Am I... The Villian? {~Book One~} {~2021-2022~}

Chapter Twenty Six: {~A God's Fear, A Mothers Embrace, An Abusers Apology~}

{~02/05/2022~}
{~Unedited~}
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Ever Enough
{~Book; One~}
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Third Person Pov~
  Loki yanked away from his brother, stumbling backwards against the cool wall that made up the hallway. Loki stared with fear towards Thor, eyes wide with pain as he trembled before the man. His hands tightened into fists as he slowly sunk towards the ground, his one hand sifted to his mouth, covering the markings along it.

  Thor couldn't help but frown at his brother's reaction. Loki was once more covering his mouth, hiding the markings Thor had made when he didn't know Loki was telling the truth. The boy cried aloud, covering the rest of his face out of fear. His scared over arms having been in line of sight of both Thor and Frigga.

  Frigga couldn't help but stare, stare at the countless burn marks that took over the majority of his arms, the rest having been covered in cut marks of all shapes and sizes. The skin around each mark was tight, was wrinkled. What ever he was cut with, was warm, was scolding. Straight lines, circular marks that were deep showered his wrists. Frigga reached out for one of her sons wrists, only for him to whimper and push himself further away from his mother and brother.

  "Loki she ju-"

  "I-I did n-nothing. N-Nothing. D-Don't h-hurt me please." Loki begged, hands tightening around his face that he was still covering. His body was still trembling, shaking violently as he listened to his brothers heavy breathing. He heard his mother gasp though paid no attention to it. He was too scared to do so. Afraid he would be hurt once more, be abused for no reason.

  He coward before both his mother and brother, two people he once found the most trust within. Though unlike all the other times, this time the pair couldn't mend his broken heart. They couldn't fix the broken God because there was nothing to fix. Loki's heart was shattered and the pieces were scattered. There was nothing to fix because the pieces weren't there to be mended back together.

  "Loki we thin-" Frigga stopped Thor before he could get to far into the sentence, deciding it was best to give her son the news later rather then sooner. Frigga took that time to kneel down before her son, her hands reaching out for the boy in question. She stopped however before she had made contact with him.  

  "Loki, can you stand up?" Frigga asked earning a hesitant shake from her son. Sighing, she tried to hide the saddened feeling that resigned in her with a soft smile. She shuffled a little closer, gaining her sons attention. The heavy breathing haven't gone unnoticed, nor did the slowly lowering arms. "My son, I'm not going to hurt you, Thor neither. So can you please stand up? We're going to head to my room. Okay?"

  No cell?

  Loki lifted his head slightly, his dull and greyish green eyes meeting with his mothers. He couldn't help but frown, couldn't help but wince at that unhappy look in her eyes. Sure he swore them off, declared they weren't his family. Though he still cared. He still loved Thor and Frigga both. But there was still that sense of fear that pulled him away from opening up to them, trusting them once more.

  "C-Can I just go back to my cell." Loki questioned silently, his breath catching in the pit of his stomach as he stayed crouching there. Frigga could only look away, she still needed to talk to her son about what was to come, she didn't have the option to ignore it any longer. She had to address it now.  "Please... I-I've been good. C-can I please go ba-"

  "Loki, we need to talk before you do that. I need you to listen to me because this is important." Frigga tried explaining, her voice soft and portraying a serious hint to it. Loki had flinched at his mothers voice, finding it rather unfamiliar even though it was one he heard many times in his past. "Please."