Servant to the King. 16+

Protection

You stumbled back to his highnesses's room.
You knew he would be displeased with you as you hadn't brought back his liquor.

Just stay calm, you thought.
Just..wait until he says you can leave.
He doesn't have to see you behind that door, so-

Your eyes widen as you enter the room.
Loki stares at you.
First in curiosity and frustration and then to fear and concern.

"Mani!
By the horns!!" He exclaims, sprinting towards you as you shut the door and back away from him.

"No no!
I'm fine, I..thought you were still bathing."

Your clear and fake smile only worried him more.
He looks over you, covered in your own blood.
He approaches again and you step back unintentionally.
He paused..

"Mani.
Explanation.
NOW."

You let out an audible gulp as you try your best to play it off!
After all, you knew of the relationship the two had.
If he knew it were Sïf that did this..

"I..went to get your drink.
Tripped.
Landed on a pile of glass!" You assure.

You can tell he didn't believe it for a second.
His eyes became narrow as he lifted his hand and began to inspect the bloodied area on your clothes.
Thankfully, majority of it was just stuff you spit up, so you didn't have to fake not being in pain.
Or..at least until he actually got to a sensitive spot.
He touches your stomach lightly and you flinch in pain.
You hold back any noises or tears that could slip away.
He promptly notices.

"It does hurt?"

"Just a little.
I'm fine!" You assure again with a smile on your face.

You hadn't know it before he raised his hand and wipes a tear from your cheek.
He could tell you were in a great deal of pain indeed.

"Darling..you are anything but 'fine'.
Come."

He guides you over to his bed which you had no problem sitting on.
It hurt to stand or move at all in reality!
You grab your stomach, allowing more tears to fall.
You struggle to hold back any more.

Loki walks over to a pile of books and chooses one almost out of instinct.
He pauses, taking a moment to read it before returning to you.
You hadn't noticed.
The pain was nearly unbearable.
He softly lays his hand on your arms, nudging for them to move.

"I'm to lift your shirt up.
We..we have to see if something's broken."

You don't even struggle.
He lifts it up unveiling a large bruise and dried blood all over your stomach.
He touched it lightly, apologizing softly whenever you groaned.
Part of you could swear he enjoyed it.
More teas broke free as you tried desperately to hold back.

"It doesn't feel like anything is broken." He says, returning to his previous position.

"I have a spell that will hopefully heal you and take the pain away.
I am, however, going to need you to stay close to me.
The only way it'll work is-" you interrupt him with a violent nod.

You'd do anything to make the pain go away.
He suddenly sat back on the bed wrapping his arms you.
Only moments passed before a green ethereal outline of your body covered you from head to toe.
You couldn't hold back anymore and honestly he was begging to encourage you to let it out.

Not even seconds later you found yourself bawling into his chest.
It took a bit for the pain to subside and all you could do was cry.
You couldn't remember a time you felt so damn weak!
It was frustrating yet..part of you loved it.
Feeling his arms wrapped around you as you laid your whole weight onto his body.
It felt warm.
Calming.
You soon began to ease up on the grip you had on his robe.
Now nearly completely subsided, your eyes grew heavy as nuzzled into the prince's chest.
That only made him hold you closer.

He grabs you tightly, bringing both of you to lay on the bed.
Your cloak covers the both of you he was too afraid moving the sheets would break the spell.
Your breath steadied as he began to rub your head, humming softly as he did.
You knew the song..but your body didn't have the strength to sing along.
It isn't long before you completely succumb to your tiredness and fall asleep on top of the young prince.
He doesn't let go when he notices.
If anything, he cradles you.
A sense of fault overwhelms his mind.
Had you been hurt because of him?
What he asked you to do?
Who would even do something like this?
He knew you would never tell him.
It's one quality he admires most about you, but alas, an annoying one at that.

Your face heats up as he pressed his lips to your head, passionately so.
All you could do was mumble into his chest.
At the time, you hadn't realized it, but you were  lying on Loki.
Loki with only a robe between the two of you.
He had nothing on besides that.
Your soft sounds entertained him as he relived the experience of you from before.
How his imagination went wild before is only strengthened by you physically being there now.

You were so calm now..so quite.
He could feel every breathe you took as it pressed against his body.
Your lovely little head rested right where his heart lay wait.
He could feel it quicken as his imagination returned to that familiar fantasy.
How he wanted to take advantage of this moment.
Relive what he so desperately craved.
Yet, he knew the pain you were in.
He'd hate to disturb your peace.
Odin knows how much pain you were truly in.

He sighed, conjuring a blanket to reside over the both of you.
He turned to his side bringing you with him.
As you both retired to a deep sleep, Loki held you close him with every power of his being.
He wouldn't let anything hurt you..not ever again.