And so begins the HORRORS.
Thank you for the support, lovely readers.
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Chapter 4 – Fears
Loki had mentioned the doll over dinner. Frigga and Odin were insistent that Loki still see a healer, so it wouldn't get worse, but Loki was stubborn to make them see sense.
"I don't need a healer." Loki fought.
"Dear, listen to us—" Frigga muttered.
"No, Mother. I don't need to see a healer. Does it even matter?"
"You're not sleeping well, Loki."
"I'm sleeping just fine."
"No, you are not. It's been months, Loki." She sighed. "We're worried about you. Your nightmares are getting worse."
"I am not mad."
Thor stayed silent, not wanting to get into the argument. Thor observed the scene before him. Odin was silently fuming and that was not a good sign. Frigga was trying to restrain herself from shouting, because it was impolite and her worry for Loki topped her anger when Loki continued to refuse her.
"I am not mad!" Loki stabbed the fork on the table. "Tell them, Thor!"
"I— what?" Thor blinked.
"Tell them you believe me."
"I—?" Thor hesitated, looking at his parents and at Loki.
"Thor!"
"Loki, that's enough." Frigga scolded. "Please, just please, for me. See a healer."
"No." Loki dug the fork deeper on the table. "You have to believe me."
"I saw a shadow a few days ago." Thor murmured. "But, I might have just overlooked it."
"But—that's not fair!" Loki shouted. "I'm not doing this on purpose!"
"I will not hear any more of this!" Odin slammed Gungnir on the floor with a large thud. "We are having dinner, and I would not have such a conversation. We are done. You will see a healer!"
"We are done!" Loki said sarcastically and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Thor called.
"Away from the family that does not believe me!"
Loki disregarded them and went to his room.
He saw the doll sitting by the door of the balcony, and Loki had finally snapped. He picked up the doll and eyed the stitches and scratches on its body. It looked as if it was mocking him, smiling at his misery. Loki only found the doll's features more insulting than ever before.
When he came to sense, he went to his closet and opened it.
"Damn doll." He cursed. "I hate you so much."
The doll stared at him.
"Creepy doll."
He threw it in his closet and locked the doll inside. He had faith that it wouldn't do any harm. Loki went to the balcony and stared outside, wanting to take an adventure with his brother. But apparently, he and his brother were not in good terms.
So he spent the day reading a book, and he was glad that nothing happened.
He didn't hear anything, didn't see anything.
For the first time, it was peaceful.
Until it was the middle of the night that Loki woke to a soft tug of his hair.
There was a faint echoing of laughter from the dark. When he opened his eyes, the doll stared at him with a smile on its face. Its mouth was wide open as blood poured out like a waterfall. Its pointy teeth bled and stained Loki's sheets. Its eyes were blood shot and it stared at him like dead fish.
Loki bolted from the bed and fell on the ground.
Squish.
"W—what?" Loki panted. "What is this?"
Plop.
When he moved his hand, he felt something squishy in his palm. When his eyes adjusted and he lifted the squishy object, Loki almost gagged.
Drip.
They were entrails of a person.
He immediately released it and stood up, but stepped on another. It made a pop sound as Loki lifted his bare feet. When Loki's eyes fully adjusted to his room, he saw so much blood pooling around his feet. Dead bodies were lying around.
Their innards decorated the floor and the wall.
Red— so much—red.
"Ahh—oof—" Loki cried.
The floor suddenly dipped beneath Loki, making him lose his balance. He fell, allowing the blood to cover him. Right next to him was a skeleton ripped off its flesh, bleeding dark, its mouth open and its half cut tongue was hanging out.
Maggots fell out of its eyes as it stared at nothing.
Loki stood up quickly and rapidly retreated to a corner, closing his eyes and trying to make sense of what was happening to him. Loki wiped his hand of the blood and covered his mouth to prevent himself from gagging and smelling the flesh of the dead. He ignored the blood on his clothes, and focused on something else.
Was he in a dream?
Or was this real?
Loki started to panic.
When he next opened his eyes, everything was back to normal.
"I'm not mad." Loki told himself. "It was real."
The doll was nowhere in sight.
Loki waved a hand and used magic to light the room. Loki quickly made his way to the closet and unlocked it. His hand was shaking and he could not stop himself from panicking. The doll sat there in the corner of his closet where he left it. The blood from its mouth and the bloodshot eyes were gone, leaving the same creepy image of the doll to Loki's creative imagination.
Having fun?
It seemed to say.
