A Tale of Mischief and Mutants

Anger

—-Sam—-

As Loki closes the door to his ice box and I'm left alone with no distraction I can't help but start to think about the scars marring his back. I know because of his physiology he's capable of fully recovering from injuries that would leave humans or other species with scars or even kill them.

I realize now just how bad the burns and other forms of torture had to have been, when he told me he was tortured I didn't realize he had meant he was brought to the brink of death only to be pulled back to do it over again.

I'm filled with rage. Thanos, that sick fuck is lucky he's dead because if he wasn't somehow someway I'd find him and he would suffer. Him and anyone else involved in what happened. As far as I know they're all already dead.

I go into the training room still fuming. I begin relentlessly chucking daggers at a dummy. I begin crying overcome with anger about what they did. They took a man already brought to the point of suicide by his anger, sadness, and confusion, and broke him down further turning him into a weapon for their insane plans of bringing balance to the universe through genocide.

I have the thing almost completely covered with daggers I hurl another tipping the dummy over with the force of my throw letting out a cry of anguish, I also fall to the ground overcome with emotion. I hear the door open soon after. I quickly make a desperate attempt to collect myself I told Loki I wouldn't dwell over his scars today. I wipe my tears from my face and attempt to smile as I stand up.

"Sam...?"

He looks full of concern. It's too late he's already observed my weeping and the state of the mannequin.

"I'm sorry... I know you don't wanna talk about it..."

"It's alright mortal, come here."

I step closer to him feeling guilty for not letting this go. He holds me close then leads me into our room and onto the bed he just holds me for a while and rubs my back comfortingly as we lay there. He feels cold having just come out of his icebox but I don't really mind it I'm hot from the physical exertion. My guilt comes to a head as he kisses my cheek.

"I'm sorry I tried to let it go but when everyone left..."

"You were left with no distraction from your feelings. It's okay, we can talk about it if you wish to. I don't like seeing you upset."

I nod slightly. I can't stop seeing them in my mind and I'm almost certain and really hopeful that my brain has made what I saw look worse than reality. I need to see them again I need to make sure he's ok.

"Show me."

He hesitates for a minute taken by surprise at my request. He nods and his shirt fades away. I sit up and look his back over. The scars aren't as deep as my brain had insisted they had been but they're still awful. I consider trying to take them for a second.

I have never tried that before because it serves no functional purpose for me to take scars as they are already 'healed' and no longer hurt the person with them. I decide against it, it would hurt him too much if I took them. He would hate seeing them on me just as much as I hate seeing them on him.

"Why?"

My question is one I already know the answer to what I'm actually asking is why would whatever power that there is allow any being to be subjected to something like that.

"Because I wouldn't give in."

I nod I already knew this. I also know that they continued to torture him even after he agreed to do what they asked. Thanos did it to ensure he feared him more than anything else. Even with this fear instilled in him he still felt the need to mess with Loki's head.

I run my fingers gently over a particularly deep scar on his lower back thinking about what could have caused such a mark. He takes my arm removing my hands from his back causing me to shift my position back to the way we had been lying before. He takes my hands in his own holding them close to his heart.

"Please Sam I'm okay, he can't hurt me anymore... even if he were alive he couldn't."

I'm confused by that statement. What makes him think he'd be safe if Thanos was alive? He sees this.

"I know I don't say it as much as you do to me, or really ever for that matter, but I feel safe with you here too, all you'd have to do is touch him and you could stop him."

I'm surprised by him saying this. I smile slightly at the thought. I wonder why he's never expressed this to me then I think I come up with the answer I call back to our conversation about sexism.

"Is that a testosterone thing?"

He chuckles slightly.

"No it's a me not being open with you thing."

I nod that makes more sense. I can't blame him for not showing his weakness from what I've gathered I can tell he was taught to hide his weaknesses from a young age by his father. He looks slightly guilty about it.

"I've been trying to be better about that."

I smile at him he's already opened up to me more than he has to anyone else that I know of. His statement about feeling safe is starting to make me feel a bit better.

"You're doing just fine Lo'."

His lips form into a smile as he pulls me closer to himself.

"Tell me mortal how did I get so lucky as to stumble upon you?"

I blush forgetting my sadness and anger over his scars.

"I... well... umm..."

He laughs at my stammering.

"I love you."

I blush even more.

"Me too."

I meant to say 'I love you too'. He chuckles understanding what I meant. His lips meet mine causing my face to become even hotter than it was before. We continue to lay like this for quite some time just enjoying being together. Despite my feelings about his scars I find myself at peace just laying here with him.