#dark! loki

You don’t have a home anymore. Now he’s all you have, for better or worse. He made sure of that. By the time you noticed the gilded cage being built around you, it was far too late.

You thought yourself lucky, but in reality you are doomed. 

You have nothing of your own. Everything is his, even yourself. 

His incessant needs can never be satiated. His daunting presence lords over every aspect of your life…if one might still call what you have a life.

You amble about the house - mansion - the grandiose surroundings making your head spin. You will never get used to this. None of this is you. All him, and his sophisticated, expensive taste. 

It’s a wonder he settled for someone as ordinary as you. 

As a mellifluous voice that sparks desolate familiarity bounces along the wide hallway, you freeze. 

"Darling, are you home?"

Your brows knit but before you can move, strong arms engulf you in their stifling embrace. You stand there stiffly as his chest presses against your back and he rests his chin on your shoulder. The scent of his pricey cologne prickles your nose.

He purrs along your ear, "I will never tire of saying this."

The air in your lungs thins. 

"Loki, we need to talk…" you mutter, fiddling with your hands.

He pivots you swiftly, his long hands running up and down your arms. 

Excitement glimmers in his emerald orbs. 

"Can it not wait? I have a surprise for you, my love."

"I think we should-" His face goes taut, a clear warning laced in his expression, and you swallow thickly. You keep your voice light while your chest grows heavier. "Alright, I’m sorry. I love surprises."

He puts his hands on your shoulders and guides you through a series of hallways. It’s an area of the palatial home you hardly recognize. Your insides twine with apprehension. 

It only eases as he halts his steps, placing you before a surprising spectacle.

"Wow."

It’s the sole word your mouth can form amidst your shock. Loki never does things like this. Wide eyes soak in the crimson rose petals and candles scattered across the floor. They form a trail that leads to the clawfoot tub, already brimming with purple, flower-scented water. 

"Do you like it?" he whispers, his thin lips grazing your earshell.

"It’s beautiful," you reply cautiously.

His hands squeeze around your shoulder, thumbs pushing into your neck. A subtle reminder. You hold your breath. 

"It’s not what I asked."

You force a smile. It’s what he basks in, the pretense, the false adoration.

"I love it."

"Only the best for my precious girl," he coos. "I had a busy day but I thought you and I may indulge in a few warm…comfortable delights."

His fingers wander to your hips, roaming in blatant suggestion. 

"That’s thoughtful."

"Well, I do hope my…thoughtfulness shall be rewarded then."

He turns you, pulling you into a tender kiss that quickly turns ravenous. You surprise him by meeting his kisses with a fervor akin to his, clinging to the lapels of his shirt. Your tongue tangles with his, teeth clashing as you moan against his lips. 

Astonishment paints his sharp features as he breaks the kiss. He strokes your chin, rubbing his throbbing need against your stomach.

"Hm, aren’t you quite the temptress today my darling?" he rasps seductively. 

"Just… happy to see you."

It’s an easy lie, a practiced one. In reality, you are exhausted beyond measure. You’re tearing apart at the seams, every thread pulled loose by his myriad of whims. 

You let him undress you and kiss every inch of you, pleasure overcoming your qualms. Clothes are shed and fall to the floor in a crumpled heap as you keen beneath his precise touch. He lingers on parts of you that tear sharp moans from your throat. 

You don’t resist as he nudges you into the warm water, sinking right behind you. Maybe it’ll be easier once you’ve fed his hunger; maybe then he’ll be sated enough to listen. 

Your slippery, naked bodies slide alongside each other. Loki grunts, rubbing himself against your wet entrance. 

You gasp when he sheathes himself inside you, gripping the marble edge of the tub. His breath scalds the nape of your neck.

"The entire day has tortured me with thoughts of you, of coming home, and burying my cock in your perfect little cunt."

"Loki…we need to talk," you stammer between labored breaths, squirming on his lap. He groans, rolling his hips and stretching you deliciously around his thick cock. 

"A sentence that inspires joy in the heart of any man."

His caustic reply overflows with irritation. 

"Can I just…"

You swallow, your pulse rising as you collect the withering morsel of bravery within you. You turn to face him, wincing at the new angle.

It’s hard to speak with him nestled so snugly between your slick walls. 

"It’s been great but I think we need to end this."

Loki scoffs, "End what…" Your silence is heavy with meaning. His smoky eyes clear with understanding. Fury brews in his tone. "Us?" His hand shoots up, cinching around your chin. You whimper as tears pearl beneath your eyelids. "Do I not take care of you?" he roars.

"Y-Yes but-"

"Do I not shower you with gifts, affection?" He snaps his pelvis into you viciously. A helpless wail unfurls from your throat as you bear with the mix of pleasure and pain. 

"I just think-"

His grip on your jaw tightens as he wiggles his hips in a way that draws a shameful string of wanton moans from you. 

"I thought we agreed it’s best we leave the thinking to me, my darling." A wicked smirk slants his lips, his other hand reaching down to play with your clit. Your vision flickers as heat builds in your core. "It is far from your greatest talent."

"I spoil you, treat you like a goddess…yet you plot to leave me."

"I didn’t mean…I have no freedom, Loki." Your frail defense comes out a wobbly whisper. 

A derisive chuckle bursts out of his chest.

"Freedom for what? Childish hobbies? That futile job of yours? I granted you freedom from it."

"I liked my job, Loki…" you retort with a frown. 

He parts your folds with his lithe fingers, tracing circles and spreading your arousal until your breaths fog around you.

You brace yourself on his shoulders as you grind over his thighs. 

Electricity crackles through your spine, your climax rushing in a sudden wave. 

Loki observes you smugly.

He roams over your curves, his green gaze alight with intensity. 

