Lokius Week 2021

Day 6: Dagger

Loki laid there on the floor, their breath labored as their green eyes focused on the young enchantress - Loki was visibly shaken, traumatized. They couldn't move to console Sylvie - but she wasn't a Lushton anymore, she was now a Laufeydoittor. Their sister by genetics. But Loki feared something even worse was to occur. Michael came up with a villainous glint in his eyes, the dagger shined in what little light this torture room had.

Forcefully, he pulled Loki by the chin and wrote the knife around Loki's wrists, ankles and neck in a complete circle. This dagger left burn marks - Loki knew damn well what this dagger was. It was a branding dagger, it restricted anyone who didn't fit in the conservative mold that the company makes (in this case, Mickey's). After pulling away, Loki yells in pain as their back felt as if it were on fire. The words "Cist", "heterosexual", "self-cest", "incest" and "Sylki" was burned on their back, confirming their fears as if Michael could read their mind. Loki clawed at the ground, begging for a holy savior to help them. It felt like a demon has made a mark on their body. To keep them in this male body - forever.

Why couldn't those damn pills work faster?! Loki thinks as they sobbed.

"Well, did it work?" Kate's voice asked with optimism.

Michael turned to her with a smile as if he didn't do anything wrong. "He's good to go."

Mickey chuckled. "Excellent work, Mr. Waldron. Have you considered writing Dr. Strange in the future?"

"You... You fucking rats!" Sylvie's voice rose as she came to her feet and ran towards Mickey with pure hatred in her eyes. But before she could even lay a finger on the rat, Mickey smiled balefully as he whisked his gloved hand in a puppeteer fashion and Sylvie froze, midair and not moving.

"Seems as this one needs more... Processing. Leave him here. We'll be back." Mickey said with a laugh that was anything but welcoming.

Loki was finally able to speak the words that are on their tongue. "You... You won't get away with this!" They groaned, glaring disgustingly towards the rodent in a suit.

Mickey gave him a damning smile. "Oh, I'm afraid I already have~" he says, mirroring exactly what Hans said before closing the door.

Loki was too weak, too afraid to move. Every fiber in their being was fighting them. The dysphoria already creeping in. Loki had to try with their shape shifting magic to get them in the right body. Sadly, Mickey restricted that too.

Loki curled up in themselves and sobbed, not giving a damn in the world who walks through that door. I was better off dead...

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Tom was pacing around nervously as he held the empty bottle of pills in his hand. He couldn't get that image of Loki, looking dead to the world and unconscious, out of his mind. No matter what. He sighed, raking a hand through his already darken hair. Loki was suffering and Tom didn't know what to do.

"Tom!" Owen's voice was heard.

"Hey, thanks for coming." Tom said with a smile, hiding the bottle. "Nice to see you again, Mobius."

The agent smiled with a nod before his blue-grey eyes scanned around, darkening with worry as he asks, "Where's Loki?"

"Loki... They... They tried to take their own life..." Tom says still shaken up.

"What? Oh God, Tom I'm sorry. Is he okay?" Owen asks, sitting Tom down on a bench.

Mobius' blood went cold. Where were they? Please tell me that they are alright... Please don't tell me Mouse took them.