Broken (Loki love Story)

I Enjoyed it!

    Liam was in a crouch, madness flared in his eyes. His nose was bent in an unnatural position, from when I punched him. I see the crimson blood running down his face, going in his mouth and around his teeth. This made his grin to look more wicked than it already was. He looked at me with lust in his eyes, I cringe at the sight of his ungodly face. Loki pushes me behind him, as I push the children behind me. I kneel down my by eldest son whisper so only he can hear, "Once you get a chance, I want you to take your brother's and sister, and run. Do you understand Perseus?" I ask him. I see worry spread over his face, but he nods in agreement. I kiss the top of my son's head and stand back up. I look back at Liam, he's standing up, his knife gleaming in the light of the bifrost. I turn to Heimdal, I mouth for him to take the children and get the guards, he nods. He walks behind Loki and I and tells the children to follow him. Liam's face turn from villainous to rage, his teeth are clenched, his lips curled back in a snarl."NO!" he screamed, looking at Heimdal. Heimdal keeps going leaving the bifrost, Liam starts to storm after him. I step in front of him, getting an 'Are you mad?' look from Loki. Liam looks down at me, his lips still in a snarl. He grabs my by the side of the head forcefully, his face millimeter's from mine. He sets his dagger on my throat, hard enough to hurt but soft enough so he doesn't labor my breathing. "Why do you protect them?" Liam hisses at me.
"Because they are my children and I would die for them." I say in a strong voice.
                 He starts to laugh maniacally, fear and panic jump start in my veins. I hear the blood pumping in my ears, my heart beats faster. I feel my hands start to tremble, but I put them in fists. I was not going to give this psychopath, the satisfaction of my fear. I kept my face unemotional and my tone even. "Why is that funny?" I ask giving him my most hate filled glare. He stops laughing and looks at me with that wicked grin of his. "I think its funny," He pulls me closer to me, causing me to grunt, "because you would protect KIDS." He hisses.
"They are my KIDS." I say, looking at him."As I said before I would protect them with my life."
                I look at him, my eyes wide, not with fear but with hatred. Loki stands there, because he knows if he moves Liam will slice my throat open. I look at Loki, with more love than I have ever looked at him before. Liam shakes me and puts the knife harder on my throat. I look at him, "STOP IT!" He screams, "STOP LOOKING AT HIM LIKE YOU CARE FOR HIM!!"
"How else---am I supposed--to look--at my husband?" I say, the knife starting to labor my breathing.
"DON'T CALL HIM THAT!" Liam roar's.
"What--else-- am I to call him?" I look at him and raise one of my eyebrows.
"How about a bastard!" He says, I feel cold liquid run down my neck. By the smell I know its blood. "Or maybe, coward."
"No he is not a coward, and he is not a bastard." I say, I reach behind me into the waistband of my jeans. I pull out my own dagger, behind me. "You are." I say, He looks at me confused.
                I bring the dagger forwards, connecting with Liam's gut. His mouth a gape, he looks at me with hurt in his eyes. I pull the dagger put and let him fall to the ground. I stumble backwards, what have I done. I look at Liam, blood dripping from his mouth and wound. I look away as he starts to have a spasm. I look at the knife in my hand and drop it on the floor, my hand in covered in his blood. I back away from the dagger, I am about to fall to my knees. I feel Loki wrap his arms around me, he brings me to the ground. We are both on our knees, my shoulder is in his chest my head on his neck. His chin in on my head, I feel something warm trail down my face. I know its a tear, but I do not wipe it away. I keep my eyes from blinking at stare into nothingness. I hear Liam gurgle and choke on his own blood. The guards come in, they go to Liam's body, the head of the guard walks over to Loki and I. "The man still lives," The guard says, "Do you wish for us to take him to a healer?"
"Yes," I say, still staring at nothing, "Have to healer's check him mentally as well."
                The guard nods and walks off, I see the other men in my side vision. I look at the ground, Loki caresses my hair. I see the stretcher through my hair. I close my eyes, Loki kisses my head. "Was it this painful for you?" I ask, "When you first severally injured someone?"
"I do not remember." He says, "It was a long time ago."
"I hate myself." he grabs my face in his hands.
"Do not ever say those words." He says, looking deep into my eyes. "You are a wonderful woman, who would do anything to protect her family."
"I did do it for them," I say, "But I enjoyed killing him." I tell him. "I enjoyed, plunging that dagger into his gut. That is why I hate my--"
"You enjoyed it because, you thought you were getting rid of a man who was completely obsessed with you. And was willing to hurt you and our family in the process." he said still holding my head in his hands.
                I brought my head to his chest and let him hold me for what felt like hours. Though it was only a few minutes, I held him tightly. He was right, I had stabbed Liam for the sake of my family. To stop him before he could hurt Loki and the children. I was later consumed by my own fatigue.

                Though guilt, plagued my dreams that night.