"But aren’t you happier here…keeping me happy? You had nothing. You were nothing. I gave you everything. Isn’t that enough? Have I ever failed to provide for your every need?"

You bite your lip, your forehead creasing. His words hurt, painfully true in a manner you weren’t ready for. Indeed, you haven’t wanted for anything.

Nothing baring space, distance. That is a luxury Loki never bestowed upon you. 

"No…I guess not."

Your breath falters as he starts to bounce you on his cock. Each thrust makes stars twinkle in your sight. Speech becomes an impossibility as your voice gets lost in gargled moans and needy whines. 

Loki trails fiery kisses over your damp flesh, rasping against your ear,

"You are young. You will learn. You are lucky the well of my patience is ever bottomless, my love."

You gasp as your head tosses back, bliss trapping you in its thrall. 

You don’t feel lucky. Not one bit.

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Everything was just as you remembered it.

Of course, it had only been 5 years since you had left your hometown and moved to a greater city, wanting to be closer to your boyfriend...

...well, now ex-boyfriend, to be precize.

Not that it mattered much to you anymore - after everything he's done, you were only mad at the amount of time you had wasted on him.

You had never been a person to embrace change, so that step you dared back then was really out of character. And now here you were again, the same hospital, the same changing room, even the same locker. How nostalgic.

As if they had reserved it only in case you ever came back, and that constant familiarity sure was comforting in times like these.

Still, no matter how glad and you felt to be closer to friends and family again, you couldn't help but feeling embarassed.

Of not being able to endure the loneliness, coming back just like that even though you could've made a living there all by yourself.

"Welcome home, Y/N" a low voice welcomned you jokingly, "It's good to see you again. Your departure really had left a hole in our unit."

It was Dr. Meyer, caging you in for a hug before you were even able to respond. Still the confident one, you thought.

Back then he was one of the rather arrogant interns, his disrespectful demeanour making work harder for everyone around him.

However, even back then he had taken a liking to you, probably due to your calm and patient character - most would say you were easy to exploit due to your kindhearted nature, but you'd refuse to admit that to yourself.

Well, back then you'd always decline his offers to meet outside of work:

Don't fuck the company, or so they said. That saying was unwritten law, especially in a small-town-hospital like this was one, where everyone basically knew everyone anyway.

His nametag told you that he had already climbed the carrier ladder and was now the leading senior of the psych ward.

Good for him, you thought.

You swallowed the bitter aftertaste of that way too long, involuntary hug and forced yourself to smile - you'd have to work closely starting today, so better not leave a bad impression.

"Glad to be of service." Your flight instinct kicked in at that weird atmosphere, nervously tapping with your foot. "But I gotta go now. Can't afford to be late on my first day!"

Like that, you quickly clawed in your bag and waved him goodbye as if it wasn't something personal.

Rushing through the hallways, trying to avoid longer conversations with old colleagues, there you finally were: The psych ward.

It was separated from the rest of the hospital, especially build to fit the overwhelmingly increasing need for therapy in today's civilization.

A few years ago, you'd never imagined to work here...

The workfield differentiated widely from other form of medicine and nursing, and you had always been a rather med-surg interested person.

Yet you didn't want to feel like you'd come back here without making any progress, so starting anew in another field would at least give you a little challenge and fresh wind.

"Good morning everyone, I'm Y/N YL/N. Nice to meet all of you."

After a while of greeting your new team and some smalltalk, the charge nurse would show you around. She then gave you some brief instructions and informations about the station and your tasks for the respective shift.

That was all the induction you'd get - because of course and as always you were short-staffed.

So from day one, you'd have to take at least one patient on your own, always able to ask anything in case you were uncertain.

"Don't worry" your colleague Jenny told you in a cheerful yet also worried tone. "That's a rather easy patient. I mean, his illness is complicated but I mean you won't have much work with him. Taking vitals, giving meds and else...you know, the basics."

She led you through the surprisingly full hallway, passing group therapy and sitting rooms, until you stood in front of the last door of the station - room 413. "That's our isolation room"

"Isolation? Is he contagious?" you wondered, seeing through the little window in the door just to see that the patient inside was hiding from your observation.

"Yeah, about that..." Jenby rubbed the back of her head, just to be cut off by Dr. Meyer which almost magically appeared behind you, his hand on your shoulder making you jump.

Hopefully you won't have to get used to such kind of advances, but for now you'd wave it off as an overly affective manner - he should just not overstep a line.

Maybe you'll tell him to tone it down a little after your probation is over.

"No, not like that" Meyer explained, rubbing his goatee as if buried in deep thought. "The patient's name is Loki Odinson. An interesting case, actually. A judge ordered special measurements of isolation, even though he is already in a locked station. Under no circumstances is he to leave his room, use of electronic devices forbidden. Any potential weaponry has been removed from the room as well, so don't worry. He is highly intelligent, so he won't do anything reckless. He knows that escaping isn't possible, so he hasn't attacked any of the staff up until now, and has not used any form of violence either. Actually, he doesn’t harm anyone he’s not particulary involved with or could profit from."

"But there can always be a first time" you thought, swallowing harshly to get that constricting feel of a lump ouf your throat.

Great. Wonderful. So they put a completely new nurse in potential danger she cannot possibly deal with?!?

Busy as they were, both of them would utter some words of encouragement and were very eager to get away from that particular room as fast as possible.

Well, you were used to deal with the unwanted workload. What doesn't kill you...quite literally.

