Under the Spell

Under the Spell Part 2

Summary:

Conclusion ! Smutty, smutty conclusion... Wrote in a little bit of hurry, so there might be some mistakes. Thanks to you all for support !

Loki started to wither immediately after their pitiful return.
They all had a good verbal hiding from Odin All-Father. They were equally punished, although not too harshly. Their collective humiliation was enough. Yet, Thor still felt he was grounded like a child. Even if he admitted being responsible for a lot of things. Things he would never forgive himself. Ever.

Some thought Odin had been less strict because of the terrible state Prince Loki was when he came back. He had locked himself in his apartments and refused to see healers for days. Queen Frigga had to beg him for hours through the door to let her in and see her personal shaman. Once Loki had ultimately given up, the shaman ordered bed rest and isolation for another week. Yet, he remained evasive about the causes of the Prince's misery.

When Loki finally left his rooms, he looked his ordinary self. Life went back to normal.

But not for long.

It was subtle at first, but, by and by, it was obvious that Loki and Thor were avoiding each other. Thor went on his own with his merry gang (although not so merry now, as what had occurred was still weighing on their mind). And, unusually, Loki stayed behind.
Frigga noticed that her younger son was getting paler as days went by. And thinner. Something gray and heavy seemed to loom over him.
He was spending most of his time in his bedroom and the library. Then he was less and less present in the court's daily life. He rarely came to family gatherings and dinners and made sure he wasn't sitting close to Thor. He also barely ate.

He never engaged conversation with anyone, less with his own mother. He didn't even look at anyone in the eyes, not even Frigga, the person he was closest to.
"What is wrong with you, child ?
-Nothing, mother ...
Even his voice seemed muffled and faint.
-You seem out of sorts. Are you sure you are alright ?
-Yes, mother..."
Getting more than two words out of him was an exploit. Frigga also remarked that her sons seemed to be unable to bear each others presence. They grew quiet and still when they were together in the same room. There was no sign of any form of communication between them. Not even anger or resentment.
" Thor, have you annoyed Loki again ?
-No, mother, nothing of the sort.
She found it hard to believe, especially when she heard that tiny, grieving note in her eldest' voice. She could guess it was not the usual childish feud. It was something worse.
-Then, why is he so sad ? So low-spirited ?
-I don't know, mother. Our last mission was a disaster... I guess he took it worse than the rest of us. It is only natural...
Frigga could smell a rat concerning Thor from miles away. He was lying to her, or hiding something, which was the same in her book. She knew it.
But, for once, she felt that it was not something she had any power on. Something in her mind told her not to interfere and let them both deal with it.
She hoped it wouldn't take too long to settle down. For both their sakes.

Loki just wished he could die, or disappear into the ground and never come to light again.
Everything was pain. There was no release from it.
At night, he could feel his body burning, the feel of a warm weight on his limbs and a low, rumbling voice promising him pleasure .
When he happened to get some sleep, he had weird nightmares about being a small mare running from a powerful stallion with blond horsehair and Thor's blue eyes. Ultimately, the stallion managed to catch the mare and then Loki woke up screaming every time.

In daytime, it was bearable but not much.
Because Thor was everywhere, even when he was actually not there...
Loki could feel his scent, could hear his voice, could perceive him from many closed doors away.
Loki could feel his breath on his face, his mouth on his neck and shoulder and, deep down in him, in the lasting memory of the terrible burn he gave him when...
He was in Loki's body, in Loki's mind...
No release, no way to hide.
He wanted to pretend nothing happened. Or if it had, that it was a mistake. A dreadful experiment went wrong.
Except that in his dreams, the sandy stallion was still running after the unwilling, scared, dark-maned mare.