Dog Days

Chapter 98

A/N: Depiction of sexual assault during a traumatic episode. Warning: reader discretion advised.

That night, after we've smoked ourselves silly and ate ourselves into discomfort, we retire to our level and he smiles at me "Do you think you should take your meds?"

I give a short nod and remark "Be prepared. My ass is going to drop in about an hour. I need to be comfortable in bed, or I'm waking up on the floor."

As I step into the bathroom, he remarks "You can use me as a blanket."

I scoff as I fiddle with the new medicine bottles, only to find that they used the child safe side of the lid. My left hand can't seem to hold on tight enough to open it. In annoyance, I walk out of the bathroom with my meds and a glass of water, only to ask him "Will you open these for me? They used the child proof caps, and I can't hold it tight enough."

He smiles as he takes them from me "You would be screwed without me."

I chuckle as he opens them for me and hands me one of each, only to screw the other side on. As I take my last pill, he smiles "There you go, darling. All easy open, now."

I take them from him with a smile, only to lean forward and give him a kiss. When I turn to return them to the bathroom, I smile "Thank you."

As I return to the bed, he pulls back the covers for me and smiles "Come to bed, darling."

When I slip into the sheets, he cover me up and covers to lay on my chest.

Before he gets comfortable, he reaches over to turn out the light.

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All I can see the broken look on his face as Thanos pushes into him. He grips onto the table, desperately trying to gain any control, yet he's too weak to even move properly. It's useless.

Thanos chuckles and mocks his helpless noises as he uses him for own selfish desires. And all I can do is sob as I watch in complete horror.

I vomit, harshly, into the pot Heimdall gave me, only to immediately return my gaze to the television.

My body vibrates with anger, pain, fear, and disgust, as I watch Thanos pulling him around by his hair, while he drills himself inside of him.

I can't stop myself from violently vomiting out more.

"Thor?" Heimdall asks on the couch, next to me.

He reaches out to help me and I hold my hand up as I heave out another round. He sighs and moves closer to hold my hair back, only I declare "Don't touch me!"

He sighs "It's alright!"

I shake my head as I look up to the television and cry out "Nothing is alright, Heimdall! He's probably fucking dead!"

I watch as Thanos pounds into him, despite his tormented cries. I sob out "We're watching him being raped, Heimdall! Do you not realize how terrible this is? He's all alone and we have no fucking clue where he is!"

He looks at me with a stern face, and I expel the remaining contents of my stomach, before I gasp for air "I can't breathe!"

He gives me a short nod and declares "I'm going to hold your hair back."

I look up to the television as my sobbing stops me from being able to breathe. Instead of holding back my hair, he squeezes his arms around me.

I immediately feel trapped as I struggle to breathe "Let me go!" I try to fight him, but his grip is just too strong.

He sighs as he speaks to me "You're right. What happened to him is not alright. I'm sorry you're going through this."

I shake my head as I cry "I love him!" I thrash in his arms, to no avail.