Multifandom Imagines

Loki (Mythology Based) - Part 3

"There are still another 7 Realms to run to, aren't there?" you finally answer, trying to reassure both you and Balder.

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When Balder isn't around to keep you company, you keep yourself busy either reading – Midgard's literature is surprisingly vast and rich, unlike Asgard's – or practicing your magick with plants you were allowed to take from the flower shop and some that Balder has smuggled for you.

Your potion making has gotten better, since you have been using it to die down your Goddess "aura" that would prevent you from living like a normal Midgardian. The only thing you couldn't figure out – and the All Father knows you have been trying for years – is how to get rid of your immortality. No need for such things here, there's no point in seeing life on Midgard wither and restart indefinitely, to just watch death on replay.

As you open your closet to look for an outfit for work, a strong smell of moss and sweet pine trees invades your nostrils, covering you in a feeling of familiarity. The smell instantly makes your muscles relax and your eyes close unintentionally.

The lack of balance caused by the darkness becomes disturbing, so you suddenly open your eyelids, remembering where you are. This smell has no place here. You rush to your living room, not entirely sure what you are expecting to see. You stop dead on your tracks, in front of the figure. The sight of him is heartbreaking.

Loki's blonde, luscious hair is now ravished. He looks sick, beaten down. But by far the most shocking change is around his mouth. His beautiful lips are covered in dark red, dry blood, kept shut by a soft thread. They sewed his mouth shut, to punish him for something.

You notice him trembling, which sends shivers through your whole body. The tears in his eyes betray the fear and pain that engulf him. There's a moment where you want to look away from him, shield your eyes from this sight, but you stop yourself, despite feeling like breaking down.

"Loki, what happened?" you question as you slowly and cautiously approach him, like you would approach a terrified deer that has been hunted its whole life.

His facial expression instantly shifts, his brows furrowing and head tilting, as if trying to inform you that he has no way of communicating with you.

"Right..." you turn around and rush to your kitchen, yanking a drawer open to take the scissors. "Let me take care of that for you."

You sit on the couch and patiently motion for him to sit next to you. Loki throws himself on the couch, like a child throwing a fit. The couch shakes under you, but you decide to ignore it. You instead lean forward to get closer to his mouth, but you prudently avoid touching any other parts of his body.

The blade of the scissors carefully slithers under the thread and Loki holds his breath as you start cutting it, freeing his lips. When the thread is broken, you use your fingers to slowly pull it out, cursing yourself for not buying some tweezers every time Loki hisses in pain. You place piece after piece of blood-stained thread on the coffee table and you then move to applying one of your healing ointments on his wounds, to help them heal faster.

As soon as you cover the last wound hole with the potion, you rush to retract your hands from Loki's face, but his thin, weirdly strong hands stop you. A gasp escapes your lips when his deep green eyes meet yours.

"Y/n..." he speaks in a raspy voice, trying to get used to speaking again. "I have missed you so dearly!"

For a moment, just one moment of fondness and weakness, you almost let go and fall into his arms. But the moment fades away as fast as it appeared, and you pull yourself away, leaving Loki with his hands in the air.