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The Chitauri’s Revenge
Chapter Eighteen
            The walk to Yfulen’s cell was tense. Loki noticed that each step caused Thor more agitation. His jaw clenched and unclenched, as did his hands. His face stayed flushed, as if he were ready for battle. In a sense, he was, but Loki hoped that it wouldn’t come to blows. Yfulen could not have gotten into his room the night before, but the more Loki thought about the alternative, the more he hoped it was Yfulen. He would rather be tied to him than the Other.
            When the doors opened to the cell hall, Loki’s stomach curled. A rush of heat spread through his body, followed immediately by the blue tinted magic. It did not attack him; it felt as if it were cradling him, holding him against any ill thoughts or emotions that may take over him. The warmth continued to spread as he and Thor walked through the hall. Loki did his best not to show any type of reaction to the magic, although the flush of his cheeks and his twitchy fingers said otherwise.
            Finally, they stopped in front of Yfulen’s cell. Loki couldn’t bring himself to look inside. Instead, he glanced around the other cells, his fingers tugging and fidgeting with the robe he wore. He refused to look up. His heart hammered against his sternum, his lungs failing miserably to take in any sort of oxygen. What would he say? What would he ask? How could he explain to Yfulen that he had conjured his image?
            “Loki,” Yfulen looked up and paused. He thought he had felt Loki, but he hadn’t been positive. He stood from his usual place and stepped forward—only to feel a wash of Loki’s magic over his body. It swirled and stroked and dug deep into his muscles and bones. It made him stagger, his breath hissing out between tightly clenched teeth. He knew what this was immediately, and fear coiled into his gut. He had thought that had been a dream, a wonderful dream, but a dream none-the-less.
            Apparently, he was wrong, and now he had taken another step in ruining Loki. He had forced something else upon him without meaning to, and he hated himself for it.
            “Loki, I—I didn’t know…” Yfulen struggled to breathe, and as he spoke, he felt Loki’s pain and fear wash over him—a blanket of needles, searing hot against his skin. Loki was afraid of him and rightfully so. He had done what the Other had told him to without regard to who Loki was or what it would do to him. Now, the fates seem to have found sick pleasure in their accidental mating. Another wave of emotions hit him, yet this time, confusion was louder than any other. It screamed desperately in his ears and clawed deep into his chest. Yfulen knew it wasn’t actual pain. He knew that this was normal for mates; they felt their partner’s emotions in layers.
            “So, it is you,” Thor rumbled. The air became electrified, coating everything in static as he glowered at Yfulen. “What did you do this time? Trick him? Use your magic to manipulate him?”
            Yfulen bristled, “I have done nothing, Odinson. If you recall, no magic can be used within these barriers. The only way for me to have gone to Loki is for him to call on me.”
            The statement made Loki tense. Yfulen was right. He had summoned him, but he had truly thought that he had made a double. He felt dizzy and uncertain.
            “And he did. You could have refused him, knowing your fate,” Thor growled. “You will be executed for your crimes. Did you not tell father that the forced separation of two mates could destroy them?”
            “A death could,” Yfulen glowered at Thor, but his attention kept diverting to Loki. He was still staring at the floor, his shoulders hunched as if to make himself look smaller. “If one dies, the other will still retain their magic, but the loss will cause emotional and mental damage. So, when I am executed by your king, Loki will still be protected by my own magic.”
            “Are you not directly connected to the Other?” Thor crossed his arms over his chest. “How will we know that he is safe from him? How can you guarantee that Loki’s mind is safe?”
            “I’m right here, Thor,” Loki groused, “Do not speak as if I am not.”
            Thor clenched his jaw and forced himself to relax, “And you took spectacular care of yourself beforehand, Loki.”
            “Excuse me?” Loki turned to Thor, rage evident in his eyes. “How dare you—“
            “Loki,” Yfulen kneeled down as close as he could to Loki, “Baby, look at me.”
            Instead of tearing into Thor, Loki turned to Yfulen. When their eyes met, Loki felt his knees begin to buckle. He pressed a hand against the barrier of the glass, and despite the swirling in his stomach, he kept his eyes on Yfulen’s. Suddenly, his surroundings didn’t matter. His body and mind zeroed in on the creature in front of him, and as he did, he watched the green and blue wisps of magic curl together.
            “You’re safe now,” Yfulen murmured, “You’re safe from the Other’s mind. You’re stronger. You do not even need a mate now.”
            “But you’re my mate,” Loki objected. It still felt too dream-like to him. Safe from the Other? Safe from his games? Stronger? How could that possibly be true?
