Safe In Your Arms (Thor x Loki)

Chase Away the Monster That Haunts My Dreams

Loki's eyes fall upon the muscular man. The same man who he shared a childhood with. We were raised together...we played together...we fought together. Yet that all means nothing now, for the blonde man in front of him was also the one who imprisoned him. 

Thor moves quickly over to Loki, looking over his injuries best he can due to the amount of blood dried to the surface of the younger brother's pale, sweat-covered skin. Even with the obscurity from the blood, the deterioration of his brother's health is obvious. Overly thin limbs attached to a sickly skinny body. Tears gather in his eyes, the glassy look making Thor's icy blue orbs even more vibrant. 

Loki recoils as Thor places a meaty, but gentle hand on his sunken in cheek. 

"Loki. I won't hurt you. I want to help you. Please..." His voice is strained, sad, begging. The thought of Thor begging before him brings an odd sense of joy to Loki, but he keeps it hidden within himself.

After many seconds of waiting without objection, Thor lifts Loki into his arms, holding him in a childish way that brings a sick feeling to his stomach. He is holding me as if I am no more than a pathetic child. I do not need to be held this way! I am a god! He knows he cannot walk on his own, therefore he doesn't speak up, but instead scowls against the older brother's firm chest. 

Heavy footsteps echo throughout the empty corridors of the Asgardian castle as they make their way to Thor's room. A large set of golden doors with red, intricate accents are merely nudged opened by Thor as if they were made of nothing but air, revealing a large, dimly lit room. Stone floors, white marble walls, and red and gold accent pieces stitch the room together. 

A soft sigh escapes Loki's pale pink lips as he is deposited onto the plush red quilts and pillows that sit upon Thor's bed.

"Stay here. I'm going to get you food. Do not attempt any tricks, Loki." 

And with that, the Asgardian man left. In an instant, exhaustion washes over Loki, forcing his eyes to droop close and a deep sleep to fall over him. 

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When Thor returns, Loki is thrashing, screaming, sobbing. Limbs flail about, smacking down on the matress with a thud barely audible due to the younger brother's yelling and ear-piercing cries. The silver plate and chalice crash to the ground as Thor rushes to Loki's side. 

"Loki! Loki wake up! You're okay! Loki!"

Green, teary, terrified eyes shoot open, catching sight of the blonde. As if a switch was flipped, all Loki's movements halt, a look of relief replacing the look of panic. 

"Shh....Loki it's okay. You were dreaming." With those words, Thor gently scoops Loki into protective arms. 

"Fight it off...keep it away..chase it far from here..." Loki whimpers.

"What?"

"The monster that fills my thoughts as I sleep. Please, Brother."

The protective grip tightens around the trickster's body. "I will Loki. I promise. I'll chase away the monster that haunts your dreams. I'll rid you of him. I'll keep you safe in my arms, Loki. Always."