You snatched his patient record, first of all reading his medical history to brace yourself for what's to come:

"32-year old caucasian male, single and with no children. Already behavioraly issues since early childhood, according to parents. Extraordinarily intelligence, yet low emotional capabilities, especially empathy and frustration tolerance. Fear of abandonment. Complicated relationship to his brother, constantly switching between relying on his forgiving nature and rivalry because of his popularity and achievements. Now facing identity crisis after having found out about being adopted, ashamed of his biological father apparently being a wanted criminal. Pathological liar with Narcisstic and Sociopathic tendencies, e.g. unable to bear not being the center of attention. Patient has been admitted to us directly via police, after slashing his brother's fianceè's face the day before their wedding. Insists it was a 'prank gone wrong' and he did not mean any harm, yet everyone in the family could give very convincing proof that the incident happened in fact on purpose. Hasn't spoken ever since, refuses to take his medication. Re-evaluating strategy in two weeks, together with family, lawjer and judge as representant of the state."

A deep sigh escaped your mouth after finishing the last paragraph, then growing into a frustrated groan.

Well, you were searching for a challenge, have you not? This was exactly what you came for.

You were just not used to those kinds of situations, and for it to happen so early within your new carrier...but you had nothing to lose, and nothing to prove either.

Let's just give it a try, shall we?

When the door opened, Loki would not react in the slightest. He was laying on his bed, invested with a small rubber ball he was throwing and catching - his only pastime lately.

Your patient was surprisingly handsome, but you tried to not let yourself being catched off guard. Very well dressed, but no wonder considering his family was kind of royalty - at least they were wealthy, that much you knew for sure.

For the fraction of a second, his emerald eyes would assess your appearance, before darting back to the ceiling, uninterested.

"She's new" he deduced as he took in your appearance, never having seen you before. Your insecure stance gave it away as well. "Fucking stupid to send me a rookie, who the hell do they think I am?! They better not take me lighty!"

The young man mentally prepared himself for the usual. Everyone visiting his 'cell', as he tended to call it, behaved the same up until now.

Scolding him, or appeal on his humanity while simultaneously wearing a face that gave their disgust towards him away.

They were so damn fake, all of them. It made him sick.

But instead, you simply nodded at him before sitting down at the small, plain desk in a corner of the room, calmly writing something down.

After a short time, curiosity had gotten the better of him. "Wha- what are you writing about me?" How could you even report something without having even attempted to talk to him?

"Wha- hey! Don't ignore me!" he yelled, having jumped up from his bed and slammed both hands on the table, making you wince a little.

At long last, a reaction. Your first, little success.

Finally, you'd look up from your papers and put up your most friendly smile. "Hello, my name is Y/N Y/L/N. For this weeks early shift, I'm your nurse. It's nice to meet you!"

Loki clenched his jaw, unable to deal with that genuine hospitality - the first time in what felt like forever since it last been directed at him.

No judgement, no resentment or such. Just you introducing yourself.

"Don't you have other patients that need your attention?" he waved you off, now that he had opened his mouth not being any use to keep on the silence penalty with you - and to be honest, he was a little impressed that you had tricked him into talking so easily.

"As a matter of fact, you are my only patient."

"Oh, of course!" He exclaimed almost comically proud, grabbing his chin. "Well, I assume I'm much to deal with. Special, you could say."

You cleared your throat, dismissing him just like that. Gesturing for him to sit down in front of you, you asked "Is it possible for you to at least try and listen what I have to say?"

Just like that, the man dropped to the chair, hands folded on the table. "With someone this polite, I'll give you a chance, as an exception."

Yeah, that little nurse sure was intriguing. Refreshingly kind...and naive. Maybe he could've use for that.

"Thank you. So, Mr. Odinson-"

"Just call me Loki, please" he cut you off, just to be instantly corrected by you in return. "I-I'm afraid that is not possible, to, well...to maintain a healthy distance."

However, you could only stutter that sentence when for a friction, his palm graced the back of your hand, so shallow that an innocent soul could easily mistake it for an accidental touch.

With a childlike curiosity, the man awaited your reaction - to no avail as it seemed. You were a professional, after all.

But given time, he thought...

"What I was about to say..." You cleared your throat, trying to busy yourself with the papers on the table. "It would be beneficial if you comply and accept this therapy, Mr. Laufeyson. Your psychological evaluation will have a huge impact in court."

Loki leaned back in the chair, arms crossed almost as if offended. "I know exactly what they say about me. That I'm a lost soul beyond help, and that I deserve to be locked away."

He nervously picked at his hand and you mirrored this habit. "Well, if it's any condolence...I don't see it that way."

"You've seen me for five minutes. You don't even know me! Not in the slightest. So your opinion means nothing" the man scoffed, raising his eyebrows at you.

"I am an expert in human nature, some would say" you spoke confidently, smirking a bit. "And anyway: It is never too late to change."

Loki felt his throat drying, swallowing harshly without showing any sign of weakness towards you - his enemy, he still thought at that moment.

Even though the idea of someone believing in the good in him was uplifting for the young man, satisfaction and trust were not really part of his nature after everything that had happened in his life.

Anyway, without having a real plan, he had decided for his next actions out of a whim - and grabbed the cup with medication you had brought, swallowing them all at once.

"Here." He sticked out his tongue, showing you that he didn't hide them anywhere. "I did my part, now it's your turn."

The fact that on your first day, you made that troublesome patient talk again and take his pills was making your chest swell with pride -yet his presence also made you kind of flustered. "What do you mean?"

"Let's play a game." A mischievous and gleeful grin was streched across his face, and he stared at you with an intensity that made your heart race for some reason. "I do what you think is necessary, and in return I just want some information about you. Nothing indiscret, no things that make you uncomfortable or some sort. Just some innocent details."

Was it really a good idea to trust this man? Not to speak of building some kind of personal relationship with a patient...

...but then again, he couldn't really use that against you. And if the man got the treatment he so desperately needed, you'd also get credit which would be good for your reputation as a new nurse.

A win-win situation, right?

