Revealed.
The next week was a whirlwind of mind games. You had seen almost none of Loki or Sif, and it seemed as though everywhere you turned, he was there, and while he hadn’t yet raised his hand, you knew that it was coming.
It was only a matter of time.
With only 6 more days to go before your birthday, you still had yet to tell Loki about Michael or your family. You had dug your hole so deep and so wide that you couldn’t see the sides, much less the sunshine at the top, any longer.
At least…that’s how you felt.
As you stared at yourself in the full-length mirror, your rib cage protruding and your wrist joints bared for all to see, you dip your face in your hands as you sob wildly.
You sob for your present circumstances….the feeling of being unable to save yourself from the apparent hell you had somehow slipped in to…you sobbed for your past, for the moments of your life that your family would miss…your marriage, their grandchildren, your triumphant transformation…you sobbed for the uncertainty of your future, and even for the torture of the past few days.
But mostly? You sobbed at the realization that you had come to, knowing that it would nail the last stint into your coffin before you were buried 6 feet under, never to be seen or heard from again.
It was time you came clean to Loki. About everything.
It didn’t matter if he discarded you like trash. It didn’t matter if you beat you in to oblivion. It didn’t even mater if he accepted you and allowed you to take up residence on Asgard permanently.
All that mattered was that you were wasting away, and if you kept on this charade any longer, your death would come before your transformation, leaving the universes helpless and spiraling in constant chaos.
It was time you stopped being such a coward.
So as you close your eyes and mutter the enchantment for the last time, knowing that you would need it in order to slink to Loki’s room without eyebrows being raised, you swing around as you hear your double doors barrel open…your eyes widening as you feel Michael’s grip around your neck, picking you up off of your feet and careening you into the wall.
“You thought you could be protected by telling him!?” he roars as he throws you up against your vanity.
“You thought that your pathetic little friend telling him about our past would somehow save you from me!? That I somehow wouldn’t find out about it!?” he yells, wrenching you up by your hair and cracking the back of his hand against your cheek.
Sif.
“You stupid, ugly, worthless piece of garbage,” he roars, spitting on your face before wrapping his hands around your neck as the spell finally makes it to your feet, filling out your body as he bangs your head into the bed post, causing you to stumble back and fall onto your ass.
The world was spinning now.
Throwing your head over and heaving on to the floor, you hear Michael scoff as he kicks you in your stomach, sending you choking on your own vomit as you fall off to your side, coughing and gurgling as you hear Sif down the hallway.
“Guards, you take her room. Loki, Thor, and I will search the gardens. Go!”
As Michael grumbles incoherent statements, he picks you up by your nightgown, the last of the vomit pouring helplessly out of your mouth as he tosses you onto the bed, hiking his pants down as you hear multiple sets of doors being thrown open down the hallway.
“Let me give you a nice reminder of what your purpose really is,” he seethes into your ear as you feel his hand hike up your nightgown.
You couldn’t yell, you couldn’t fight…you couldn’t even cry. Your head hurt and your jaw wouldn’t move and your body was limp from the lack of strength that your facade had robbed you of.
All you had wanted was to be perfect for Loki…for him to see you as the beautiful character you wished with all your might that you were.
And in that effort, you had destroyed his world.
And in your eyes, whatever consequence became of this situation, you deserved.
Feeling him wrap his hand around your throat, clenching down with all of his might, you struggle to breathe as you hear your doors bust open, the guards tackling Michael to the ground with his pants around his ankles as another guard picks you up in his arms, the world slipping into darkness as he yells over his shoulder:
“I’ve got her! Send for the doctor!”
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As Loki and Sif pace the waiting room, the doctor finally emerges, a grim look on his face as he rounds up the party that is waiting for you.
“How is she?” Sif asks, her eyes reddened from her unshed tears.
“Let me see her,” Loki demands, trying to walk past the doctor as the doctor puts his hand on Loki’s chest.
“What you see when you go in there, is not what you have seen for the past few weeks. I do not know how she managed it, but she refuses to answer any of my questions until she speaks with you first,” the doctor says.
“Then get out of my way!” Loki thunders past the doctor
As Sif tries to reach out for his arm, Thor grabs her wrist, giving her a look as he shakes his head.
“It is time she finally talks with him. Alone.”
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Throwing the doors open as he commands the room, he sees you sitting upright in a chair, your nightgown tattered at the bottom as your hands sit neatly in your lap, your gaze locked on the nighttime sky as Loki steadily approaches you.
Taking in your form, your shoulder blades protruding as he can visibly count each divot in your spine, he swallows hard as he pauses, his eyes locked on to your wild hair as he finally finds his voice to speak.
“Miss Y/N…” he says, reaching out his hand and tracing the outline of your protruding shoulder blades with his fingers as you jump as his sudden touch.
“My Prince, you startled me,” you say, putting your hand over your heart as he comes around to face you, his brow furrowing and his eyes widening as he crouches down and takes in your skeletal figure, his fingers tracing your wrist bone as he looks you up and down.
“What…?”
As Loki finds himself at a loss for words, you slowly raise your gaze to meet his, bringing your hand to cup his face, chuckling astoundingly as you shake your head at him.
“You have looked upon me many a way, My Prince…but this? This I have never seen.”
“What has happened to you?” he asks lowly.
Sighing, the tears well in your eyes as your hands start to tremble.
“I tried to hide from you…and I am so very sorry, My Prince,” you say meekly.
“Drop the act, Y/N,” he says in a commanding tone, causing you to jump ever to lightly, “Talk to me,” he pleads as he gets up and sits next to you, his hands holding yours as he searches your eyes.
“Explaining the way I look raises more questions than it answers, so just try to listen. And if, at the end, you find it fit to send me elsewhere, I will understand. In fact, I have prepared for such,” you say, taking a ragged breath as you cast your eyes down to your hands, Loki’s finger’s slowly outstretching for yours.
And as Loki stares at you, his eyes wild as his face eager, you take his strong hand in your feeble one and look upwards to his face.
“It all starts when I decided to be perfect for you…”