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The Chitauri’s Revenge
Chapter 19
            “He has not been himself since he returned, mother, and I fear I cannot reach him,” Thor clenched and unclenched his hands. He huffed out a breath and sagged into the chair in front of his mother.
            Frigga smiled sadly, “You can, but you are being… obstinate.”
            “Me? Is it he who refuses to accept—“
            “Thor,” Frigga held up her hand, “Tonight will be exceptionally difficult for Loki.”
            “Tonight?” Thor worked his jaw and shifted in his seat. “Why, mother?”
            “The best advice that I can give you, Thor, is to listen to him. Hold him. Let him cry. He has been through the unimaginable. He may never tell you what he experienced. He may tell you more than you wish to know. Just listen, Thor. You are brash and rough, but you can be tender and loving, and that is what he needs.”
“But if I coddle him, he will continue to act like the victim of…”

“You say he acts like the victim—he is the victim. He has been brutalized, his mind twisted, his magic weakened. Everything he was stripped piece by piece, both mental and emotional. The safety he has come to know is detrimental to him. He needs a new sense of safety, of belonging, and you, Thor, must create that for him.”
Thor breathed in slowly. He closed his eyes and shook his head, “How, mother? How can I do such a thing? He wishes for that… that thing. He chooses it over me.”
“What has Yfulen been doing?”
“What?”
“How has he been treating Loki?”
Thor paused and watched his mother thoughtfully, “As in, what he has done?”
“No, Thor. In the cell, how has he spoken and acted toward Loki?” Sometimes, Frigga felt like strangling her golden son.
“He… his voice is soft. He is open. Honest. He implores Loki to speak.”
“And, Thor, how have you been to Loki?”
Thor flushed. He had taken advantage of Loki. He had demanded that he stop acting like a victim. He had shaken him and thrown him around. He had—he had… Realization dawned on him, and it left him pale. Frigga watched him as he stood and paced the room. Finally, Thor stopped.
“Mother…” Thor hesitated. He wanted to thank her, but he felt the need to apologize more than anything else.
“It is not me you should be apologizing to,” Frigga raised her eyebrows. Thor would never understand how she simply knew, but he loved her for it. He stepped forward, pressed a kiss to her cheek, and then left the room.
“Thor,” When he paused, Frigga pursed her lips, “Loki is in for a trying night. Please, make it easier for him.”
Thor was not certain what she was hinting to, but he nodded, anyway.
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            Thor hesitated just outside of Loki’s door. There was no trace of ice and light streamed from beneath the door. He was in there, but Thor was nervous. He had hit Loki and then basically called him disgusting. Loki had looked broken and defeated, and it was Thor’s fault.
            “Loki,” Thor breathed. It was not loud enough to be heard through the door, and he was glad. His heart ached as he remembered how he treated Loki—how he had grabbed and shaken him. Instead of knocking, because he was scared of the rejection he may receive, Thor eased the door open. He clicked it shut behind him as gently as possible before looking into the room.
            The large bed was surrounded by green silk, curtains roped from each bed post. It prevented view of the person lying on the bed. Loki had always been private, so much so that Thor doubted he truly bedded anyone. The thought of Loki strewn out, arched and panting open-mouthed for someone else sent rage through Thor’s body. He stomped it out with a few breaths, reminding himself of what his mother had told him. His rage was the last thing Loki needed.
            Thor slipped his fingers between the two sets of curtains and eased them open. Loki was sleeping, fitfully, but he was sleeping. He could tell he was naked beneath the covers, but that was not what caught his eye. Loki’s hair, fanned out across the green silk of his pillow, made him look so unbelievably pale. He had darkness beneath his eyes, and the hollow of his cheeks stood out more than Thor remembered.
            Their mother had said that tonight, Loki would suffer. Thor did not know why or understand what was going to happen, but he knew he could not leave him alone. Slowly, as to not jostle Loki, Thor eased himself into a sitting position beside Loki’s front. He brushed a few strands from his face and tucked them behind his ear.
            “Loki,” Thor murmured, “Loki, brother, may I sleep beside you?”
            As Loki roused, his temples began to pulse. He moaned pitifully before opening his eyes. He squinted at first in an attempt to recognize who was sitting beside him. Panic seared him like a blade at first, but as Thor came into view, his rigid muscles relaxed and his breath left his burning lungs. He watched Thor skeptically, though, uncertain as to why he was there or what he wanted. They had not left on a good note, and he was nervous to see Thor so close so soon.
            Thor sensed his trepidation and bit the inside of his cheek, “It is okay, Loki. I am not here to cause any trouble. I just… I wish to lay with you. Beside you,” he corrected himself almost automatically. He did not wish to bed Loki. No, he wanted to comfort him.
