Well, So It Goes! (Thorki fiction)

4th Chapter - Punishment

"Here I am... tethered to Thor's hammer, muzzled with some sort of piece of metal which prevents me to cast spells, and first and foremost, my back was sore, really sore. Mjölnir hit very hard right on my lumbar. It's going to take quite long to heal. Nothing we can do with a fractured vertebral column... unfortunately. I looked up towards the Allfather, who was not content at all. I mean, he was extremely wrath. I was quivering like a terrified dog towards a desolate situation, trying to keep my back straight still but was bending every minute because my spine was out of my body's league. I somehow managed to correctly lift my head in order to encounter Allfather's eyes when he started talking very loud."

'Loki Odinson... or shall I say Laufeyson, since you found out about your actual origins. But yet, it makes you sort of a foreigner to me, isn't it? Then, if you want to know the reason why I took you under my wing and let you live for 1060 years, so far as an Asgardian living being. Then, my son, you are in the right place and I'll make this very shortly. When you were a mere defenceless newborn, forsaken in the middle of nowhere in the dead of night, Frigga found you right underneath a block of ice at Jötunheimr. Innocent and pure you were, and Frigga and I decided to adopt you and raise you next to our blood son Thor the god of thunder. We raised you for good intentions but... you decided to do bad. Like, steal one of my trophies from the Vault and for your punishment, you'll be jailed for 1 000 years!'

"1000 years? For a stolen casket? Seriously Loki, what you were thinking?... Well, I looked around me, everybody seemed completely indifferent like they do not give a thing about me. I'm that bad and non-important at this point? I lowered my head as an approval for what the Asgard king said, letting two guards helping me to get to my feet, since I was injured, they walked me to my cell, where - I supposed - I will eat and sleep for at least 1000 years. To be considerate a cell, it was quite fancy in there, and there was just enough space for me. So, I guess I will be alone by myself. They opened some sort of 'hologram portal' for me still tethered to Mjölnir which was held by the god of thunder. This one nodded to the guards to let us both alone, as they did, Thor gazed me for about seconds and to my reply, I returned the same gaze but I somewhat found it difficult due to the fact he was hundred times opposable than me. I then lowered my eyes, sheepishly not wanted to look too submissive. He took my hands delicately like I was some kind of small bird, faintly built to be delicate. He observed them quietly, and with the softest motion, he rubbed his thumbs - in a playful manner - the palm of my white slender hands."

'Father forced me to incarcerate you because otherwise... otherwise he would deprive me of my powers...'

"Oh? What a selfish brat, you are. So, you are trying to insinuate that you prefer your powers than your own brother's well-being? I guess I am nothing but trash. Although, I glared at Thor angrily. No. More than that. I scowled him like he was a piece of shit. Yes, you are a piece of shit, brother. I immediately pulled back my hands in a disgusting manner. His silly behaviour makes me sick, I swear. Then, I walked past by him and sat down on the small metallic bed, ignoring him as much as possible."

'Loki... I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to sound like that. I promise I will figure something out to get you out of here, sooner as possible.'

"When Thor said so, I could feel he was very sorry but yet that could not change my undeniable feeling towards him. So, I did not turn around and I only frowned more. But I... I felt quite great like I needed to be cuddled when I suddenly felt his arms wrapped around my frail body, from behind. Somehow, it made me somewhat disremember my actual back pain and my actual emotional state."

'Please, I apologize...'

"He murmured to my ear. His voice was - at once - deep, low and so... enticing. It provoked me such a lot of excitement and sent me such satisfying shivers right down my spine. However, I quickly sat up when I felt I was being distracted from this weird feeling... I turned around to face my brother who was looking at me in a confusing way. I remained silent seeing I was unable to speak because of this metallic muzzle. I couldn't allow myself being distracted by some sort of mushy feelings. I would like to say it was kind of pleasurable, but it's somehow genuinely eerie as well, because he... he is my brother, and brothers aren't supposed to feel "this" kind of feeling for each other, am I right? I hate him... Of course, I hate him. Why should it be the contrary? He has been such an idiot with me lately... Well since we stopped hanging out together, to speak the truth. And then things changed in the meantime, and this beyond doubt. I somehow found it difficult to talk to him, since we were so much time apart. At the end of the day, speaking with him became totally rare and it is similar to when you strike up any conversation with a somebody. Whatever, stealing the Casket of Ancient Winters gave me the opportunity to invent any justification to have my brother, Thor, back around me even if it just for a day. Because - to be honest - from the deepest of my feelings... I-I know my feelings for Thor aren't quirks even if I'll keep repeating to myself that I hate him... knowing it is utterly false..."

'Loki?'

"My attention focused back into my brother when he softly kicked my feet. I was probably daydreaming too much seeing by Thor's discontent facial expression. I tilted my head and stretched out my handcuffed hands to him and nodded to Thor in order to get released from those painful handcuffs. Then, he looked at me a bit confused until he gasped and lifted his legendary hammer of his. Then, I quickly kneaded my sore wrists when I felt both of my hands-free from those torturous shackles. I was about to lift the muzzle off of my mouth when Thor stopped me in time, taking my hand with his and swiftly but gently pulled me close to him, our faces were that near-at-hand. I felt like I was shrinking but barely. And then, my eyes hammered his blues eyes with some sort of energy that I could not describe. It wasn't good but it wasn't bad as well. I mean, I did not dislike that undoubtedly... That said, with his other hand, Thor mildly took off the muzzle of my face and offered me a soft smile before he left...

To finish... I found myself all alone, remaining silent for a second and turned around to see an empty hallway through the portal.

Here I am, incarcerate for a following of, at least, 1000 years under Odin's command... because I was a fool... to believe in my own tricks..."

"But there was still an opportunity... at least"

'Eheheh...'

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