A Tale of Mischief and Mutants

A Nightmare

—-Sam—-

It's dark. There's a man in my cell. He grabs me forcing himself onto me it hurts. I try to scream. He covers my mouth and does it again this time with even more violence. I try my hardest to get away but can't.

I snap awake a cloud covering my thoughts. 'Where am I?' 'Who's this person here with me?' I attack. He grabs my hands keeping me from punching.

"Mortal! It's alright it's just me."

My mind clears I remember where I am and who is speaking to me now. I stop trying to kill him, but I'm still not convinced it's safe. That man he'd felt so real, the pain had felt real, the fear had been real. I'm shaking letting out involuntary whimpers.

"Hush, It was a dream they can't get to you here. You're safe here."

He brings me closer to him and holds me in his arms. I can't stop shaking and whimpering. I don't want to be, I feel so pathetic. I'm not giving my vocal chords or muscles permission to show this kind of weakness yet, like always, they make my fear completely clear to anyone around to witness it. Loki cups my face with his hand and gently lifts it so I'm looking at him.

"Hear me mortal, so long as I am here no one will hurt you, do you understand?"

He's deadly serious and the amount of authority in his voice makes this sound more like a decree than a comment made simply to comfort me. I must take too long to answer.

"Mortal, you are under my protection, do you understand?"

I nod and manage to shut up and get my shaking under control. He gives me a small and well, sweet smile. It looks good on him. I hold onto him and bury my face into his chest then drift back to sleep my last thought before I fall asleep being that he had kept his promise, he was right there when I had woken up.