"Go on" you sighed, still not really fond of the idea.

"Are you in a relationship right now?"

"That's already inappropriate." As punishment, you stood up and prepared to leave - but Loki stopped you. "Wait! I'm sorry, it was a little prank. I'm sorry, sorry."

You couldn't surpress a chuckle that you had turned the tables on that perceptive man, making him grid his teeth when he realized he had lost his cool for a moment. "And I'd doubt you'd know how to take proper care of a lady" you teased.

"Oh, you'd be surprised." He was quick to change the topic himself, asking "So be it, then: Why did you decide to become a nurse?"

"Umm, maybe I'm an idealist?" you pondered aloud, nipping on your bottom lip. "Never really thought about it. It just felt right. The job is challenging, rich in variety, and you can contribute something good."

Exactly what he thought - you obviously had some issues as well, as it seemed. Maybe he could use that against you, gain your trust and make his escape.

And even if it didn't work, this would be a pleasant pastime...

But as the weeks went by, Loki actually found himself enjoying those brief visits and innocent conversations, just the two of you

And he soon learned to embrace his little, impossible infatuation he was slowly developing.

At first you wouldn't bid his behavior any huge meaning, especially because your bright nature didn't allow you to sense any ill intend.

It was rather nice, actually - showering that misunderstood man with attention, and seeing how he bloomed.

He even confided to you about his side of the story, back then: According to Loki, he was only trying to cut off Thor's fiancée's hair in her sleep - but when she woke up and became startled, he accidentally cut her face with the blade.

Much to everyone's surprise, you believed him - even though that mean prank spoke more than enough about his emotional maturity.

The rules of the station allowed him more freedom if he behaved well, and soon he was allowed to roam the unit freely, always watching over you from the shadows instead of initiating contact with anyone else.

For a while, everything seemed to be going into an acceptable direction, with you gifting the man books or sheerly listening to his interest for norse mythology, as if asideof the circumstances your unusual friendship weren't the way it was.

Things became more troublesome however, when Loki decided he wanted to be needed by you as well.

When a patient hit and threatened you, you waved it off as being not that much of a deal - that man was sick and didn't mean it personally, so you didn't want to make a complain to the police.

Yet Loki thought different, a dire anger awakening in him as he saw your cheek slightly bruised - and coincidentally, that very same man got beaten up the next day. Little did you know Loki initiated a fight between that violent patient and the other ones, solely manipulating them without dirtying his own hands.

No one shall lay hands on you. He would not allow to share you with anyone.

And especially: You shouldn't treat anyone else with the same kindness as him!

"I am not allowed to accept gifts from patients" you explained politely, still flattered by the fact that he had remembered your favourite color.

He'd only shove the little box into your arms again, carefully sliding it over the table. "How about a gift from a friend, though?"

"Okay, but I'll open it when I'm at home so no one sees." You were aware of people noticing the shift in your depicture of him, being the only one to always defend him in front of the other staff at your briefings. "Anyway, I have something for you as well..."

His birthdate was no secret for you either, knowing his whole clinical record by heart already. Still, Loki gasped in surprise, shining eyes widening as he saw you presenting a small, selfmade cake to him.

"Happy Birthday, Loki" you chanted, gesturing for him to try a piece.

"How thoughtful..." he murmured under his breath, that small, genuine gesture meaning more to him than he could put in words. "Thank you."

"Does your family come to visit today as well?"

That statement made his expression immediately drop. Damn, you should've known better than to adress this topic.

"Of course not" he spoke, voice laced with disappointment. "Did you ever see them visit me, all those months? They gave up on me, I tell you..."

Probably, but you did not want to admit that to him.

It was your little secret that you had a phonecall with his brother last week - the only person he thought to always forgive him and be at his side.

"He only ever loves himself, Miss Y/L/N. I just can't defend him forever." With those words, he hung up before you could even convince him otherwise.

"What about your mother?" Oh, you were blissfully unaware of his past, only hurting him further by your plain questions.

"She's dead." For the first time, you actually saw his eyes becoming glossy, now understanding why he never spoke about her before.

"My father blames me for her death" he breathed, as barely audible as his shaky voice allowed him. "Who else could it be, right? I'm basically at causing every misfortune in people's lives."

"Loki..." You felt brave today, taking his hand into yours and sueezing it a little before reassuringly rubbing his lower arm. "You don't need to open up about that just yet. It's very hard and personal for you, I get that."

"Nono, it's alright. I'm here for therapy, right? And I trust you." What words of great honor. "There's not much to talk about anyway, really. She was the only one who believed in me, and made me feel like I belong. But her sorrow about my lifestyle was too much for her heart to bear, at least that's what my family concluded. And ever since, there was only that shadow of my father and brother's greatness, and it made me sick. Every day I felt like I was suffocating, and when I found out about my true parentage and my brother wanted to move to his future wife, I felt like everything I knew and controlled was gone. As if a hole opened up in the ground and I just fell forever."

Only now he realized how teary-eyed you had become as well, amazed by the closeness you entrusted him with in change for that secret - seeing the deepest pit of his soul.

"You are not at fault, Loki. Everyone makes mistakes, and a mother never stops loving her child." You needed to pause midsentence, choking on a sob. "She would've want you to lead a happy life, don't you think?"

"Yeah..." Absentmindedly, Loki's thumb circled on your hand, until pulling it in to place a kiss on your knuckles. "Thank you for listening. For your help...for everything! I don't know what I'd do in here without you...I'd probably actually go crazy."

That night, you'd wake up from a dream again - like you did many times, afterwards needing to ease the ache in your lends, praying his name: Loki.

Lately, those dreams repeated themselves, turned into daydreams and linging fantasies - about what his hands would feel like exploring your curves, what his tongue would taste like wrapped around your own while mercilessly fucking you against the wall of his room.

