LokixReader: Dating a God

Wounds Never Healed

Loki seemed to have been acting strangely this visit and you couldn't quite put your finger on it. He seemed more anxious about something, more restless. You tried to talk him into going for a walk with you, maybe visit the Philadelphia Art museum. It seemed like something he'd be interested in, it would get him moving while looking at art from around the world at the same time. He was adamant against it though.

Upon seeing the look of disappointment on your face, he gently took your hands into his and reassured you that he would gladly go during another visit. He lightly brushed some of your hair from your face and cupped your cheek into his cool palm.

"My dear, it had been so long since I've seen you last. I would much rather spend this visit here in the sanctuary of your home, with you nestled in my arms." He was right; It had been almost 3 weeks since the last time he came to visit, usually he'd stop by every weekend. So him being here finally did make you want him all to yourself.

"When you put it like that, of course. I'd love that too, Loki." You said to him with a smile. He grinned in turn before leaning in to kiss you.

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Loki's POV

AN: Warning

His wrists and ankles were shackled down onto the metal table, making his naked body spread out into an X. Everyday they found new ways to 'study him' as they so put it. They wanted to see what made him tick. Why did this 'Jotun' look the way he did? Why was he shorter than the rest of his kind? Why did he not have the skin tone, skin patterns, or the red eyes? So they 'studied' him. Each experiment more painful than the last.

He screamed so loud, it ripped at his throat, but you could barely hear it as his voice was muffled. One of the first things they did was stitch his mouth shut tightly when they noticed his knack for talking his way out of hairy situations. They solved that problem more barbaric than they needed to, but he needed to be taught that lesson... So they took a thick curved needle with black twine and slowly pierced his flesh over and over to keep it shut.

They wanted to monitor how long it would take him to heal. So to test his skin to see how it was different from other Jotuns, they needed a sample. They took a sharp parring knife and slowly skinned the flesh off his forearm. His screams were muffled by his stitched lips, but they were all the more loud as he pulled at the strings.

"Now lets see how he reacts to acid..."

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"Loki?" You groaned a bit, waking up as soon as you felt the sudden hard shift on the bed. It felt like he just quickly scrambled up off the bed. Now he was pacing around your bedroom, his hair a disheveled mess after the sex and sleep. Normally he'd sort his appearance out as soon as he woke up, not that you minded the messy hair look, it looked good on him. Still... he was acting weird again... only worse than before.

You rubbed at your eyes with a yawn, then looked back up. Yeah he was definitely worse than before and you were starting to get worried. You get up from the bed with the blanket wrapped around you. As soon as you get up, your nose twitches as you can pick up the smell of blood. Now you were even more concerned than before.

"Loki, what's wrong? What-" He quickly turns to look at you. An expression you've never seen on his face before, a mix of shock and panic. At his mouth you could see droplets of blood . You look down to see that his fingertips were bloody. "What did you do?!" You quickly take his hand into yours to look at his fingers. This was self inflicted, was it on purpose or-

"You shouldn't be here! Why are you here?! Those bastards! Did they touch you?!" He grabbed you by your shoulders as he screamed, that crazed look of panic intensified. You could only look at him in shock as he spoke.