Give me Love

16. Healing: Part 1

Your eyes gradually fluttered open. You weren't in the cell anymore... The warm softness of the bed and the constricting grip of the robe around you was an immediate give away... Sluggishly you shifted onto your side, immediately the presence of something hard around your neck became known. Your hand slipped to your neck. It felt like a collar... made of metal... Your brows furrowed and you tried to pull it off, but it refused to budge. That was when you noticed the chain that connected the collar to the thick, ebony post of the canopy bed. Fighting through the soft nagging pain over your whole body, you sat up and pulled on the cool chain, but again, it didn't budge... A pained whimper left your lips as you swung your legs over the edge of the bed and took in your surroundings.

You were in the refurbished penthouse bedroom... all of the curtains were drawn closed, so the small fire at the other end of the room and lamp on the bedside table were your only source of light. Your hands limply took hold of the chain, and you pulled once more on the chain, but gave up once you realised there was no chance of it coming free. Irritation bubbled in your stomach and you threw the chain down like a child throwing a tantrum. What possible reason could he have to chain you to his bed...? After all he had taken and put you through, why was he tormenting you more?! You felt your lower lip tremble as everything weighed on your mind once more. Everything Loki had done; and the fact that you were now tied to his bed, unable to escape him. He was going to do it again... That had to be the only reason he tied you to his bed...

"You're finally awake..." Loki said as he exited the bathroom. He almost sounded relieved... but, surly you had misinterpreted something... He was the reason you were sore, he was the reason you had fallen asleep for God knows how long... He couldn't possibly be happy that you were awake...

*Loki's POV*

2 Days earlier...

Loki sighed irritably. Four days... He had heard there was still no change in her state of mind or body after four days. All she would do was lay and sleep, she wouldn't move, she wouldn't speak, she wouldn't even wake up... He was at his wits end with what was going through her mind, and therefore forced to go back into that damned room to fish her out; the guards apparently unable to enter or exit her cell due to Thor's continuous interference... He casually entered the room filled with cells, ignoring the glare from Thor, and walked right up to where (Name) was.

He didn't want to admit it to anyone, let alone himself, but his chest tightened at the sight of her. She laid, curled on her side atop the rickety bed, her (h/c) hair was a knotted mess, and bruises and blood littered most of her (s/c) skin... Loki's emerald eyes lowered to the dozen or so full food trays that lay strewn across the cold floor of her cell.

"Have you come to admire your handiwork?" Thor growled.

"Has she not eaten?" Loki barely managed to say, a mixture of regret and exasperation filling his tone.

"You ordered them to ensure she had food, but not to make sure she ate it." Loki noted the anger in Thor's tone; a bitter pill for Loki to swallow given the current situation. Emotions never came naturally to him, and yet Thor expressed them so easily... Damn him...

"What about water?" he asked, needing to get his mind off of his own short comings.

"No, Loki... she hasn't spoken, eaten or done anything since you were last here!"

"What about-,"

"Stop this now and just resign yourself to admitting your affection for her!" the older brother said, ignoring the unfinished question.

"What makes you think I hold any type of affection for a treacherous whore?" Loki spat back viciously, trying to cover the emotions he felt with bitterness and anger.

"Would you be here if you didn't love her?!" Thor's voice sound hoarse, Loki guessed it was because he attempted to give the little water he received to (Name), even if she didn't drink it... The raven haired man leaned against the bars of her cell and took in her near-unmoving form. "Brother, please... I thought there may be a chance she would come back from the darkness you left her in, so I kept the guards from her; but she hasn't... She won't... not unless you take her out of this place and get her help... "

"You would just love it if I did that, wouldn't you?" Loki growled, "Serving your beckon-call like the worthless swine you think me to be."

"No." Thor snarled. Loki's eyes widened and he looked over his shoulder.

"What was that?"

"I do not regard myself any higher than you... And I despise the fact that she has, and will continue to, share your bed... that that is where she will return if the is taken from here, and that -," the blond trailed off,

"And that – what? That I will feel her warmth more times then you ever will?" Loki spat, turning back to watch the sleeping (h/c) haired woman.

"That she was taken in by your ploy... that she thought you actually cared, and is now broken because of what you did to her." A cold shudder ran up Loki's spine.

"You lie..." he muttered before entering the cell, scooping up (Name)'s limp body, and heading for the door.

"I'm not lying to you Loki... I just hope you will see it before you do something you cannot take back..." Thor said as he watched his brother leave the cells with (Name).