What the fuck is wrong with you?!

You stood up and tried to walk the tireness away, as if to shake those improper thoughts off as well. Seems like you had fallen asleep on the desk again, but it didn't matter since night shifts were usually quiet in here.

"Here again?" Loki softly knocked against the door of the nurse's office, greeting you with a shy look.

"Not quite" you yawned and stretched a bit, trying to not dwell in those earlier memories upon seeing that annoyingly attractive patient. "Still here, actually. Double shift, a colleague called in sick again."

Loki huffed angrily as he let himself in, knowing in night shifts there's always only one nurse so no one would disturb you. "Inacceptable!" he exclaimed, "A person like you deserves to be treated like a queen, not a servant."

The beginningly self-glorifying tendencies Loki hat coated his insecurity with had lately shifted towards you, putting you on an imaginary pedestral in his mind.

You were good and pure and could never do something wrong, or so he thought - and he was the only one able to protect you from that otherwise cruel world.

Right now, you may only have become his moral support - but if things went on like this, instead of healing, Loki would lose himself in other unhealthy habits.

So why couldn't you stop and stay away from him, at least for his own good, damn it?!

Seems like you weren't as great as he thought you to be...

"Drop that 'I can fix him' thinking!" you could still hear Dr. Meyer say, back this afternoon when he ordered you to his office. "The whole unit is talking already! That man is already doomed, any he's only toying with you! A psych ward team needs to be cooperating and stick together, and if only one person behaves different and go easier on him, the whole therapy won't work!"

Only when you stopped pondering about it, you saw how close Loki had gotten to you, his face just inches apart and raven locks falling into your face. “Please, Y/N...just lend me an ear...”

You were struggling as your back hit the wall, unable to gain distance again. Still mentally debating whether you should push the emergency-button on your unit’s phone, Loki robbed you of that decision as he softly grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“I’ve seen the desire in your eyes, you sweet little thing...” he hoarsed with a raspy voice, making you shudder as you felt his breath gracing your ear. "If only we could go somewhere far, far away to relish that need.”

“I-I won’t let you out of here. Do you honestly think I’m so gullible?!” 

“No. Nononono, little petal. I would never use you for that.” Your patient’s demeanour was no less inviting, his knuckles brushing your cheekbones while he was looking at you as if you were a piece of art. "But I want you to give us a chance - nothing more, nothing less.”

You bit your lip, unable to fight against something you wished for so deeply. A thousand thoughts ran through your head, about how wrong every detail of that moment was - but also the most wildest fantasies of lust and love and adventure. There had always been something attracting to the forbidden, after all...

“I can change. For you. Be discharged someday. Build a life with you. No one has to know about us until then. Y/N...”

“Loki...” Your voice was nothing but a whisper as he needily pulled you into his arms, fingernails digging into the flesh of your hip to lift you onto the cupboard. You felt his erection eager to escape his trousers, pressing itself against your crotch to ease this pressure.

He seemed desperate as he explored your body, unfocused even as he overwhelmed himself in that intoxicating high of your closeness...

...but just before the final gap between your lips closed, he was gone.

“You piece of shit. Even harassing our nurses, huh?!?”

You blinked heavily, mind still clouded by lust before you could comprehend what just happened. Loki on the other hand was lying on the floor, being pressed down by two security guards as Dr. Meyer prepared a srynge with sedatives

“Wai-!” Just when you were about to interfere, Loki furiously shook his head. His eyes told you everything you needed to know about his intentions, signalizing you to stay silent - otherwise you’d be doomed with him.

No one shall notice your little workplace romance, so he’d sacrifice himself to preserve your honor and prevent you from being punished.

After injecting the medication to his bloodstream, they still did not keep themselves from savouring in his pain and violently fixate him, straping every single of his limbs to the bed.

“Tha- I think that’s enough. He’s asleep” you suggested with a shaky voice, as Dr. Meyer grabbed both of your shoulders. “Are you alright? Did that bastard hurt you?”

“N-No...I guess he just misunderstood my kindness.”

“People like that are no humans” the doctor growled, watching as the security guards dragged him away. “They are wild animals. He will never be able to lead a normal life, being as dangerous to others as he is!”

The thought of Loki possibly being robbed of a normal future just to be locked up forever brought tears into your eyes. Luckily, your colleagues thought that reaction to be because of the shock, however it revoked Dr. Meyer to embrace you tightly and completely uncalled for, babbling some fake sweet words about you being safe now. Oh, how you wished to escape his fangs...

For several days, there was nothing. You had been forcibly conivinced to take a few days off while Loki was still rotting in his room, which made it impossible for you to relax.

Your almost-lover on the other side was patiently waiting for you, always sure of your return - however his wish to see light in these darkest of times would be possibly ruined forever.

Loki knew the order of this unit very well, knowing exactly when someone would come to give him food, meds or check up on him. So when there was an unregulary knock on his door, hope bloomed in his chest to finally see you again.

“Well, well...” Dr. Meyer was trying his outmost to appear professional, yet he couldn’t surpress his gloating over the man who got fixated by his wrists just minutes before the medical round. “Good evening, Mr. Odinson...or should I rather say ‘Laufeyson’?”

No reaction. Instead Loki calmly smiled and let all the hatred and negativity bounce back off himself instead to letting it into his core ever again.

As long as his thoughts revolved around you, he’d be fine. You believed in him, and never would he want to disappoint you again.

“Do you know why I have been called here?” The doctors demeanour was obvious, and Loki was almost certain that he specifically insisted to be responsible for his ‘favourite’ patient. “Your evaluation is almost due. You know, the one that decides about your future at this facility and especially our society?”