            “I will be executed, Loki,” Yfulen’s body ached as he watched emotions war on Loki’s face, “But even after I am executed, you will be safe. It will hurt, but only for a little while. Then, you are free to be with who you wish to be.”
            Loki stared at Yfulen. His heart hurt, almost unbearably. It sent pricks over his skin and left him breathless. He began to see—to realize just what Yfulen was implying.
            “You did this for me,” Loki murmured. His voice portrayed his terror, his pain, his disbelief that Yfulen would sacrifice himself for his well-being. “Sacrifice. You sacrificed yourself for me. You completed the mating. You…”
            “For you,” Yfulen insisted, “For you, Loki. I did everything for you. This way, you won’t suffer. You will not have to worry about the Other. You will not have to mate anyone you do not wish to.”
            “But you will die,” Loki was trying to stave off a panic attack. He did not want to collapse here. Not now. He needed answers, and hyperventilating would not get him answers. “You will die, but you have saved me.”
            Yfulen smiled, “It is the least I could do after everything that has happened to you.”
            Loki pursed his lips. He was trembling. He could hear the blood rushing through his ears. He could barely bring oxygen into his lungs. Yfulen had sacrificed himself. He had set it up in a way that could free Loki once he paid for his crimes. He had taken Loki’s fears of the Other manipulating his mind and thrown them out the window. He had… he had…
            “Open the cell,” Loki turned to Thor, who immediately shook his head. “Open it!”
            “Loki, I do not think it is a wise decision—“
            “Open. The. Cell,” Loki felt like clawing at Thor. He wanted to be close to Yfulen, even if it was for mere seconds. “He saved my life, Thor, he deserves this.”
            “He does not deserve anything,” Thor snapped, “He is the reason you were captured in the first place! Stop being so blind to the truth, Loki. Stop acting as if he is a saint. He destroyed you!”
            “The Other commanded him to! He commanded me to do what I did, and people suffered. Is it right that I am not in a cell, as well? Based on your logic, I should be incarcerated.” Loki glowered at Thor. The intensity of his emotions caused wisps of blue and green magic to curl around his fingers.
            “You did not have control—“
            “And you are saying he did?! That he had a choice against that monster? Oh, please, Thor, tell me I had a choice. Make me believe that I could have gotten rid of him while he broke my bones as he fucked me. Please, tell me that I could have escaped him when all I had was the pathetic hope that you would save me.”
            “That is not what… Loki,” Thor ground his teeth together. He was done with Loki throwing himself into being the victim. He was done with the regret and guilt of not being able to get to Loki sooner. Most of all, he was done with the connection between Loki and Yfulen. Loki should be intelligent enough to see that it was not right, that there was not a positive outcome to this situation. Yet, he stood in front of Thor, heaving and flushed with rage because he thought himself a victim.
            And Thor was finished with it.
            “I have been patient with you,” Thor did his best to choose his words wisely, “But you continuously fight me. You think me the enemy, when he stands behind this cell wall. You believe you are right, but you are blinded by your torture. You do not see the truth for what it is, and until you do, you will neither listen to me nor realize the destructive path you have chosen.”
            Loki felt as if Thor had taken a dagger and driven it through his gut. He stared at him until his words sank in completely. It was then that the magic inside of him burst out. He wanted to scream and sob, but his rage propelled him forward. He landed a solid hook on Thor’s jaw and watched as he stumbled back.
            Thor wiped the corner of his lips and stood, “If that is how it will be.”
            “It will,” Loki seethed, ignoring the concern washing over him from Yfulen. He lunged forward and threw another fist. Thor caught it quite easily. Loki was slower and weaker from his captivity, and he was so enraged that using his magic came second to throttling him. Thor took Loki’s fist and pulled him forward. He sank his own fist into Loki’s stomach and shifted quickly out of the path of his knee.
            Loki breathed sharply through the pain in his gut. He wobbled on his feet and then turned to face Thor. He was still far too angry to feel the intensity of Thor’s strike. He moved forward again and landed a hit. He was beginning to think that Thor was being easy on him, and that just enraged him further. He took another swing and managed to contain his yelp when Thor took his momentum and slammed him into one of the cell walls.
            Before Loki could move out of the way, Thor was on his back. He pushed Loki face-first against the wall, using his body weight to keep him still. He struggled, but the attempts were pathetic. Thor grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them above his head with one hand. His free hand moved to tangle into Loki’s hair. He pulled his head to the side so they could make eye contact.
