𝐀𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝕃𝕠𝕜𝕚'𝕤 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖

Pleasures of the flesh

A few days have passed by, each day a never ending cycle of hurt.

You've helped Thor the best you can, taking it in turns to watch over Loki when each needed the much needed rest.

Thor was always insistent you leave and stay with Fenrir, shielding you from the many different characters of Loki. Yet you remained.

You knew Thor was putting on a brave face, but as time went on he was effected more and more, crippled each time Loki bad mouthed him, insulted him, or struck him.

Thor felt even worse when it was aimed at you, always trying to swerve the brunt of Loki's anger, and bitterness towards him instead. But that just riled Loki up more, often bringing out his jealous disposition rather than the dark empty shell he was the majority of times.

One new personality that seemed to pop up from nowhere was his practical joker side.

A few times he'd attempt to prank you and Thor, using trickery as an outlet for his pent up energy. But being confined to a bedroom was not good for someone so boisterous as Loki's prankish persona.

His playful trickery was usually harmless, but without the use of his magic, there was only so much he could do. His pranks were usually repeated, Thor eventually anticipating the moves, much to Loki's dismay.

You rather enjoyed this version of Loki, his humour made you laugh. Yet, you imagine had he the use of his magic, his mischievous pranks would be a lot more elaborate, possibly unintentionally dangerous.

You hated what usually came after him. The worst part, Loki's painful suffering. It always seemed to appear just as he felt contentment.

You began to recognise when pain would be imminent, his face would become still, unmoving and blank. Whichever personality he was at the time would retreat back into his head, pushing your original Loki through, allowing him to feel the painful torment rather than them.

It's usually then you speak with your Loki, even through the pain he tried his hardest to speak with you. Missing the deep conversations, your heavenly touch, your laugh.

Yet when the pain became unbearable to the point it consumed him, all he see's is your panicked face, and your teary eyes as he writhes in pain.

You felt hopeless and helpless as he'd twist under the strain and anguish. But you continued to speak through your tears, soothing him, allowing him to listen to your voice.

You repeat the good memories, telling him anything about the day, the outside, the mundane weather, what Fenrir ate. Anything to let him feel the normality, to feel included while he's locked in his painful torment.

Thankfully there were always small windows of no pain, you both looked forward to this every day, it was the only time Loki would speak to you coherently, kiss you passionately, and hold you how he used to.

You found yourself in that moment right now, curled up on the bed with him after spending some alone time without Thor's presence. Whilst he missed your voice and deep conversations, he missed your aroused moans just as much.

So as soon as he came to, free for a short while from his pain, and from any other character taking over, he gripped you tightly against his body. Lifting you up with his free unbound hands, carrying you to the bed.

He explored the curves of your body, committing to memory every freckle before making tender love to you.

You lay together in complete satisfaction, snuggled within each other's arms, your hands entwined with his.

You both promised not to dwell on the little time you have when in these pain free moments. You instead prefer to get lost within one another until your Loki slips away, either being taking over by the pain again, or by another personality. The extent of their worthless rage dependant on the day.