“If you have to say something, just say it.” Even though acting cool, Loki’s heart was dropping to his stomach, anxiety getting the better of him - and sadly, it wasn’t unnotice by the doc.

“After all those crimes you’ve commited, we’ve been thinking you’d be better of in a forensic clinic.” Meyer sat down on the edge of the bed, hiding his grin under a face mask as he enjoyed the trembling man straped to the mattress.

“B-But what about-”

“Don’t worry about that” the doctor cut him off, “Y/N doesn’t want to be admitted to you anymore, either way."

“Lies.” Still, Loki teared up faster than his mind could catch up on those words who broke his heart in an instant. “I-I know deceit better than everyone. You’re lying!”

The doctor was almost imploding out of glee, but being the sociopathic actor that he was, he reassuringly put a hand on Loki’s shoulder. “I’m sorry for you, but it’s better for everyone involved. She’s afraid of you, called you a freak even. I don’t know what sick shit you did to her exactly, but we’ll do anything to keep you from doing it again.”

“Shut up!” Security was storming the door as Loki began to have a violent outburst, bed shaking and the skin on his wrists becoming sore as he tried to free himself from the shackles. “Don’t fucking touch me! Where is she?!? I want to speak to her, let me.......”

“No need for that, gentlemen.” Dr. Meyer had already put his patient to sleep before the security would mangle him - after all, he didn’t want to leave proof of any mistreatment on his station. “That man’s not worth it anyway.”

Loki’s sleep was long and dreamless, yet the first thing that had popped up in his mind as he regained consciousness was you - and there you were, looking at him all concerned as you pet his head.

He blinked heavily, unsure whether you were a hallucination. But it was really you. “Y/N...”

Suddenly, he remembered the doctor’s words, turning around to face the wall as soon as you freed him from the restrainments. “What’s wrong, Loki? What have they done to you?!”

Every syllable that escaped your mouth was laced with emotion, confusing and hurting his shattered soul even more. “What are you doing here?” he hissed coldly, trying to not be affected by you anymore.

That would’ve been the last time he ever let someone close to his core again...

“My colleagues didn’t want me to nurse you, out of worry! It was extremely hard to convince them that I’d at least bring you dinner, since they did not want to ignore Dr. Meyer’s order, but well...here I am.”

You rubbed the back of your head, sheepishly looking over to the plate you had put on his nightstand. “I brought your favourite.”

“Go away” he whispered hoarse, still only offering you his back. “And never come back...”

“Wha- but I...” You wanted to approach him, but Loki slapped your hand away. He wanted to scream, but was smart enough to not attract your colleague’s attention. “I trusted you, Y/N! Out of all the people I expected to betray me, it had to be the only one I allowed to come close?!?”

There he was, the man everyone considered a failure, a brutal psychopath and a monster - shivering at the thought of being all alone once again.

No mockery, no acting all high and mighty to cover up his true feeling or protect his pride.

Just pain.

“You, back then...” he declared, finally meeting your face with an icy glare. “That was the first time someone ever voluntarily stood up for me.”

“I bet it happened before,” was your firm answer, gulping heavily at the sight of this empty shell that had almost become your lover. “I am sure of it. Sometimes we are just too hurt to remember the good things.”

“Were you really that disgusted by my advances, this whole time?”

That question caught you off guard. Of course the circumstances had always been present in the back of your mind - but how could he ever assume that you did not felt drawn to him as well?!

“N-No!” you exclaimed almost immediately, and Loki backed off due to the surprise of the determination in your voice. “If I didn’t want to, I would’ve told you! Why would you think of me that way?”

The image of your almost-kiss, how his hands felt as they were eagerly exporing your skin...it was still pleasantly vivid in your mind...

...but something else had stained those blissful memories for the both of you.

“I am so sorry, Loki...” As you began to sob uncontrollably, the dam broke and Loki couldn’t hold back anymore. “This is all my fault! You’re my patient, and I took advantage of you...I am honestly the worst.”

“Shh...” Even though still mad, in the dephts of his heart Loki couldn’t stay mad at you for too long. Seeing you sad was just too much for him to bear. “Everything will be alright. I know it.” 

 And just like that, Loki was lost in thoughts of a happier future again...yes, even if he was transferred, it would be better if you weren’t involved at work. You could visit him, and he’d try to better himself - for he now finally had something to look forward to: Y/N Y/L/N.

However, when Loki reached out to hug you, a reflex made you flinch away. For a sheer second, he furrowed his brows in confusion - but then he saw the blue marks on your arms. “W-Where did you get that from?!”

Your lack of a response infuriated him even further, even though he already knew the answer. Never before you heared a voice this cold, and it honestly made you afraid of the consequences. “Y/N. Tell. Me.”

“Dr....Dr. Meyer...when you were dragged away that night, we were all alone....he wanted to speak to me in his office about the incident, at least I thought, and then.............”

Loki’s face dropped lower and lower with every detail you spit out about how that dirty bastard tried to take advantage of the situation back then, trying to grope an already shocked woman and thus traumatizing her for life.

How he roughly tried to hold you in place, bruising that fragile and most holy body to the point where instead of passively avoiding the situation, you were desperately trying to get away.

"He threatened me” you sniffled, every sob shaking through your whole body while Loki never stopped embracing you so tightly that he hoped all of your broken parts would be put together this way. “Told me he would tell everyone about our affair when I don’t comply. I don’t care about the trouble I get into, but you...I cannot close all the doors that are still open for you.”

A million thoughts were racing through Loki’s head at once: About how someone could be as selfless and prure as you were, and wondering about what his life would have been like if he had only known you earlier. That he now knew about your true affection and loyality, and being unable to repay it.

Yet nothing could still the rage that was currently preying on his mind at the thought of some other man violating you, while he had been thinking about nothing but himself this whole time - even daring to question you for one second.