            “Am I not disgusting to you?” Loki bit out hatefully, his words rightfully laced with venom. He pulled away from Thor and sat up. The sheets pooled into his lap, leaving half of his body exposed to the chilly air. He shivered and moved to get out of the bed. A hand on his bicep stopped him, though, and he looked over his shoulder at Thor. He could see pleading in his eyes. They shone bright with remorse and guilt. It made his stomach turn.
            “I spoke rashly,” Thor admitted, “and I am sorry, Loki. I did not know how to respond. I did not mean to cause you any harm. I was emotional and completely ignorant of how you felt.”
            “You sound logical,” Loki mused bitterly. Thor had never been logical. He would go in, hammer swinging, taking out anyone and anything that stood in his way. No, this was not like him at all. Loki did like it, but he was still fearful of opening himself up again.
            “Mother is extremely wise,” Thor offered a tiny smile, which Loki couldn’t help but return. Frigga—of course. She was one of the few that could talk sense into the blonde.
            “And you wish to simply… sleep,” Loki shifted uncomfortably.
            “Yes. I want to be beside you,” Thor nodded.
            “Why?”
            “Why else, brother? The love that I hold for you will not be influenced by who you are now versus who were before your capture. You are Loki, my Loki, and the only one who I will keep by my side.”
            Loki had wanted to hear those words. He had not known that, exactly, but as Thor spoke, tears burned his eyes. He refused to let them fall. Instead, he was careful with how he breathed and spoke. His voice trembled, even with his efforts.
            “I am… I am ruined, Thor. How could you possibly want a damaged body? My body does not even reflect the amount of… of mutilation my mind has gone through,” Loki itched all over. He wanted to scratch until he bled, to get rid of the slime left by the Other. Yfulen’s magic had done a decent job at making him feel safe, but he could still tell there was slime on him, and he knew it was entirely in his head.
            “Yes,” Thor nodded, but as Loki grimaced, he took one of his hands and stroked the top with the pad of his thumb. “You are hurt, but in no way are you ruined beyond what you are capable of healing. Please, Loki, give me a chance to help you heal. Allow me the opportunity to help you through your recovery.”
            Loki sat still far longer than Thor could ever manage, but he eventually nodded. He did not trust his own voice, and he was thankful that Thor asked nothing else of him. The blonde simply wrapped him into his arms and tucked the both of them beneath the blankets. His scent wafted up Loki’s nose, enveloped him, and although Yfulen’s magic ran through him and protected him from the Other, the familiarity of Thor made his aches and worries slip away. He could not bring himself to care that he was naked against Thor’s body because this was not sexual. It was not lust.
            It was trust, and although Thor had cracked it just hours before, Loki handed it over with little to no hesitation. After all, what else could Thor possibly break?
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            It was hours later when Loki woke. He was jarred awake by an intense pain in his chest. He sat up and gasped several times while pressing his hand over his heart. It was erratic—stuttering beneath his fingers. As soon as he began to move, Thor tightened his grip around his waist. Panic flared deep within him followed by another blinding blow to his chest. He cried out and began to push at Thor’s arms.
            Thor woke with a start. He sat up and immediately blinked several times to focus his vision. When he looked at Loki, fear and concern washed over him. He was flushed and covered in sweat. His eyes were closed, his brow furrowed and his teeth clenched. His lips were pulled back in a grimace as his whole body jarred to the side. It was as if an invisible being was attacking him, yet Thor knew no one was there.
            “Loki,” Thor thought back to what their mother had said and quickly wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Then, he brought him close to his own body and settled back down onto the bed. He could feel each spasm of Loki’s various muscles, and how each new assault caused tremors throughout his body. “Loki, baby, I am here. I am right here.”
            Loki felt as if he was being torn in two. There was an intense heat inside of him. He imagined it similar to Midgard’s sun. Its glow was immense, its power and burn tearing sinew by sinew inside of him. It was unbelievably painful, and as each tendril moved throughout his body, more agony caused him to howl and squirm in Thor’s arms. He altered between digging his nails into Thor’s bicep and scratching along the skin. He knew there had to be marks. There had to be blood. His fingers were slick with it, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop.
            “I’m right here, Loki. I’m here,” Thor tightened his grip around Loki’s waist and shoulders. He tucked him against his chest and nestled his head below his chin. One hand tangled into Loki’s hair, continuously stroking his scalp as he whimpered, gasped, and cried out in anguish. Thor had no idea what was happening. He could not imagine why Loki was going through so much pain, and their mother had not explained how she knew.
            “It hurts,” Loki managed between the spasms that rocked his body, “Thor, it hurts. What’s—ah! What’s happening, I cannot—“
            “I don’t know, baby. I don’t know,” Thor pressed his lips to the top of Loki’s head. He continued to run his fingers through his hair, something he had done when they were children. Loki would run to him in the middle of the night during a nightmare, and Thor was always there for him. “Deep breaths, Loki. Breathe.”
