Finding Home

Chapter 18 - The Assault

It had been two weeks since the Snap (what the people had begun to refer to it as). At the moment, I was spending time with Jamie. He was rambling to me about the latest book he read and his opinions on the characters. I listened attentively with a small smile. While he talked, I sent a small part of my conscious to check up on Loki and Gamora.

Suddenly, I shot to my feet as I sensed something wrong with Loki. Something very wrong. Something that pissed me off. "Jamie, I need to take care of something," I said urgently.

He nodded and I flashed to where I sensed Loki, donning my crown for emphasis. 

TW: Sexual assault. Do not read if this will trigger you in any way. Skip to next bolded words. There will be a short, no detail summary so you won't be lost.

When I got there, hidden out of sight, he was being pushed up against the wall by the commander he was assigned to. He had his eyes shut, not moving as the commander kissed his neck, running his hands up his shirt.

"Tell me again," he murmured in Loki's ear, "how much you want this."

"Very much, Sir," Loki said, holding back tears as the commander's hands traveled down to his hips and began to slide the waistband of his pants down.

They fell to the floor and the commander slipped off Loki's shirt. "Again," he said, kissing his jaw.

"Please," Loki managed to choke out as the commander groped him, "I want this."

I took a deep breath. I had to stop this, but as of now, everything that was said made it seem consensual. I couldn't interfere until something was said that proved otherwise unless I wanted him to get off scot free.

The commander moaned in pleasure as he took advantage of Loki's compromising position. "You're a good boy, you know that?" he hummed. "Always doing what your told."

Loki whimpered as the commander began to undress as well, pinning his wrists to the wall with one hand as the other slid off his pants. "Yes, Sir."

He pressed closer to Loki and I flinched every time he moaned in pleasure or Loki whimpered. He pushed Loki back onto his bed and straddled him, caging his head between his arms as he leaned down to kiss his neck, pressing their bodies together.

Loki seemed to try and resist as the commander kissed him again, but soon stopped when the commander whispered in his ear, "Remember, Loki, you want this. You said yes." His eyes held a dangerous glint. "You listen to me. I own you."

Loki froze and didn't resist anymore as the commander continued his assault.

I couldn't watch this anymore. I growled and the commander quickly turned to me with wide eyes.

"Release him," I snarled. 

He immediately scrambled off of Loki and backed away, a terrified expression on his face. Good, I thought. He should be scared. I snapped my fingers, binding him and freezing him in place so he couldn't escape.

Then I turned to Loki, who was watching me, shame and fear in his eyes. I approached him slowly and his eyes immediately focused on the floor. "Loki, look at me," I said. "Has this happened before?" I asked softly. "I need you to tell me the truth."

He hesitated before nodding slowly.

I pushed down the rage that arose in me. Loki needed me to be calm right now. I conjured him some clothes from my wardrobe and he quickly dressed before cowering once again. "How many times?" I asked, fearing the answer.

Loki closed his eyes and tears began trickling down his face. "Once or twice a day," he whispered. Oh gods, he had been assigned to the commander for just over two weeks. Sixteen days.