“Please don’t worry, my dear.” The shift in his behavior frightened you, yet you were too overchallenged with those past weeks that you had become too careless.

Loki pressed a wet kiss into your hair, savouring this moment just a while longer - until you were to meet again. “I will take care of everything. But you must go now, before your colleagues notice. Go.”

If only you had noticed earlier, taken the hints serious...

The remaining day felt like forever, your thoughts always wandering off to either your longing for Loki or the discomfort whenever you heared Dr. Meyer’s name. It wouldn’t take long until your colleagues sent you home, suggesting that you’d get whatever it was you had going on in proper line - because like this, you weren’t able to work let alone provide for anyone. Not even yourself.

With an exhausted mind and body, it was only a matter of seconds until you slept away right on spot, on the sofa you immediately plummeted on when you got home.

Only an hour later, your rumbling stomach would wake you up, since all of the stress had kept you from nourishing yourself properly. “Loki would want me to take care of myself...” you thought to yourself, worrying how the others at the unit would treat him when you were gone...

...but then, your attention got caught at the TV, having run in the back during your whole nap. The image on screen was one of your hospital, depicturing several police cars in front of the main entrance - and a corpse, covered and transported away.

“And now to our local news” the newscaster spoke and you wondered how someone could speak so monotonously about something apparently horrible.

“The renowned psychiatrist Dr. A. Meyer has been found dead in his office. Police report states that the culprit wanted to make it seem like an accident or suicide, yet the non-lethal wounds on the victims body reminded of a sadistic slaughter. One patient remains fugitive, whatever happened exactly or how their relationship with each other was remains unspoken by the hospital CEO.”

It was over. Everything. And you knew what that meant:

Loki had taken care of it - just as promised.

There was no time to think, act or even cry. Iwnstant regret washed over you before a feeling of complete numbness erased the will to fight left in you.

For you had created this monster, or at least taken part in it.

And when you felt a familiar hand running down your back, you would only close your eyes and accept your guilt - and your fate.

"Welcome home, my love."

“Tony, please!” You begged as he backed you against a wall. His hand shooting out to your throat, giving you a rough squeeze. Your breathing immediately becoming restricted as your hands flew upward clawing at his forearm.

“Tie her hands.” He spat, his eyes darkening with something you hadn’t seen before.

“Tony-” You squeaked out.

“Might as well cover mouth while we’re at it.” He spoke grinning evilly. “I’m tired of hearing her whine.”

Before you could protest more, the cooling sensation of metal was felt around your wrists as they were roughly yanked behind your back, as a fabric was shoved into your mouth.

“Well, well, well,” Tony spoke tauntingly. “Look at you.” He released the hold on your throat as he nudged your ear with his nose. “You’re helpless.” He groaned biting your earlobe.

A muffled gasp fell from your lips, as you screwed your eyes shut.

The sound of Tony talking echoed in your ears, as you attempted to make out what he was saying.

Metal hands landed on your waist, as you focused on the cool sensation.

Opening your eyes, you saw Tony’s figure retreating towards the bed before he situated himself on the edge, his eyes filled with lust.

The metal hands that were resting on your waist, traveled upwards cradling your breasts. Fingers gently pinching your nipples.

“Harder,” Tony spoke watching every movement.

Following his command, the suit pinched your nipples harder earning a muffled cry from you as you arched your back.

“Go ahead.”

Before you knew it, you were being thrown on the bed, your legs being yanked apart and latched onto a metal bar. With your hands tied behind your back, you attempted to use your hands to push you up.

Your breathing already becoming ragged.

Shoving a finger into your entrance, your arousal dripping down your legs. Tony, positioned himself by your thigh, getting the perfect view of you getting finger fucked by his suit.

Adding a second finger, you were stretched farther than you had been before. The suit's fingers were much thicker than the ones you were used to. Attempting to wiggle away, Tony wrapped his hand around your throat. Squeezing harshly, he restricted your breathing. Gazing at him with wild eyes, you pleaded for him to allow you to breathe.

Chuckling he grinned down at you. Once he was satisfied, he released his grip allowing air to supply your lungs.

Leaning down, he placed a harsh bite against your breast, earning a muffled cry to tumble from your lips.

“You need to learn who’s in charge here.” He spoke, biting your nipple harshly.

The suit added a third finger as it sped up its pace. Ramming into you it was knuckle deep inside you, causing you to clench around it.

Arching your back against the bed, you felt a familiar coil forming in your stomach as you panted.

Pulling the fabric from your mouth, Tony shoved his tongue into your mouth. Tracing along your teeth, lapping against your tongue before shoving his tongue as far back on your tongue as it could go.

Just as you were about to reach climax, the fingers in your vagina stopped.

“What’s going on here?”

Tony pulled away from your mouth, as you panted. Holding your mouth open, he spit into it before forcibly closing it and placing a slap against your cheek.

“What’s it look like reindeer games?” Tony questioned turning his attention to the raven-haired man that entered the room.

“Care to join?” He questioned.

Before you knew it, a cock was being shoved down your throat as you gagged. Tears streaming down your cheeks. The Raven-haired man was straddling your shoulders as he shoved his cock into your mouth.

Replacing his suit’s fingers, Tony shoved two fingers inside your drenched pussy.

Moaning against his cock, The raven-haired man gripped your hair harshly before yanking you further down his cock. Your breathing becoming restricted as he choked you with his girth. His free hand tracing the bulge that formed in your throat of where his cock was.

A cool sensation could be felt around your clenched unbothered hole. Widening your eyes, you attempted to squirm away. Pulling his chock from your throat, you gasped for breath. A large finger roughly entered your ass hole, causing a scream to rip from your throat. Struggling against the men, your legs were pried farther and farther apart as you moved.

