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What I Wrote Last Night
Jan. 22nd, 2021 08:08 pmHow long he stayed like that, Loki did not know. He did not care either. It could have been a minute, or a year, and it would have made no difference. It was an agonising eternity either way.
Again, the door behind him opened. This time not as wide, and it did not stay open. He could hear footsteps approaching again, along with the growing light of a torch being carried across the hall. The torch was placed into a sconce on the pillar behind Loki, followed a moment later by the shifting of his bed as someone sat behind him.
"Come here," Odin said behind him.
Loki flinched against his voice. Even when the old man tried to speak softly, he still spoke with the voice of a king.
"No," Loki said. He would not allow himself to cry or whine about it. No matter how much he might have wanted to.
Odin did not take Loki's no for an answer. With a hand on Loki's shoulder, Odin pulled him onto his back. Too exhausted to fight it, Loki let himself go, keeping his hands tight over his eyes so the torch prick them with its needle light. He pulled his feet up, bending his knees sharply to keep some amount of pressure on his gut.
"End it and put me out of my misery already," Loki said.
"What do you think I am here to do, boy?" Odin asked.
He pulled Loki's hands away from his eyes, replacing with with a heavy cloth. Loki barely had time to contemplate Odin's words before hearing the unmistakable slide of steel against leather. Loki felt Odin's hand press down on the cloth that covered his eyes, and then a moment later his world exploded in white, hot agony. Even if Loki wanted to cry, he couldn't. He could barely scream as a growing tightness built in his lungs. Odin's hand moved from Loki's eyes long enough to slap him on the jaw. Then, Loki screamed. He screamed and could not stop as the pain rose from head to toe. His hands reached out, blindly grabbing anything they could find as a second flash of agony erupted, while his feet struggled for purchase against the soft fur blanket he lay on.
Again, the door behind him opened. This time not as wide, and it did not stay open. He could hear footsteps approaching again, along with the growing light of a torch being carried across the hall. The torch was placed into a sconce on the pillar behind Loki, followed a moment later by the shifting of his bed as someone sat behind him.
"Come here," Odin said behind him.
Loki flinched against his voice. Even when the old man tried to speak softly, he still spoke with the voice of a king.
"No," Loki said. He would not allow himself to cry or whine about it. No matter how much he might have wanted to.
Odin did not take Loki's no for an answer. With a hand on Loki's shoulder, Odin pulled him onto his back. Too exhausted to fight it, Loki let himself go, keeping his hands tight over his eyes so the torch prick them with its needle light. He pulled his feet up, bending his knees sharply to keep some amount of pressure on his gut.
"End it and put me out of my misery already," Loki said.
"What do you think I am here to do, boy?" Odin asked.
He pulled Loki's hands away from his eyes, replacing with with a heavy cloth. Loki barely had time to contemplate Odin's words before hearing the unmistakable slide of steel against leather. Loki felt Odin's hand press down on the cloth that covered his eyes, and then a moment later his world exploded in white, hot agony. Even if Loki wanted to cry, he couldn't. He could barely scream as a growing tightness built in his lungs. Odin's hand moved from Loki's eyes long enough to slap him on the jaw. Then, Loki screamed. He screamed and could not stop as the pain rose from head to toe. His hands reached out, blindly grabbing anything they could find as a second flash of agony erupted, while his feet struggled for purchase against the soft fur blanket he lay on.
