One
There are many times when you could say this all began. Childhood, teen years, the betrayal, even start with my time on earth. Maybe there are too many
ways to start, and I should just never start at all. But alas I am here, and I do dwell on these pasts. So I'll begin briefly with my way to earth. I cant
remember strongly what happened as I fell from Thor's hands, besides being calm. And then nothingness. A dark voice, which I know now as the Chitari,
creeping into my mind and telling me of all the things I've dreamed. Power, Glory, and the most hidden secret of mine Love. Not even the feeble minded hell
bent army Chitari could find my real dreams. Not that I would ever let anyone know, I fight to not even let myself dream of these desires sometimes. Once I
met this army, and we made our plan I was under their spell. The Tesseract being an object of such magnitude made me its slave. Any hate or pain I felt
before was greatly increased by that of over a thousand bilge snipes. Never heard of them? They are disgusting creatures.
What matters most however is my time on earth. It is why I am here, in this cell. Locking in metal bonds, and if I could hurt from cold a pain most others
feel, I would be feeling the harsh sting like the one in my heart.
So to really begin, lets start with my capture in Germany by the great Captain, Widow, and Man of Iron coming in swiftly to save eighty or so people who
don't even matter. My plow for attention, maybe he'll come to save his earthlings now. As I dug into the skull of a mans eye. A torrentous number not
necessary, but fun. To let off some steam, to ease my tension was all I really needed. However, once giving orders and telling the mortals of their hopeless
"freedom" I was swiftly defeated and cornered and all sides. They bound me and hoisted me to their ship.
Whilst aboard their black sky ship, They try and get my attention. While I try and plan ahead. Captain likes to act like I have guilt, and Man of Iron likes to
stare. I begin thinking of all the terrible things I could do to them. Stabbing, piercing, blood, bursting, but then I heard him.BAM.
A crash of thunder and bright light outside. I sink into my chair before I can realize my motion.
The Captain calls to me, "Scared of a little lightening?"
"I'm not overly fond of what follows." I state back, keeping my eyes fixed on the windshield. Given only a moment, a thud and slam atop the ship are
bellowed into are small hollow cavity and as swiftly as the door to the sky ship open Thor has grabbed me and shoots me with him into the crisp air and away
from the ignorant mortals.
While enjoying this brief moment of being in his arms, I open my eyes to be promptly slammed against the ground underneath him. He stays atop me as if to
frighten me. I settle underneath his weight, his knees on both my sides.
We stare at each other for what feels like hours. He then backs off suddenly and I can realize the great amount of pain Im in. I sit up, trying not to show any
weakness or grimace and we begin to hostile words. He begins like Odin would, blaming and screaming at all the dreadful things I've done. I can see the pain
in his eyes, yet I feed off of it. Everything I say getting him closer to hurt, I want to see his tears. Those glorious tears, let me see you weak. He grabs me
again, and slams me against a wall. The pain shooting through my spine and again he goes to physical confrontation; unable to handle our argument with
words. Tell me beautiful words, Oh tell me of my fallacies.
And that's when it happened. As I caught my breath from the impact of the wall, he let me catch a moment of vulnerability with him. His eyes catching rays
from the moon. A stand of hair in his eyes.
Releasing his hand on the scruff of my collar, brushing my chest with his fingers.
"You give up this poisonous dream,' His deep voice aches, 'You come home." He cries. Staring straight into my heart. I wanted to say, "Only with you", but
instead I say "I have no home."
His face lunges towards mine. Getting ready for a painful impact I wince and shut my eyes. His hand moves from my chest to my hair and pulls me into an
embrace. Our lips hard against each others. I open my eyes suddenly. His eyes shut, his brows scowling. His lips so tender against mine, his fingers
interlacing into my black hair. I give way. Our lips completely eclipsed in each others. Biting and sucking for dominance. His force pushing me hard against
the wall.
"Ahhh. . .Loki. . ." His deep voice echoes into my ears. It sets me a fire and our tongues begin to dance. Before we realize our hands are underneath each others
tunics and I can feel him hard against my leg.
In the moonlight, in his pain. He realizes what crime has been done. A crime I could live in for die for. And he gently stops our embrace, before exploding
backwards. Don't let me go I plead, but only a nervous breath comes out. He turns away for a moment to catch himself, the obvious emotions circulating his
mind.
What have I done, What would father think, I'm angry furious but I feel . . .
His hand on my cheek again as he draws near, the friendly finger in my hair. His face so close to mine, Can I live in this moment?
I close my eyes to breath in his scent, He speaks, "You listen to me." in his deep tone that rattles as it moves and He's gone. My eyes open to the now empty
space. My body still feeling forced against the wall.
The ignorant Man of Iron took him away and they fight like peasants on the ground below, taking down trees and shining bright rays of light to the sky. As I
sit myself atop the hill holding my cheek.
My ear is still warm, and my face is hot. "Oh I'm listening brother." I mewled and lay my aching body on the cold grass. The dampness soaked into my hair
cooling the warmth of my skin. I grip tight to the grass and rips shreds. I gaze at the sky to clear my mind, but it only causes more agitation.
I feel a sickness inside me growing. I am a child of naught. I cover my face and feel the now cold leather twinge against my hot skin and clear my thoughts.
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