper and ink I had been given as a privilege.
I had made sure to hide these when the guards had taken my privileges away.
I sit back on the floor next to him, paper on my lap. I hold up my index finger, signalling for him to wait.
"I thank you... why did you react that way?" I turn the paper to face him.
He rolls his eyes, "Why would I not? You are my brother and you are in pain, therefore, it is my job to relieve you of this burden."
"I am not your brother, nor is this your burden to share. I did what I did knowing the consequences, I killed those humans for my own entertainment. I did it for the pleasure."
"Why do you make it so difficult to care? You've always been like this, blocking out our love! After everything we did for you!"
I smirk under my stitches, eyes lighting up. Obviously I have hit a nerve.
"So, Did Odin finally tell you? The truth about my parentage? Now do you understand?"I toss him the paper.
He reads the words carefully, his expression painful to see.
"I will never understand your foolish and selfish views. Your parentage is no excuse for this madness!" Thor growls, teeth bore.
You have no idea.
I twist my hand back and forth -suddenly bored with this conversation- trying to circulate the energy lying there. It has been weeks (not including my escape) since I have been able to conjure up any magic.
A small spark ignites at my fingertips, lasting only a mere second. Pathetic compared to my usual sorcery.
A gruff laugh escapes Thor, "You can't use magic anymore?" He sputters.
I write furiously on the paper, "No. I don't have enough energy stored, I haven't eaten any food in months!" Venom forms on my tongue, slightly annoyed that I can't express this tone.
"It's for the best." He assures me.
"How so? You've already taken away my only weapon." As he reads I point towards my crippled mouth.
He smiles sadly, "It's for the best." He repeats.
I sigh, suddenly fed up with the whole topic. I wander over to the window; leaving Thor sat on the ground.
Asgard glows with its usual light; warm and welcoming. The nearby Nebulae look extra bright at this time of year, growing closer each day.
I can feel his gaze on my back, reading my moves carefully as if scared at any moment I will jump from the window.
It wouldn't do me any good; completely futile. The drop would barely bruise me, however, there would be no realm to hide and no Bifrost to leave.
"Do you remember?" his voice makes me jump, dragging me from my thoughts.
I turn to face him, brows raised in a questioning manner.
"When we used to travel to different realms with father? When times were more simple..." his voice drifts off into the distance.
I close my eyes reminiscing.
III
"Where are we going today, father?" Thor pestered.
"It's a surprise, be patient." Father had sighed.
I trailed behind, small grin running free among my face, eyes glistening with excitement.
Mother had insisted I go along too, she claimed that I needed some fun. I found enough fun in just practising my magic, but decided to go anyway.
The Bifrost shone with vibrant auras under my feet, a simple hum emitting from within.
Thor turns to face me, laughter creasing his skin.
"This is going to be spectacular, don't you agree, brother?"
"Y-Yes!" I reply, slightly caught off guard.
Thor takes a strong hold on the collar of my shirt, pulling me forward.
"Hurry, Loki!"
Father waits patiently near the already opened portal, small smile evident.
"Ready, children?" he laughed-
My mind snaps harshly back to reality, a slight migraine forming behind my eyes.
To my left Thor now sits, his face flooded with concern and large hand resting on my shoulder.
"Loki, are you OK? You looked distressed."
Confusion leaves me wincing from the gnawing headache. Distressed? That's the closest to happiness that I've felt in months.
Old memories bring me happiness whereas just the thought of new ones makes me feel desolate. The only memories I have to expect are my release and my soon followed death.
My eyes droop at the though; the whole of Asgard gathered to watch me perish, to get even. To get revenge on all of the pranks I had pulled as a child; tricking people into doing things they normally wouldn't, stealing items for entertainment, and very often just scaring people. All of those people would be there, laughing and pointing. Waiting anxiously for their long wished pleasure. I wonder how they would execute me; hanging me would do no good. Maybe slice me into small pieces, but I don't think that would do too much either-
"Loki..."
What if they-
"Loki."
My blurred eyes turn to Thor who is now stood in the open doorway.
"I'm leaving, you need your rest." He smiles sadly, closing the door behind himself.
I mumble under my stitches, trying to pronounce words.
"Don't leave me"
I still don't understand why I write such distressing fics because they only torment me but I have a clear view on where this one is going. Hopefully it won't be too bad...
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