“She’s so dumb.” The raven-haired man spat from above you. “Can’t even get away. Can you do anything right?”

“Please-” Your hoarse voice spoke.

“Shut her up!” Tony yelled. “She’s so annoying!”

Loki shoved his cock back into your mouth, holding your head with both hands, as he held you still. It wasn’t until a stream of warm liquid streamed down your throat that you realized what he was doing.

Groaning, he threw his head back in pleasure.

Muffled ‘oofs,’ fell from your lips, as you screwed your eyes shut.

Shoving three fingers into your asshole, Tony continued shoving his fingers in your vagina. Your Arousal making a mess on the bed.

“Look at her.” Tony taunted. “Getting fucked in all her holes.”

“She’s a three-hole wonder.” Loki moaned once he had relieved himself.

Before anyone could say anything, another Loki had appeared in the room. Quickly joining you on the bed, he latched his lips onto your nipples.

The overstimulation becoming too much. The coil returning in your stomach.

“I want to piss inside her..” Tony spoke. All movements halted as the coil evaporated.

Shoving his cock inside your wet pussy, Tony began roughly thrusting into you. A chock shoved its way down your throat.

“I’m going to make her piss.”

Before you could protest, you felt warmth inside you. Tony had started pissing, gushing out of you and onto the bed. Not long after, you couldn’t hold it and let it go.

“What a stupid whore.” Tony taunted.

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“Find the daughter,” the prince commanded. “I will not return to Asgard empty handed.”

A fate worse than death awaited you should you be found. The prince had not been part of your mother's vision and dread began to set in. Your fingers gripped the dagger tighter, drawing it up toward your chest. Your lips moved silently in fervent prayer to the Gods, asking for forgiveness yourself before you thrust your soul into their waiting arms. A gloved hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you to the ground, the dagger falling from your hands. It clattered on the stone and slid away from view. A foot pressed down your back, keeping you immobile. Your heart raced with fear of the unknown, made worse by the man who now looked down on you. The prince’s eyes seemed to glitter under the soft light, his boot lodged between your shoulder blades. There was unbridled hatred in his stare before he pulled his eyes away from you.

“Bring the bonds,” he ordered. “Bound her mouth as well. I wish not to hear a word this heretic has to say.”

〰️

You held your head high as you were marched through the city. Your once white robes were torn, smudged with soot and dirt.  The jewelry adoring your neck and arms twisted and broken. They could not break your spirit and you continued to pray amid the jeers of the crowds, who were hungry for your punishment. You were pushed forward roughly, Hogun giving you no time to slow your weary feet.

“Faster, traitor,” Hogun snapped. “Retribution is at hand.”

Down the steps you went, the golden throne room in your sights. You did not find it breath taking as it had been boasted by those who spun tales of Odin’s throne. It was decadent, meant to show off the spoils of war, hiding the crimes that you knew Odin had committed. The bonds dug into your wrists as hands gripped your arms, forcing you forward before the steps, the heavy restraint removed from your mouth. Prince Thor’s voice broke through the silence, amid the guards who stood watch over you.

“Do you not kneel in front of a king?”

Your eyes followed up the golden steps and to the king that sat upon the throne. The one your mother had seen in her visions. Odin leaned forward, grasping his staff while he observed you. His gaze was meant to intimidate, the horned helmet upon his head a signal of strength. Deep creases in his face had showed his weathered age but you knew his mind was sharp.

“I bow to no king,” you answered, your voice echoing with your refusal. “They are but men.”

“Then you will kneel for a God,” Thor commanded.

You were forced to your knees, strong hands upon your shoulders to keep you from standing. It was compliance but by force. Odin held up his hand, lifting from the throne and heading down the steps. Your knees throbbed with pain but you did not falter, your expression set with determination. Odin reached you, his armor shining in the lights.

“Your mother lies dead in a fallen temple. All of her followers dead. Except you. What cruelty the Gods must have if they would not allow you to be with her?” Odin asked you, amusement in his voice.

“Your soldiers took my choice.” You shook, not with fear, but of rage.

“Ah, so they did. They are loyal to the throne. Your mother taught hatred of this very throne that we stand upon.”

“Not of the throne but who sits upon it. A warning.”

“Heresy!” Odin shouted in your face, his veins protruding with his anger. “Sharing visions of my death. Inviting all of the Nine Realms to challenge me. You, her willing pupil, would have continued her destructive path if not for my son's intervention.”

“What is to be my punishment?” you asked, the anger bubbling inside you.

“It shall not be up to me,” Odin answered. “To the victor go the spoils. My son shall decide your fate.”

〰️

All that remained on your body was your thin slip, your robes ripped away by angry guards who took their frustration out on you with every rip of fabric. Your jewelry was swept away, the gold adornments in your hair pulled from the roots. Left with nothing but your thoughts, locked away in a cell per Thor’s order. You’d protested as the gold necklace had been broken away from your neck, the sole reminder of your mother. The taunts that followed had been particularly cruel, the crass remarks about your mother did little but entice you to pray for patience. They would pay for their viciousness in time.

Heavy steps approaching made you lift your head in curiosity. The prince stood at the front of your gilded prison cell, his features twisted in ire. His feelings mattered not to you. Regardless of your fate that was in his hands, your absolution was left up to a higher power.

“You come from noble blood, yet you cling to your traitor of a mother and her foul teachings,” Thor raged. “I will break you of your ill-gotten beliefs.”

“My faith is strong. I will not be broken.” You were resolute, unafraid of his threat.

“Perhaps not in the way you may think. Tomorrow you will begin your new position in the tavern. You will serve the patrons ale. Without complaint.”

“I will not,” you refused. “Spirits make the mind warped and cruel.”