Loki swallowed and locked the closet again.
"Ow—" Loki winced, feeling a pain on his shoulder.
He walked to the mirror and pulled down his night shirt. He exposed his shoulder and it had a bite mark that reminded him of his time with the Chitauri. It was small and the skin was pierced. No wonder it hurt. Loki opened his drawer to find some bandages to wipe off the small drops of blood trickling down his shoulder.
"What are these?"
Letters.
Notes.
His hand writing.
M.U.R.D.E.R. They all said.
"What is this?" Loki questioned. "I didn't write these."
Flashes of memory filled Loki's mind of him writing them. He was in his room, he was dazed. He continued to write them and the doll was right next to him. Loki shook these thoughts. No. This was a joke, a cruel joke. He was not mad and he will not accept it.
Loki shut the drawer and pulled the sheets of the bed.
He retreated to a corner and wrapped the sheets around himself as he slid down the floor. He pulled his knees up and stared at the closet in silence.
Thud.
Thud.
Scratch.
He heard the dull movement inside the closet as the furniture began to rumble and shake. The sleep from Loki's system was gone. The mask of indifference and instincts came into play. He was ready to fight back in case something came out of that closet, but there was none. Loki wondered how he would fight something he did not understand.
Scratch.
He could only watch and wait.
"It's just your imagination." Loki told himself. "Wait for it to go away."
He clutched the sheets tighter around himself and tried not to fall into sleep again. For some reason, Loki could still smell the decay. He could still see the maggots squirming its way out of its eye. He could feel the blood and entrails squish through his palm.
Would anyone believe him, if he told them of this incident?
He doubted it.
Who would listen to a liar who was desperate for attention?
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The library was large like the throne room, but without the pillars. When you enter the bridge with billowing red curtains, you are welcomed by large arcs that would have you think twice upon entering. Upon entering, you'll have to come up a flight of stairs and will be welcomed by another arc.
Once inside the library, you'll be overwhelmed by the largeness of it. A large single hallway in the middle surrounded by rows and columns of books shelves riddled left and right.
Above was a sky light, and on either side of the room at the top part, were small rectangular open spaces to let the cool air in. Hanging over those opening were dark red curtains billowing out and draped neatly to the floor, locked by long desks on each aisle.
Asgardian pattern traced every corner of the floor to the narrow book shelves, especially the middle of the hallway. They were patterns carved similar to the bifrost. The patterns looped and curved over lines and circles so intricate, it was beyond beautiful. The rusty gold color matched perfectly with the stone walls and floors.
And Loki was alone inside the library.
He sat crossed legs in one of the farther corners of the narrow book shelves. The trunk was lazily placed in front of him with the doll sitting on top of it. Books from the library and notes that Loki wrote were scattered all over the floor.
"Runes—runes," Loki mumbled. "Where is it?"
The runes were simple, yet rather stupid. Even though they translate to something of their language, it doesn't make sense enough to create a sentence.
"Rune X means gift." Loki mumbled. "And the next is Algiz, or Elk. Protection or unknown, what does that mean? A gift of protection, it doesn't even make sense. What do you think?"
He turned his attention to the doll, who stared at him.
Are you mad?
Maybe.
"I don't even know why I'm keeping you." Loki murmured and rolled his eyes. "Of course, that's because I cannot get rid of you."
Algiz was a rune shaped of the letter Y with a line extended in the middle. Algiz came from Yggdrasil itself as a form of energy. It was strength without the absence of fear, yet fear to warn man of danger.
"That's not right." Loki realized.
He traced a finger to the rune just by the doll's feet, making Loki question what he translated wrong.
"It's not possible for it to be there."
Loki still refused to go to the healer no matter how much his family wanted him to. The tension did not die down completely, but it was enough for Loki to go to the All-Father and ask about the trunk. Odin had been reluctant towards Loki, because he did not want him to pursue it any further. But Odin was at a stalemate with Loki, and eventually he had given in to Loki's demands.
"It is from my Father, Borr's time."
"So it dates as far as 5,000 years or more?"
"As eternity would possibly give," Odin sighed. "Why is finding out the origin so important to you?"
"Because the origin left it in my room with a damn doll that keeps haunting me," Loki glared. "I have every right to know where it came from and you have no say in trying to hide it from me."
"I am not hiding it from you."
"Oh, then what are you doing, All-Father?"
"Merely questioning your persistence."
"Tell me more." He insisted mockingly.
