#whump loki

So Loki was brainwashed/coerced by the chitari and Thanos to invalid Midgard. Loki either never got the chance to tell his side of the story, no one believed him, or they degraded him and made him feel weak for giving in to torture. Odin decides that Loki will have his powers sealed and his rights stripped from him and makes him a slave to this mean noble. Loki’s position is basically lower than everyone (even the other slaves). His room is basically a dark closet, he wears the worst clothes, is starved, given a crappy haircut, and is picked on by everyone all while people tell him everything is his fault and he deserves this. So Loki starts to believe it. Loki also gets raped and expects to be raped. But Loki was raped as a child (around 13-15) and it ended up with him having a kid (Sleipnir) and never doing anything besides holding hands, cuddling, and kissing in a relationship. 

So the first time Loki has sex again after being raped as a kid is to being raped again. Loki falls pregnant and gives birth alone to a daughter(and it was not an easy pregnancy because no one would do anything to help him). Loki then tries his best to raise his slave daughter (constantly feeling bad that she has a terrible life because he was so weak) and doing extra favors to get herbs to make sure he doesn’t end up pregnant again. Then Loki finally ends up pregnant again when his daughter is like 4 or 5 and it doesn’t go very well. Loki is severely starved and weak when he gives birth(in his closet of a room with only his daughter present) when Loki starts bleeding during the delivery. Loki manages to give birth to a healthy son before all hell breaks loose. Loki pleads to heimdal to help his kids by bringing them to Thor or someplace safe before he passes out(loki is either dead at this point or almost dead)(and maybe heimdal feels bad for Loki and transports the kids to the avengers in New York where they then find out what’s going on and vow to rescue Loki and take care of the kids).

For some reason Thor and the avengers need Loki’s magic expertise and they all go to the lord that has Loki. They are all under the impression that Loki is doing something like heavy mandatory community service and don’t know that Loki is a slave. When they show up and ask for Loki they are either brought to his closet room (where they then see a Loki covered in blood and looking dead)or told that he was just found dead. Thor then demands to see the body and is then shocked to see the state his brother is in. With all his bones sticking out and blood all over him Thor knew that whatever happened to his brother wasn’t good. He then finds Loki’s children in the corner of the room being quiet (like when Kenny finds Levi in Attack on Titan) and Thor is horrified about what has happened because he finally knows the gravity of the situation. (I’m thinking he goes full on rage with lots of yelling) ( if you’ve ever read He loves me, He loves me not by Phoenix Demitto then you know exactly what I’m talking about. If you don’t then it’s your loss and you should go read it) He then takes the kids home(and Loki if he is still hanging on) to take care of them.

Also add:

They later find out how self-deprecating Loki is and the fact that the attack on Midgard wasn’t Loki’s fault. And they all have to help Loki finally understand that this isn’t his fault and he deserves happiness.

Loki’s daughter called him Modi.

The shitty lord trying to keep Thor from taking Loki’s body because he still owns him even if he’s dead and people pay lots of money for the corpse of a strong magic user.

The cuffs or spell that Odin placed on Loki keeps him in that form which is why even though he he is dead he did not turn back into a jotun

And if Loki dies then the Norms decide to bring him back because A. Loki’s life sucked B. He didn’t deserve that C. They still need him D. Loki should be happy

It would be awesome if someone takes Loki as side and finally shows and gives him a healthy and normal sexual relationship

You don’t need to use all of this if you don’t want to you. And let me know if you are interested in picking up this story. That way I can be the first ones to read it.

Maybe he was able to control the shifts once, but now it’s as involuntary as a sneeze or a heartbeat. His handler just has to make a command--blonde woman, old man, small child--and Loki’s body will meld to their whim.

If he submits to the melding, if he just lets it happen, it’s pleasant. Like a warm ripple throughout his body. Like settling into bed.

But if he fights it? If he rallies against the change in his body, or resists the transformation?

Agony.

