A Tale of Mischief and Mutants part 2

Unspeakable

—-Sam—-

It was kinda nice to go out again though I was anxious with strangers around I could see they were happy to see me. They were really nice keeping their distance and sending smiles my way I'm so thankful for their kindness. The kindness of these Asgardians makes me wonder if it was mostly the upper class that made Loki feel so unwelcome when he was young.

That would have been who he interacted with the most since he was royalty. Most of the Asgardians left are people who had very little and lived on the outskirts of the capital city. They managed to flee when Hela showed up and eventually Heimdall found and sheltered them. The upper class got completely wiped out by Hela when she usurped the throne she didn't want anyone questioning her authority.

Maybe all the stuff that the upper class thought was so important and deemed Loki as lesser for didn't matter to these people. It's possible, even on Earth the culture is drastically different based on social and economic class. They don't seem like the kind of people that would shame a boy simply because they weren't as physically strong as the others.

The way they speak I've gathered they liked him before everything happened, he was known for being the kinder of the two brothers due to Thor's ego. Clearly the princes didn't get to interact with them that much because I feel their approval would have made all the difference had he known.

Right now I'm sitting on the couch trying to ignore the fact that it's almost 9:00 at night. I don't want to sleep. I kick my leg anxiously as I sit on the couch trying desperately to focus on the episode of The Office we're watching instead of the now pitch black of nighttime outside the window. I don't notice I'm doing it until Mary points it out.

"Would you stop shaking your leg like that you're shaking the whole couch."

"S-sorry."

Mary picks up that something's wrong immediately.

"Sam is everything ok? You seem nervous."

I don't want to worry her and my dream is pretty morbid.

"I'm fine."

Loki sits down next to me then in his smooth way.

"You're not."

I bite my lip. I'm trying to keep my emotions in check I'm an adult I shouldn't be so scared of the darkness I watched slowly take over the light outside. I can't stop my voice from sounding a little broken.

"...It's just so late."

He nods and I know he understands exactly what the problem is. Mary looks confused before she's hit by a realization.

"Nightmares?"

Loki nods silently now gently running a hand through my hair. She gives me a quick hug.

"I'll leave you guys alone."

She retreats to her bedroom. Loki turns off the TV. I feel a tear roll down my cheek as I'm hit with the fear I'd managed to hold back for Mary's sake. Loki pulls me closer to him and I lay down putting my head in his lap. I'm exhausted and I both want to sleep and am terrified to sleep at the same time.

I just want to lay down here for a little while maybe if I do I'll be able to stay up the rest of the night. I only dare to lay down now because I know this is the safest place I could possibly fall asleep if I fail to stay awake. Loki's surprised by my sudden shift to lay down.

"Sam?"

"I'm so tired."

He nods moving to accommodate my new position once again stroking my hair.

"When did you wake up?"

"A little after 4:00."

He reprimands me softly in worry.

"Darling..."

"I couldn't go back to sleep... I just couldn't..."

"You barely got four hours of sleep mortal."

I feel guilty making him feel worried about me.

"I'm sorry I just couldn't..."

He nods and puts a hand on my cheek still looking worried. He's silent for a bit and I can tell he's debating what to do he finally comes to a decision.

"Love what happened?"

I can't say what happened in the dream out loud for me it would be truly unspeakable.

"I can't."

My words seem to break whatever dam there was holding back my tears. He quickly lifts me up so I'm crying into his shoulder he rubs my back.

"Hush Sam I'm sorry, I did not wish to cause you this distress you don't have to think of it."

I let out a sob.

"But I do! I can't unsee it! What they did..."

He holds onto me tightly as I devolve into more tears.

"Whoever they are they're no match for us you must know this."

He's right but that fact doesn't keep the scene from my nightmare from replaying in my head. Nevertheless I nod slightly. I give him something because him receiving no solid answer from me about what I saw will eat away at him. I don't want to cause him that much worry.

"They hurt you. ...the ones that had me before I met you."

He pulls me away from his shoulder to look at me and I see his expression is sad and shocked he's figured out what I saw. He doesn't say a word about it knowing that there's nothing he could possibly say to relieve what I feel about what I saw. He kisses my forehead then embraces me a bit more protectively. I immediately feel an abundance of safety and I find my river of tears lightening a bit.

"I love you."

"I love you too, ...no one will ever take me away from you nor you from me. I promise."

I refuse to hold this promise against him should something happen. I have a target on my back and he's not invincible, though I know he'll hold it against himself. I nod. I'm not even sure when I slipped off to sleep but I wake up to find myself curled up in bed with his arms around me. When I see that it's a little after 2:00 in the morning I somehow don't feel the need to resist the pull back into sleep. Somehow I just know that the dream is going to leave me alone.