"They've translated it and it's in the library. There are of no significance to those runes. Some translate our language but most of them are just dark symbols. I will tell you now that going there will bring you nothing but disappointment, Loki. They've looked into it day and night and they've yet to find something useful."
"I doubt they've even tried."
"Do not dwell on it." Odin patted his shoulder and Loki flinched away. "It would do you no good, as it already does."
"Nothing here in Asgard but Thor does me good." Loki gave him a look.
Being alone in the library wasn't so bad, of course the traumatic image of the hallucination Loki encountered nights ago was terrifying, but it could have been worse. And being alone in the library was a distraction. He had the doll with him as well as the trunk, and he knew he was alone.
Thud.
Loki flinched.
He heard a book clatter to the floor and the sound echoed harshly in the background. Loki shifted to listen, but there was no sound of an intruder.
The idea was murky.
"Stay here." Loki glared at the doll.
He questioned why he was even speaking to it. Maybe he was just mad after all. Loki abandoned his writings, the scrolls, and his books and got up from where he sat. He walked to the narrow hall of the corner to find out which aisle the sound came from. When he reached the aisle, it was empty.
The book sat on the ground, waiting to be picked up.
"The Aesir's don't value books." Loki picked it up and dusted it. "The Draugr?"
The book was one of the stories he had picked out when he was bored. Loki recalled sharing that story with Thor and his friends when they had gone on an adventure when they were younger. It was a childish horror story that had chilled their bones and made some of the scream in fear.
The Draugr was a reanimated ghost returned from the dead and back to the living.
"Shall I tell a story?" Volstagg piped.
"We've heard them already!" Fandral argued.
"Someone else." Sif muttered.
"Tales of valor?"
"No, Thor." She huffed. "No more of those noble stories."
"What about the Draugr?" Loki smiled.
"What's that?" Thor asked.
Loki sat by the campfire, face illuminated by the fire as the warriors three, Lady Sif and Thor listened to him talk. They had stumbled upon unknown territory that night and had to stop to rest. It was dark out and the only light they had was the fire and the only shelter they had were the tents.
"Maybe you don't want to hear it." Loki pretended.
"Get on with it!" Fandral excitedly said.
"It is said that it was once a person," Loki mumbled, his voice dark. "It was greedy, selfish and sinful. It died, and returned back from the dead, only for him to exist as a pawn to extract revenge or torment those who draw breath from every slow intake from their functional lungs."
Loki paused for dramatic effect.
"The Draugr, they call it." He breathed, poking the fire.
"What does it look like?" Sif asked.
"It has an appearance of a dead man, with wounds swollen and dark, its flesh rotten and most foul. It is a horrid creature that was believed to travel Midgard as well. It hides behind icy glaciers, waiting for their prey."
"Are you sure you did not mistake them for Frost Giants?" Volstagg asked.
"No." Loki shook his head. "To know they are near, there will be a stench that is unmistakable. It is the smell of decay and rotten flesh."
"Do you smell that?" Fandral asked.
"Don't you dare!" Sif argued.
"They are believed to be shape-shifters. They enter dreams and leave a person a gift. They curse you and attack you for no reason and it is believed that Draugr's roam these lands we step foot on."
"You lie, brother."
"I'm not, Thor." Loki bit his lips to prevent himself from laughing. "To repel them is to put straws and twigs inside your clothes and—wait, do you smell that—? Is that— behind you!"
"AHHHHHhh!" They all jumped, swinging their weapons at nothing.
Loki snickered and turned into a laughing mess. They all grunted in annoyance, but Loki could only laugh at their predicament. The look on their faces was so predictable and funny.
They were so gullible.
Going back to reality, Loki shook his head.
The memory made him smile. The story was a lot scarier back then, but now, it was just childish nonsense. Loki had taken the interesting parts and shared them with Thor's friends, and of course, that got to their nerves and they did not speak to him until the end of their journey. Good times, Loki recalled.
"Why would someone read this?" He mumbled. "Whoever took this book had no manners at all."
He placed the book back on the shelf and turned around to go back to his spot at the end of the narrow corner.
Thud.
Loki stopped.
He turned and found the book lying on the floor again. He picked it up and walked to the other aisle, but no one was there.
"That's odd."
He turned back to push it into the dusty slot where the book was, when all of a sudden he saw dark bulging eyes covered in blood.
He dropped the book, but Loki did not scream.
He backed away in fright and hit the book shelf behind him. He dared to look back into the small slot, but the figure was gone. Loki curiously gained enough strength to look behind the book shelf, but no one was there. Loki backed away slowly and decided not to think on it. Maybe he was just tired and he was hallucinating things again, much like he did back inside his room that night.