            Loki tried to obey, but another wave of pain crashed into him. It was intense, lighting his nerves on fire and leaving him gasping for breath. He wanted to cry and claw through his own skin, but he simply held tighter onto Thor. It felt like he was being torn in two, his body separated down the middle, each side set on fire.
            Then, just as the agony and pain started, it left him. When it left, Loki thought he would be relieved, but he felt hollow. There was no other way to describe it. The pain left, and the feeling of dread and emptiness replaced it. It did not make any sense.
            Unless…
            Unless…
            “Thor,” Loki gasped and sat up. He pulled frantically at the covers, ignoring Thor’s protest as he stumbled out of the bed. When his feet hit the floor, he collapsed. His whole body ached, but it was dull, like the throb in his temples after a migraine finally leaves.
            “Loki, wait!” Thor fumbled out of bed. He managed to catch Loki around the waist before he got to the door. “First of all, you are still naked, second, where do you think you are going? It is the middle of the night, brother.”
            Loki froze. He looked down at himself. Indeed, he was naked, but that was the least of his worries. He waved his hand, managing to clothe himself in a light pair of pants and a tunic. Then, without responding to Thor, he lunged for the door. Thor caught him again and held him back with a frown.
            “Loki, what are you doing?” Thor tightened his grip around Loki’s waist, “Loki, calm down. Please, tell me what’s happening.”
            “Yfulen, he… he… Odin…” Loki’s knees buckled, but Thor was there to catch him. He eased both of them to the floor. Loki trembled, “I have to see Yfulen.”
            Anger raged inside of Thor, but he pushed it down. He had to be comforting. He had to be there for Loki, not against him. He helped Loki stand and tucked an arm around his waist.
            “Why, Loki? I will take you to him, but please, explain what ails you.”
            “I… I know you do not agree with it, but I don’t… I don’t feel him anymore,” Loki wrung his hands, “When we… when we mated, I could feel him. I could sense him. Now…” Tears brimmed Loki’s eyes. He blinked them away and shuddered.
            “Father… he would not do an execution without telling me, Loki,” Thor soothed, rotating his palm in circles around Loki’s back. “I will take you to him.”
            “Thank you, Thor. Thank you.” Loki followed Thor out of the room, through the corridors, and past the doors of the cell hall. Thor was doing this reluctantly. He did not want Loki to see Yfulen again. He wanted to concentrate on helping him heal—not on dwelling on his abuser.
            Thor was ripped from his thoughts by Loki’s anguished scream. The god fell to his knees, and when Thor looked at the cell, he understood. There was a spray of blood across the floor. Yfulen’s body lay, lifeless, on one side of the blood spray. A sword gleamed red, malicious, at the end of Fandral’s hand.
            It was then that Loki got up and lunged at Fandral. The cell was open, allowing him access. He hit the blonde and took him to the ground. He immediately started swinging, his voice high-pitched and crazed as he sobbed and screamed at the warrior. Thor raced up behind Loki, taking him around the waist and pulling him off of the warrior. He turned Loki around and pinned his arms against his sides.
            “Loki, Loki, baby, sshhh, listen,” Thor managed to pin his wrists with one hand, the other stroking his cheek and pushing hair from his face. “Listen to me, Loki. Please, please, breathe. You are going to hurt yourself.”
            “You killed him!” Loki wanted to claw Fandral’s eyes out. He wanted to slit his throat. He wanted—he wanted…
            “On the king’s orders,” Fandral stood with a grimace and glared at Loki, “He is only a monster. Clearly, monsters sympathize with one another.”
            “Fandral,” Thor scowled, “Do not talk to him like that. He is no monster.”
            Fandral fought the urge to roll his eyes, “Truly, Thor, I would think you would be happy with this development.”
            “Hurting Loki does not make me happy,” Thor snapped. He adjusted Loki in his arms, which forced him to look away from Yfulen’s body. He tucked Loki’s head beneath his chin, “We will have a proper burial for him.”
            Loki startled. He hadn’t expected that much kindness or recognition from Thor. He tilted his head so their gazes met, “Truly? You will give him a proper burial?”
            “Yes,” Thor nodded and squeezed Loki around his waist. “Whatever it is you want, Loki. I know… I may not understand why, but I know he is important to you.”
            “Thank you,” Loki managed. “Thank you, Thor.”
            “Would you like to say goodbye before we leave?” Thor watched Loki shake his head. He kept attempting to look at Yfulen’s body, but each time he did, he flinched and buried his face into Thor’s neck.
            “Would you like me to carry you?” Thor tried to give Loki a reassuring smile. He was happy that Loki nodded, and slid his forearms beneath his knees and back. He lifted him, princess style, and walked out of the cell while making sure that his back faced the gruesome death of his captor and lover.
            Thor may never understand why Loki loved Yfulen, but he could certainly help him through his grief.
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