The white sheets of the hospital bed melted with the paling color of her skin, allowing the blues and purples of what happened the night before to shine through. She whimpered slightly under her breath as she tried once again to remove the IV that hung from her elbow. Her right arm stood strong in a grey colored cast, the bones nearly complete shattered. Both sides of her face were swollen, they wanted to wire her jaw shut, but Thor was smart enough to take her side when she refused. He knew she was going to run to Loki, who would heal her. The pain medication was barely taking the edge off of the waves of pain surging through her body. Her red hair was tied back loosely, making her bruises on her face stand out even more. Her golden eyes found Thor's blue one with a most pitiful look.
"I will not take you to see my brother, Amelia." He spoke, voice laced with authority. She stared at him, anger ever so present in her glare as she reached for her IV with her broken hand. Sounds of discomfort fell from her lips as she tried her hardest to grab the iv and remove it.
"Amelia stop!" He ordered but she ignored it. They had Loki in his prison, she knew it. This wasn't his fault though. He had one of his episodes. His terrors got the best of him and even as he was lashing out at her in his sleep she knew this wasn't him. She would never blame him. This was her job. To care for him when he was in these states. She had signed the contract knowing at one point he would probably kill her and at the time she wouldn't lie. She was suicidal, but now a much greater force drove her to make sure he was seen as different. She loved him.
With a shriek of pain, she ripped the IV from her vein, blood flowing freely from the spot, spraying with every beat of her fast beating heart. Thor was by her side in a second, placing his hand over the wound and squeezing. Someone rushed in, and she couldn't be sure who it was, nor did she care, but they stopped the bleeding in just a few seconds.
"You would really injury yourself to see the man who caused you this pain!" Thor, all but yelled at her. She nodded, glaring at him. He should knew that yes, she would. She needed Loki, like he needed her. She knew their relationship was considered abusive, but it didn't matter to her. He sighed and rubbed his face, talking quietly to the nurse who looked at Amelia with a pain looked, nodding none the less.
The blood from her arm was soaking through her gown but she didn't care. They lifted her from the bed and placed her in the wheelchair, making her nearly scream. Her hip had to be put back into place after they found her on the floor of Loki's room, right there on the spot. They couldn't wait for the hospital room since they were unsure of how long someone had left the camera unattended and had no idea how long it was since Loki had injured her. The ride to Loki's prison was long, unbearable, and filled with silence.
Her eyes were met with Loki walking around the glass enclosure, pacing. His black and green attire stood out almost the white colored floor and furniture. White drives him crazy. He cannot stand the brightness as it reminds him of the times he had placed her in the hospital. She knew instantly that it was an illusion, the books were untouched. Loki always read when he was in prison. It distracted him, made time go faster as he was never allowed to stay in it for long. She made sure of that. She normally wasn't allowed in here. She's release him and they knew it. She'd take them back to his room and make his punishment be in there.
She stood from the chair and placed her hand on the glass. He raised her eyebrow at her, a pained look across his face as he finally saw that damage he had done.
"Cut it out," She spoke, muffled since she couldn't open her mouth much. He shook his head, a sorrowful look across his face. He didn't want the truth to be revealed. The pain he had caused himself. The destruction he had inflicted upon the room. Her hand flew up, smacking the glass as hard as she could.
"You think that's going to bother me. Poor little Amelia wants to see the infliction you've caused me. The affect you think you have over me." He laughed quietly under his breath as he stood before her. The glass separating the two of them, but showing their great size difference. He stood at a great six foot four, where as she was only five foot two. His vision went over her to Thor who was standing just as tall behind her. His warm hand wrapped around the base of her elbow, being careful not to apply too much pressure against her fresh wound. She stared into Loki's blue eyes as she ripped her arm out of Thor's grasp. She looked at the ground, before dropping herself into a sitting position. She shrieked as the pain coursed through her body with the impact of hitting the ground but she didn't care.