He stood at the middle of the large hallway, in the center of the design carved on the ground.
"I could have sworn—" Loki grumbled.
Thud.
He ran towards the sound and found another book lying on the ground. He did not bother to pick it up, afraid of looking at what the title said. He did not need any more distractions, and this prevented him from looking for an answer. Someone was playing with him, and did not want to be found out.
Loki did not like games that made him the victim.
He peeked through every aisle and noticed at the far end was the same person he had seen behind the book shelf. Loki was slightly afraid of approaching him, but how would he know if the man was real or not if he didn't try.
"Hello?" Loki called.
The man had his back turned and it merely moaned, giving Loki chills.
"D—do you need help?" He asked politely.
Screw being polite.
Now was not the time.
"Ughh—hughh—" It gurgled.
Loki looked at him again and was horrified.
Blood dripped from the man's back down to its legs and created dragging trails of blood on the floor. His leg was severely dislocated, twisted in every angle. Loki felt his hair rise and swallowed in fear. It continued to drag itself to the dead end that circled back to the only entrance, and this was Loki's chance to find an answer.
He slowly listened to the gurgling noise and the slushing sound of its leg being dragged through the hall.
Loki followed quietly.
When Loki reached the dead end, there was nothing there but the blood stopping at the corner. Loki nearly shouted in frustration.
"That's impossible!"
He walked back to the other end of the aisles and found nothing.
Feeling fear crawl all over his skin, he walked back and abandoned everything he left in the corner. He rushed out of the library as soon as he had the chance to breathe and ran into Sif.
"Loki!" Sif called. "Thor's looking for you."
"I don't have the time," Loki mumbled. "By— by any chance Sif, did you see any injured Einherjar come out of the library?"
"No." She said with concern. "Why would an Einherjar go to the library if he was injured? Is this a joke?"
"I jest not, Milady."
"I didn't see any injured men on my way in." She said. "Why? Care to describe him for me?"
"Tall man, brown hair, swollen dark eyes and a pierced through chest," Loki described. "He had a dislocated leg bent from the knee down."
"He was walking?"
"Limping, there's a blood trail left at the end of the library."
"Let me see."
Sif pushed Loki out of the way, drawing her weapon out and bravely went in while Loki followed wearily. "You are saying he is still in here?"
"He was messing with some books and I was the only one here." Loki shrugged worriedly.
"There's no blood." Sif paused.
"Oh." He was speechless.
"Oh?"
"What would you have me say?" Loki predicted this. "They must've gotten rid of the evidence."
"Loki, do you hear yourself talking?"
"I should go." He turned.
"Loki!" She called.
But he ignored her.
Loki did not want to hear another lecture, especially not from one of the warriors four. He walked out of the library, hoping to forget what he had seen and just hoped he would be able to figure out what that was. Sif however, was left in the library alone, in the middle of the huge hall.
Thud.
She raised her weapon and walked over to the aisle where the sound came from. There was a book on the floor and there was no one there. She realized that Loki was right, and there was no mistaking that weird inky feeling. She raised her weapon again when she saw a shadow move past but disappeared quickly. She ran to the next aisle and found nothing.
No one was there.
She turned to the corner where Loki had settled before and found the doll sitting on the top shelf. Sif tilted her head in confusing and reached out for the doll. She felt its sharp teeth pierce through her index finger and she retracted her hand quickly.
"Ow!" Sif winced. "Norns, that is sharp."
The doll fell to the floor with a soft hiss.
She sucked the blood from her finger and picked up the doll by stabbing her sword on its chest. Sif eyed it carefully from an angle and it gave her bad feelings. She did not want to stay in the library, so she took the doll to try and find Thor.
She had a lot to tell Thor of this tale.
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Loki walked alone, a little into the night through the streets of Asgard. There were many places to be in, not just the palace and there were places that nobody dared visit. Loki chose the upper parts of Asgard near the bridge. It was rarely used and mostly for shortcuts and there were no guards in sight.
"Maybe they're right." Loki thought. "Maybe I don't know myself anymore."
Loki walked through the piles of orange leaves, allowing himself to step on it with a crunch. Suddenly, the breeze turned towards Loki, making it a bit chilly for him. He was a Frost Giant, but that didn't mean he didn't feel cold. He could still feel it, just not to the extent that others do.
Crunch.
Loki turned his head to see Thor, holding the doll.
