The comfort of my bed engulfs me trying to ease the pain away, helping me attempt to forget. Suppressing the emotions I force my breathing to slow and my thoughts to disappear. The only thing that allows this is my body complete desire of sleep the last few nights my mind has been whirling and subsequently I have spent most of my nights reading and because of the recent incident practicing with my knives.
The boys surround me laughing, this time there are six of them all as tall and as muscular as Thor.
"You weakling" they gear as two of them hold me tight the others punching me as hard as possible at any part they can reach. The blood is already flowing down my face form my nose and my vision is blurred. Although I can not see knives I feee the pain once again in my wrists and I almost black out. When I am able to pull my eyelids apart I can see across from me at the other side of the court yard Odin. Help me! I attempt to say with my eyes but his only response is to shake his head while glowering and turn away.
"See your own father cares not for you. This is what you deserve." one of the boys gears angrily at me.
"No" I say meekly not wanting to hear there words, the words I know are true.
"You would dare disagree? I suppose we must simply reenforce the lesson." the boys blows increase.
"Brother"
I hear a call but it seams to be from far away and I have not the energy to care, I simply attempt to protect myself from the harsher of there blows.
"Loki" the urgency in the voice brings me to myself. For a moment I feel myself standing and can barely make out a room that is familiar to me before the ground slips sideways seemingly dropping me into Thor's arms.
"Careful brother" the concern is deep. "Come this way." gently he leads me to his bead half carrying my weight he sets me onto the conferrable surface. "are you all right?"
How did I get in hear? What is going on? I wonder rubbing my forehead which is pounding. Where are the boys? My heart rate accelerates at the thought and I look around desperately wrapping my arms around my torso, protectively curling into a ball.
"Brother what is wrong?" Thor questions jumping to his feet and also looking around desperately attempting to locate the cause of my distress.
"They are coming." I can barely hear the words and hoping that Thor did not hear them.
"Who?" he looks alarmed before sitting down on the bed near me and looking much calmer. "Is it from your dream?"
"w-what?" I question momentarily confused.
"Your dream, I assume that was what happened. You entered my room with no noise at all and well proceeded to attempt to brake several things you seemed to believe were attacking you and... You seamed rather scared..." he trails off not seaming to want to go into details.
No! Why did this happen? How could my body do that? I have heard of those who can move in there sleep but how could I reach hear? And why? Why? The embarrassment is too much that when Thor attempts to place a hand on my shoulder I shrug it away turning so I am no longer facing him.
"Brother. What was your dream about?"
I stiffen trying to block out the memory. The dream that was a twisted replica of a memory. One still so recent it burns my heart to remember it.
I hear Thor move but still refuse to look towards him. I am startled when I feel two warm hands on my knees. Thor is kneeling before me looking me straight in the eyes. "Please brother. Just tell me."
His voice is find with such kindness that I brake. The fears the loneliness the self hatred just come tumbling out. One look into his eyes and the tears are pounding out of mine. Huge gasping shudders shake my frame as the raw emotions burst fourth. I have no idea when Thor garbed me but when I finally feel the tears slow to a steady stream I become aware that at some point Thor had climbed onto the bed and pulled me into his lap, his strong arms encasing me in warmth and safety. Thor will protect me. My brother will not low the boys to attack me at this moment. That thought coupled with Thor's converting steady presence allows me to slowly regain control of myself.
When the last sob has left me and the tears begin to dry I realize the situation I am in. Thor and I have not been this close for years. When we were much younger we used to be practically inseparable but then Thor became to busy for me. Who am I anyway but a ridiculously needy little brother? Thor has his own friends now. He does not need my to spend time with. He is much to busy for me. I shift out of his embrace and onto the floor.
"I apologies for disrupting your sleep. I will guarantee that it will not happen again and thank you for your kindness." The words are soft and I turn my head away so as to not have to see his expression. He is probably relieved that I will bother him no more. Now I suppose I will have to sleep with my door locked. I do not wish to risk this repeating. I can not let Thor see me that weak again.
Without another word or glance I close the door behind be and carefully make my way back to my room.
I have actually had this chapter finished for quite some time now. I hope you enjoyed it and as always I am extremely grateful for you spending your time reading!