Today, they show him a picture of who he is meant to turn into. A large, blonde man with a broad smile. It prickles something like brotherhood in Loki’s memory, but he can’t place the man. They tell him to turn, and he begins--

But something feels wrong. As his hair turns golden, it burns his scalp. He tries to resist the transformation, but he’s overtaken. He writhes against his thickening musculature. Flinches from his tanning skin. And screams when his bones elongate.

The metal drum begins to rotate. Loki is quick to brace his arms and legs against the sides. He turns in a slow circle.

Dry, hot air rushes through the holes in the drum. For a few turns, it isn’t so bad. Just warm. Then the air thins, the heat ramps up to unbearable. Sweat beads and drips down his temples. Loki isn’t built for this kind of heat. He swelters.

And still, the drum spins, taking Loki with it. Head over feet. Head over feet. Head over feet.

Eventually, the metal begins to burn his palms and elbows. The back of his neck. Everywhere bare skin brushes metal burns. Big, distended blisters rise in circles.

Loki flinches away from the heat. The moment he does, he is sent tumbling through the drum. He can’t catch his body, can’t brace himself. He’s at the mercy of the spin.

His body bangs against hot metal, bruising like a ripe fruit wherever he lands. The movement and lack of air makes his head swim. Outside, the world whirls by in a haze.

But Loki can see a face. Someone is watching him. A spectator to his suffering.

But they quickly learn that Loki is comfortable with cold. The doctors write that down, and note that the cold water isn’t much of a hardship for him. That he’s adjusted to it.

His teeth don’t even chatter.

So, they drain the tub and pour boiling water over his bare skin. This hurts. And this hurts a lot.

His skin shocks flushed with blood. The ropes soak through with hot water and trap the heat against his skin. His back is still partially submerged by the quarter inch of water left in the basin.

Blisters raise. 

“Swelling and blistering,” notes one of the doctors. A woman. “Looks like a deep dermal burn to me. Hard to tell since he’s not human.”

“Next pot should be hotter,” her assistant notes. “Much hotter.”

“Oh joy,” Loki says. He is ignored.

They pour the next pot of water directly over Loki’s throat. He cries out until he can’t. Wherever the water directly hit, the skin turns black, then burns away.

The flow of hot water down his shoulders and chest turns the skin waxy. Almost like leather. Loki whimpers. He feels cold, a chill that wracks his body even where the burns haven’t spread. 

“Full thickness burn. All three layers scalded,” the doctor says, sounding pleased with herself. She peers down into the basin of the tub, smiling at Loki. “How are you holding up?”

The sitting boiling water now touches his elbows, singing the skin close to the bone. He most certainly needs medical attention.

“Vain thing,” the man (Midgardian, ugh) hums. He strokes a broad palm back over Loki’s tangled hair and curls his fingers against the curve of his skull. He holds his head still. 

Then he backhands Loki right over the face.

“Dunno why so vain when you look like this,” he continues. The man was wearing a ring (ruby, gold, tacky) and the gem cut open the soft tissue of Loki’s cheek. It drips blood. “But stay put.”

He holds Loki up by the chin and snaps another picture with his phone. “See,” the man says, turning the screen to Loki. “You look like shit.”

Loki hums, appraising himself. “I don’t know. I think the black eye makes me look...roguish?”

The man stares at him, dumbfounded.

“Ah, I see you don’t understand. It means rakish. Scoundrelly? Knavish? Come now, I understand that the public school system here leaves much to be desired but--”

Loki is dropped to the floor. The blunt impact along his back knocks the wind out of him. He’s trying to catch his breath when the man lifts his foot and stomps his face.

Stomps his face. The nerve! Loki is a god. A midgardian could never--

He stomps him again, then again and again until Loki’s nose crushes and his lips split on his teeth. Then he takes a picture. Another. The man stares down at his phone, frowning at the image.

“Well,” Loki croaks from the ground. “Let’s see it, then.”

The man sighs and crouches next to Loki to show him the picture. “You’re a fucking pain, you know that?”

Loki squints through the blood at his picture. In it, his lips are pulled into a grimace. No...a smile. He’s smiling. Imagine that.