Return to Midgard

Chapter Ten

The mind is a complex thing, always tugging at the seams of your sanity—ripping away piece by piece. Playing with one's worst fears, deepest regrets. Seeping in the venom it so chooses, watching as you slowly fade. Blinded by betrayal, abandonment...self hate. ⠀⠀⠀⠀
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Ones soul screams in agony, skin burning. Begging, pleading for it to end to be released from the memories that haunt. ⠀⠀⠀⠀
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Silence

Lips dry, red eyes..shattered pieces laying before oneself. Broken, burdened with the feeling of being forgotten. Angered, saddened..lost. 

Weeks had gone by slower than normally, the healing process even slower as most days lingered longer then deemed necessary- memories taunting him in ways one would never speak of. Yet, when the days seemed to grow worse, the thought of eventually ending this process kept Loki going to a degree. People tried to strike up a conversation with him but the raven haired man always by passed them. not bothering to say a single word even when his check up was near. Truthfully, Loki would much more prefer if everyone would just leave him be, let him suffer in peace.  

A light rain soon took over the city, emerald hues gazing out beyond the window that the room had provided, watching intently as thoughts seemed to drift off. Truthfully it was merely like any other day in this forsaken place, but surely Loki seemed to to care, at least not anymore. Tiredness soon overtook, eyes closing as a long breath escaped.

Empty walls and dimmed lighting were what consumed the confined room, chains bolted to the mossy floor beneath - droplets of old rusty water mixed with light breathing echoed off the four walls. Two piercing emerald hues focused on the metal door before him, vision slowly fading. Days had became weeks and weeks became months, slowly forgetting what the outside world looked like /felt like/ as his pale bone like figure rested against the harsh cold ground. ⠀⠀⠀

 The silence alone was deadly, craving away at any insanity that was left within the once powerful god, body shaking violently as he awaited the next beating. Oh yes how the crack of the whip hitting his skin caused Loki to whimper, to bite down upon his swollen lips to keep any sound of pain at bay. As he waited all the raven haired man could think of was the loss of everyone whom he cared for, his brother, children, his lover. Gods the way it pained Loki each and everytime when the guilt of not being able to protect them haunted his every breath, the images of them dying before him along with others - How was one to recover from such? ⠀⠀⠀

Creaking of the large door put such memories on pause, head slowly looking up as Loki's bone like structure gazed upon the shadow before him signature smirk forming. "You're late" he coughed out dryly, gleam of the venom laced whip capturing in the little light that was provided before marking his very skin once again - over and over again.