Loki Laufeyson - Saviour {2}

Chapter Sixteen - Like a Daughter To Me

I was bedridden for a couple more days, and over that time, I learned that I had been stabbed by something. Loki had to heal it in gradual steps, but when he did that, he had to knock me out by doing something inside my head so I wouldn't suspect anything because I was apparently 'mentally unstable'. However, by about the fourth lot of healing, I knew he was going to knock me out, so I threw up my mental walls and blocked him from getting in. He was annoyed, but I told him that if I could do that, I could handle the truth of what had happened.

However, while he hadn't told me specifically what had happened, he let me see the wound on my stomach. It wasn't the prettiest thing I had ever seen, it was a big gaping hole in my stomach surrounded by torn flesh, some of it shriveled and grey. But the best part was that I couldn't feel any pain because of a numbing spell Loki had put over it. The only times I could feel it was when he was distracted or had fallen into a deep sleep and accidentally lost control of the spell, but he was soon put it back upon waking up from hearing my pained cry.

I had asked so many question about what had happened to me, not only to Loki, but everyone, and none of them gave me the slightest hint. Right now, I was convinced I had gotten into a fight of some sort, with who I didn't yet know, but I had hit my head during it and couldn't remember anything that had happened.

After about the third day of me waking up, Tony informed that he was bring in a therapist for me and Bucky. I didn't see what I needed a therapist for, I was quite fine keeping all of my problems to myself.

She arrived the next day and all of the Avengers cleared out of the Lab, leaving me and Bucky alone with her. We both sat on my bed and I stayed curled up against Bucky's chest the whole time, refusing to answer any of the complete strangers questions. Neither did Bucky. I knew that by the end of the hour session, the therapist was at her wits end, but there was no way I was going to expose any of my weaknesses to someone who's background I didn't know.

Steve came and spoke to us after the therapist had given her report to them and basically gave us a lecture about how we needed to listen to the therapist and answer her questions because 'it would help us feel better'. I made it seem like I was paying attention to Steve's lecture, because I didn't want to be rude to him, but in the daily sessions that continued after that, both Bucky and I kept up our silence. The therapist ended up resigning at the end of the week.

Another good thing that happened at the end of the week was that I was finally allowed to get out of the bed, no longer hooked up to any machines. I was still a little unsteady on my feet, but Tony just said it was because I hadn't used them in forever. I was only allowed to stay in the Lab, under the watchful eyes of whoever was 'baby-sitting' me that day, normally Loki or Steve and Bucky.

I was still yet to figure out what had actually happened to me, I was constantly asking Loki questions about it, but he still refused to say anything, which was highly irritating. Just to annoy him back, I tried to not talk to him until he told me something about what happened, but I barely lasted half a day.

By the time the second week had rolled in, Steve had assigned himself as me and Bucky's therapist, since he knew that we weren't going to talk to anyone. Bucky spoke a little bit about what happened to him, but I stayed silent the whole time, trying to keep myself from sinking too far into the memories that I was trying so hard to forget.

When Wednesday came around, Tony finally let me leave the Lab and the avengers threw me a big dinner, which I told them multiple times that they didn't need to do. Thankfully, it was just them, but there was enough food to feed about 50 people, even though Thor probably ate enough for five. I tried to get Loki drunk to see if I could get him to slip up about what had happened to me, but, to my humiliation after I had gotten him to take twenty shots of the strongest alcohol Tony had, he told me that he couldn't get drunk.