"Why are you here?" Loki scowled.
"You're not happy to see me." Thor grimaced. "I came to see if you were well."
"How did you know I was here?" He asked. "I thought Heimdall could not see me."
"I did not ask him. I merely guessed. You were distracted so it was easy for me to sneak up on you. I think I'm finally learning how to be silent."
"Good for you." Loki smiled. "But I never thought you used this bridge."
"I know where you venture to when you want time alone."
"Spying on me now, are you, dearest brother?"
"Aye." Thor grinned. "I am here to expose you of your secrets."
"You dare not deny it." Loki pouted. "How utterly direct."
"I'd rather you know my intention before you scream at me."
"And what intentions are they, Thor?"
"To apologize and to help."
"Why?" Loki wondered.
"Because I was wrong to allow you to fight this alone."
"Do you trust me?"
"I have to."
"Then you are forced on the idea, brother." Loki looked away. "But I forgive you."
"You always do."
"You know my reason."
The wind blew, allowing the orange leaves to fall from the bridge.
"Sif found this in the library." Thor lifted the doll. "She may have stabbed it and told me it was because it pricked her finger. Before you react, the doll was at the top shelf, so she reached out for it. She also told me she saw a shadow."
"She did?"
"Aye, and she somewhat believes you." He shrugged.
"Does she now?" Loki took the doll from Thor. "I don't believe myself anymore, Thor."
"If the nightmares continue to plague you, you are more than welcome to stay in my room."
"I do not wish to be a burden to you."
"It's not a burden."
"It is."
"Loki—"
"What will the servants think?" Loki frowned. "More importantly, everyone believes I'm mad. I'm already agreeing to the idea that I am, but why should I prove them right when I could do the opposite?"
"The servants would think that you merely wish for my company?"
"No, Thor." He turned to him. "They would think strange things. Rumors would not be good for your reputation. Let it be on mine, but never yours, brother."
"I do not care about my reputation if it is my brother's that is being sullied." Thor placed a hand to Loki's neck for comfort.
"Tell that to the fates, or to the Norns." Loki laughed. "Alright, brother. Just once more and I will listen to you."
"You would stay with me?"
"If you wish," Loki snickered, trying to forget everything.
"What are you snickering at, Loki?" Thor stared at him suspiciously.
Loki entangled himself from Thor's hand and turned his back to walk away. He continued to snicker as Thor continued to follow with confusion.
"This will be a wonderful rumor."
"What?"
Thor watched as Loki paused and turned back to him.
"I do love causing chaos," Loki raised the doll and pretended it was Thor. "It's been so long since I made mischief and this is the perfect chance. This could potentially ruin you, brother. You'd bring shame to Odin."
Thor watched as Loki played with the doll, moving its tiny arms, with a grin on his face.
"Loki, what are you talking about?" Thor blinked.
"The dishonor and the shame you allow yourself to succumb to. To have such lewd thoughts to cave away at your desires! You are so lecherous and so vulgar as to ask your little brother of such a thing. You wish to have your desires fulfilled—"
Loki shook his head, walking back inside.
He lifted the doll face to face with him and pretended to talk to it and shed a tear.
"I thought my brother and I had something special, dear child."
"I— Loki—what?" Thor was speechless.
"Mother would never hear the end of this!" Loki grinned and began to run for his life.
"Stop that!" Thor ran as soon as Loki bolted. "Loki! Come back here!"
"To bed he says! Stay with him, he says!"
"What?" Thor shouted. "Stop that!"
"MOTHER!" Loki screamed. "Thor means to take me to be—"
"THAT'S NOT TRUE!" Thor tackled Loki and they were both sent sprawling to the floor. The doll was instantly disregarded as Thor pinned Loki to the ground to shut him up. Loki wouldn't stop laughing.
"I jest!" He laughed. "Get off me!"
"Not until you take those words back."
"Do you deny them?"
Thor blinked, looking at Loki blinking his eyes in a seductive way, clearly jesting. Thor rolled his eyes as Loki continued to laugh underneath him.
From there, Loki realized something.
All his worries disappeared whenever he spent time with his brother.
Every time, his worries instantly disappeared at his brother's presence. Just like that, they were gone in an instant. It was a ray of light, as if the nightmares dared not to touch him when Thor was near. It was an idea Loki wanted to cling onto. The nightmares ran from his brother, and he did not know why.
Thor was his hope.
But he could also be Loki's downfall.
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His theory would no sooner be proved wrong.