"You're really going to be so stubborn that you'd rather be in pain instead of the comfort of a bed, looking at the monster who did this to you." Loki spoke, trying to intimate her, but she wouldn't let it. He kneeled, eye level with her as he shook his head. She glared at him as much as possible through the swelling.
"Fine!" He yelled, realizing she wasn't leaving. The illusion disappeared showing Loki's true form. Hair wavy and thrown everywhere from running his hands through it, pulling it like she knew he was. Dark circles stood out against his pale skin. His back was placed against the farthest wall from her. He looked utterly defeated. The bed was broken in half, books ripped and torn every which way. She heard as gasp from behind her, no doubt the people who should have been watching him had no idea the damage he had done.
"Open the doors," Tony's voice met her ears. Normally Tony would pick her up without her permission and take her back, but today he could see she was determined. Loki stood, covering the space between them in two strides. He instantly gathered her in his arms, disappearing from the watching eyes. She laid her head on his shoulder, gulping at the sickness that waved over her every time he teleported with her. Carefully he laid her on his bed, wrapping her in the black satin sheets and sitting next to her. She reached for him, placing a hand on his cheek before slipping down, reaching for his heart, but he caught her hand.
"I do not deserve your comfort." He spoke softly, as if his voice would blow her away, "If I heal you, it will be very painful this time. I have done far more damage than I ever have. Thor came to me, told me all of the bones I have broken. The bruises I have caused. Do you still want me to heal you? I'll try to make it bearable though, if I have your blessing to touch you."
She nodded, instantly. Without a second thought. She knew it would hurt, for he had to heal her many times. From times of her own discretion to when he had done it.
"Can I remove this hideous gown?" She nodded against his cheek as he whispered in her ear, "They cannot see us. I promise." He pulled the blanket down once more, before settling between her legs. His fingers shook as he reached for gown, untying it swiftly behind her neck and pulling it down her battered arms.
"I have to start with your face. I don't want you to injure it any more than I already have." She nodded as he leaned down and placed his lips against the outline of her jaw. The feeling of his lips fought the every growing feeling of heat that grew. Her head fell back in pain. His lips couldn't save her from the pain of his jaw relocating, the feeling of her bones snapping back together. A loud pop rang through the empty room as her mouth fell open in a silent scream. His lips followed the path of purple up to the side of her face. His ice cold lips trailed around the broken eye socket. Her hand squeezed his bare hip, nails digging in as her face swelled a bit more. The bones were fusing back together. She knew they'd be fractured still, but it was much better than the complete break she had currently.
"It's almost over Amelia. I can make the rest more pleasure full. This isn't how I wanted the first time I pleasured you to be…" He spoke trailing off. She thought of the other night, her dream. He was behind it, and surprisingly she was okay with it. She arched against him as the feeling of the swelling finally relieved some. Her mouth fell open, gasping for breath like a fish out of water.
"You…you invaded my dreams the other night didn't you." She spoke, feeling a smile press against her skin as he worked his way to her neck. He kissed every inch of her neck, making her expose it more and more for him. The bruises didn't leave much of a feeling of being healed, just a burning feeling that allowed her to know what he was moving to.
"I was. After all, how else can I repay someone who has allowed their love for me to go unknown in honor of her job to care for me. To be my slave and put my own happiness in front of her own. Someone who allows me to do such horrible things to her body when I cannot control my own. Someone who, to be honest, I am afraid to repay the feelings. I'll just hurt you Amelia, and those wounds I cannot heal." She shook her head against him as he moved farther down, his lips trailing over her arm where she ripped the iv from.
"You won't Loki. I can see you love me." She spoke. His head shot up, a sense of horror behind his pained eyes. "If I was anyone else. You wouldn't care about healing me and if you did, you'd let me endure the pain it caused me. However, you're trying to do anything you can to save me."
He shook his head, resting it against the side of her chest over her heart. She used her good hand to reach for his chin. Bringing it to her face as she kissed him hard. He allowed her to melt their lips together. In what seemed like a second his clothes had disappeared from under them. His cool skin felt hot to her, his need ever so present. He placed his hand on her hip, scorching the bruise away and allowing her to open her legs wider for him to fit comfortably.