            “You will stop this right now,” Thor tightened his grip on Loki’s wrists. He felt the bones move beneath him, but he could not bring himself to care. “You will cease your delusional love for that monster.” When Loki did not respond, Thor tugged his hair back again to look at his face. He froze when Loki shuddered, and then he noticed the flush creeping from his cheeks to his neck.
            Loki liked this.
            He liked being pinned and owned.
            He liked the pain.
            Thor’s stomach coiled into a knot. He was disgusted, but it explained why Loki liked Yfulen so much. At least, Thor could not imagine Yfulen doing anything but taking Loki by force.
            “You… Loki, you like this?” The repulsion in Thor’s voice was obvious. He stepped back and let go of Loki, who slid to the ground. “You actually… you like being hurt?”
            Did you like it?
            Did you like it?
            Did YOU LIKE IT?!
            Loki’s nightmare came back. Yet, this was reality. He was awake. Thor was asking him if he liked it. He fought down the urge to vomit; instead he tried to crawl away from Thor. It was a futile attempt. Thor took him by the shoulders and hauled him up. He was shaken several times as Thor babbled something at him about pain and suffering and—and—
            “Thor!”
            The voice made both of them freeze. Thor was the first to turn to Frigga, his hands falling from Loki’s shoulders.
            “Mother,” Thor flinched at the look she gave him and shifted from one foot to the other, “I was just… he just…”
            “Just nothing, Thor. You will accompany me. Loki,” she turned to look at her son. She could see his pain and fear, and she felt that on some level, it was her fault that Thor did not react appropriately. “You may stay and speak with Yfulen. However, I advise that you be quick about it.”
            Loki nodded. He did not trust his voice. Frigga stepped forward and smoothed some of his wild hair back into place. The touch calmed him to some degree, but he was still nervous about Thor standing so close to him. It was a relief when the two left, even if Thor’s eyes stayed on him until the doors closed.
The boiling of Loki’s blood became a simmer. He took several long, deep breaths and turned to Yfulen’s cell. He was still standing as close as he could to the barrier without activating the magic. Loki stepped directly in front of him and rest his forehead on the glass.
“You cried for him in your sleep,” Yfulen murmured. “You love him, Loki.”
“He is an idiot,” Loki closed his eyes and did his best to ignore the tears that tracked down his cheeks. “I hate him.”
“No, he simply does not understand. You will have to give him time,” Yfulen tried not to wince. He knew he had no life with Loki. He knew he was going to die. The best he could do was help Loki see why Thor was acting the way he was.
“Time does not heal,” Loki shook his head and opened his eyes. He looked at Yfulen and wished he could touch him.
“It may not heal, but it has a good way of showing us what we have done wrong,” Yfulen hesitated, “And what we have lost as a result of it.”
“Are you saying that I should simply forgive Thor for what he has said?” Loki slid his arms around his waist. It was not as comforting as someone else doing it for him, but it would have to do.
“No,” Yfulen shook his head and smiled, “What I am saying, Loki, is that you need to give yourself time to think. Your life is yours. You should be able to live it the way you see fit. Your best chance of doing that is after I pay for my wrong doings and you are free to do as you please.”
“But… but you helped me,” Loki hated how small he sounded—like a child.
“And I also raped and tortured you,” Yfulen grimaced, but forced himself to look at Loki. “What I did… it was wrong, so terribly wrong. This is the only way I can make up for it. If I don’t die, you will be trapped with me forever, and surely judged by the Allfather. If I do die, you will remain intact and able to make your own choices without his influence.”
“Yfulen…” Loki brushed the few tears from his face and swallowed the lump in his throat. “Thank you, Yfulen, thank you.”
It was at that moment that they both wished the barrier was not there. They both wanted to hold and be held. They wanted to feel each other’s body and emotions. They wanted to forget the world and what it had done to them.
“Good bye, Loki,” Yfulen rose his hand just far enough out from the barrier to feel the resistance. Loki pursed his lips and nodded.
“Good bye, Yfulen,” Loki offered a smile, a broken one, but a smile nonetheless. He turned and walked away from Yfulen, the cell, and whatever they had had together. The knowledge of what he was leaving behind made his heart constrict and his skin burn. By the time the doors shut to the cell hall, tears were slipping down his cheeks. He knew he should not feel what he did for Yfulen. He was right about the rape and torture. He knew that, but he couldn’t help the overwhelming need to be beside him, to object to his execution, to save him from his ridiculous plot of being the martyr.
Loki had to figure something out, even if he knew that Thor would do everything in his power to oppose him.
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