That night, Loki fisted the sheets and curled tightly into a ball. Thor was sleeping right next to him, but that thought faded away so quickly, that Loki believed he was alone on his own bed. He fisted the sheets as if he was cold and he trembled slightly.
In the dark corner of the room, a lean bulky figure walked over to the edge of Loki's bed.
Through the moonlight's haze, the figures patterns traced along its skin. It was dark and blue that its semblance to Loki was almost immediate. The clouds outside covered the light, allowing the darkness to continue to drown him. When the figure stopped in front of the bed, Loki immediately felt its presence and slowly woke up.
He blinked his eyes for a few times and turned his gaze to the edge of the bed. Loki's eyes widened as he pushed himself up to sit. He raised the sheets up to his nose for defense, as if that would help him. The figure didn't move, as the clouds outside allowed the moon light to resurface, Loki couldn't help but freeze.
Laufey stood there with all his glory and shame.
"You killed me." He moaned.
Loki squeaked.
"My own son,"
Blood gurgled from his mouth, dripping to the sheets.
The blood pooled on the sheets, frightening Loki. He had completely forgotten about Thor, sleeping right next to him as he watched blood dribble down Laufey's chin. It poured out of his mouth and the same words translated through the thick crimson blood.
Loki fidgeted, unable to breathe properly.
All of a sudden, Laufey's head was sliced perfectly, allowing his head to fall to the sheets and roll towards Loki's lap.
Loki covered his mouth as his breath hitched.
Laufey's neck showered drops to the carpet as the body fell limp on the floor, cringing as if the last ounces of strength had not been used. The head stared back at Loki, crimson eyes bled. Laufey's mouth was open as blood gurgled out, tainting more of the white sheet.
Loki had enough.
He carefully got out of bed and moved silently through the dark room, away from the convulsing body. When he opened the door something dropped from the ceiling from a loosely made noose.
Drip.
The shadow swayed.
Drip.
And swayed.
Plop.
Loki covered his mouth from screaming and lowered his gaze.
Blood continued to drip slowly.
Loki forced himself to look up and saw Sif hanging dead and limp from the ceiling with a rope wrapped tightly around her neck. Her mouth watered with saliva, and Loki could tell she choked. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and showed nothing but teary white eyes.
It showed nothing but a blank stare.
Her fingers were still twitching and her body convulsed slightly.
Blood dripped from her finger.
"S—sif?" Loki's lips quivered.
What was happening?
Sif's body stopped moving from the noose. Loki carefully maneuvered himself to the side of the door, not wanting to touch Sif's body.
He was already in tears.
"This is not Asgard." Loki stared at the hallway.
He moved away from Sif, to stand at the wall. Each end of the hallway was a little darker. The walls were rusty, torn and bloody. And blood trailed the floors, hand prints and scratch marks also riddled them.
"This is just a dream." He told himself.
"A glimpse you shall see." The voice laughed. "A world created for thee."
Loki found himself walking for some unknown reason.
He walked through nexus of closed spaces, through scattered remains of the imprisoned and killed. He could smell rotten flesh and watch as the maggots ate them away. Loki covered his mouth and swallowed thickly the bile that rose up his throat.
He blinked his tears away and continued to walk.
"AHhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Loki flinched at the blood-curdling scream.
"MAKE IT STOOOopp!"
There were faint screams and cries calling for him.
Squish.
Loki lifted his bare foot and saw that he had stepped on a human eye, making Loki cringe and squeak in fear. Loki could feel it in-between his toes, making him want to gag. Loki stopped. He just couldn't take it anymore. He stopped in the middle of the hall and covered his eyes. He ignored the feeling on his bare foot and the sounds he could hear from the distance.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Suddenly, Loki felt something touch him and try to pry his hands away.
"Please—"
Loki did not fight.
The person managed to pry his hands off, but Loki kept his eyes shut.
"Stop—please." Loki begged.
All of a sudden, he was embraced and shushed into comfort.
When Loki opened his eyes, he was fisting a dark colored tunic. His head was on a bulky shoulder and the person's arm was wrapped around his waist while the other stroked his hair gently. In the corner of his eye, he was in Asgard's hallway and a familiar scent attacked his nose. It was soothing, calming and truly familiar.
"It's alright." Thor said. "I am right here, Loki."
He hadn't realized he was crying until Thor pulled him away and wiped his tears.
"Thor—" He called out, voice trembling.
"We shall see a healer." Thor said sternly. "And you will go."
Loki merely nodded.
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TBC…
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