"May I?" He asked softly against her lips as he reached between them. She nodded. She had seen his impressive length more than once before. She had, had to wash him before when his PTSD had gotten the best of him and drained him. She knew it was going to take some getting used to since she had not been with anyone in over two years. He placed the head of his arousal against her folds, slowly pushing harder and harder against her. She moaned more than she could imagine as he paused, his base fully pressed against her. She gripped his behind hard holding him there, she wasn't ready for him to move for the pleasure he was bring her w much bigger than the burning of his healing rushed through each part of her body. The spots in her back that had been cracked were seizing with an energy that would have caused her pain if not for his length hitting the spot deep in her.
"Your devotion to me is every so present." He moaned as he placed his head in the crock of her neck. He paused, looking over at her casted arm, "I can't heal it, if I can't touch it Amelia." She nodded and brought her hand up to him, but he shook his head. "It's far too damaged for that. Lay it flat, stretched so we don't hit it."
He sat, almost on his knees, still deep in her as he grabbed the walls of the cast and pulled. A pained scream flew from her lips as he broke the cast apart, plaster flying in all directions.
"Do not move it!" He spoke, warning her as he began to move deep in her. She nodded as a low moan fell from her lips. She could feel each inch of his length pressing harder and harder against her insides. She shivered as she felt how warm her insides made his cold skin. The problem with being in love with a frost giant was he was never warm. If she was cold she would never be able to cuddle up to him for warmth, not that Loki was the cuddling type to begin with. He could see she was deep in thought and picked up his strides, going harder, and harder against her. She could feel herself contract around him, moaning loud and louder. Her body arched against his chest, earning moans from the god of mischief. She knew his moan would drive her crazy, she had heart it once before when she had rubbed his sore muscles, but this was different. This was primal, desperate, almost like he needed it.
"Tell me when you're close Amelia." He whispered, "Tell me when you're about to cum around me." The words traveled straight to her womanhood, bringing her closer and closer. He reached between them, his thumb finding the magical button that made her moans no longer moans and made them screams instead. His thrust became sharper, more needing as she gripped his back and dragged her nails against his flesh. She was sure she was drawing blood, but he didn't seem to mind.
"Harder Amelia," He clenched his teeth against her neck, his hand coming to rest against her broken arm the other coming to grips on her hip making her feel every thrust harder than before, "Amelia I need the pain. Claw me harder!" He ordered and she was happy to oblige. Her nails sunk into the skin of his back harder than before. He arched into her, his thrust becoming desperate for the comfort of her insides.
"Loki, I'm close." She breath out. He nodded, his mouth coming down upon her erect nipples. It's all it took to send her over the edge. Her legs tightening around his hips, stopping him from moving. He took the opportunity to focus on her arm. Her screams of pleasure were accompanied with sounds of pain as the bones in her arm regenerated and snapped together. The hand he had on her hip came to her clit once more, rubbing harder and harder, sending her in overdrive to drown the pain in her arm. Tears slid down her face as the burning in her arm stopped. He arched into her once more, feeling her convulse for the last time around him as he came deep in her. Her name fell from his lips as he collapsed next to her, trying to only cover half of her body with his weight.
"I am sorry I caused you such pain." He pushed through his labored breathing.
"You healed me, now only fragments of what happened will remain." She spoke as she placed a kiss on the hand that was resting on her cheek, "Can I ask you something Loki?"
"Anything darling." He spoke closing his eyes.
"How long has it been since you've been with a woman?" She couldn't help but ask. With his good looks he could get any woman, but in her two years here she had never seen him with someone.
"Far too long, my dear. Now rest. The healing will wear you out far more than our love making." He spoke, smiling down on her as he changed their position. She rested her hand on his heart for the first time in what seemed like days. He took an inhale for breath before listening to her soft inhales.