The Dark Prince and the Blue Meanie
[The Sanctuary]
The first time she went to torture him, he had cut out his tongue with his bare jagged teeth to stop himself from cooperating. Magic and brute force were needed to restrain him so that his tongue could be regrown. She couldn’t help but admire his tenacity. She had seen many prisoners, but none were like him.
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The second time she went to torture him, he took a knife from one of the chituari soldiers and pierced his own heart. She couldn’t help but smirk. She found it very intoxicating. She almost felt sad when they brought him back alive.
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The third time she went to torture him, she found him with broken bones that were mangled beyond recognition. She couldn’t help but flutter as she found it delicious that a humanoid bone could be bent in such unsightly manners.
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The fourth time she went to torture him, he had used his own hands and snapped his neck. Seeing his vibrant emerald eyes darken into a state of pitch-black emptiness sent quivers down her spine. It was here, that she knew something was wrong. She was a Luphomoid, but with all the upgrades she had taken, she lost the ability to show raw emotions, till now.
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The fifth time she had gone to torture him, she found him chained in an empty room. A precaution set by her brother, Ebony Maw. At first, it was enjoyable seeing how desperate the Asgardian was in attempting to kill himself, but as things do with time, it became tedious.
As she looked around, she noted that there was no light, just darkness. Letting her gaze fall to the floor, she noted that there was no water or food.
She couldn’t help but let a smirk linger as she stepped forward. Stripped to bare necessities, she could see that his toned muscles had eviscerated into nothing but skin on bone. As her eyes travelled down his torso, she could see the many bruises and lacerations. Her eyes then travelled to the ceiling where his hands were hanging from a rusty old chain. His fingers were dismantled in directions that would be deemed inconceivable.
So, this is a god, she mused as she took another step closer. She could hear his coarse abhorrent breathing and see the cold air brimming from the confines of his mouth. His hair was long as it obscured his emerald eyes.
Every part of her body was telling her to turn away. Yet her mind said otherwise. Slowly but steadily, she raises a hand and brings it towards his chest and lets it scale down against his thin frame.
She couldn’t help it. She needed to know. Pressing herself against the side of his face, she breathed in.
She expected fear but found there was none.
“Ahh... so we’re back again?” his coarse voice sneered as he lifted his head.
She wasn’t sure why, but there was something dangerous about the tone in which he spoke. She was his torturer, and he was her prisoner. Yet, she couldn’t help but feel like she was on the backfoot.
“He looks down on you… you know,” he said with a sniggering smirk. “He sees you as a pathetic failure amongst your siblings.”
“How dare you?” she screeched as she raised her hand to strike him. “You dare to sprout filthy lies about our father? He who gave you a chance at redemption?”
The chains rattled as they crumbled. His hand grabbed her wrist, and she couldn’t stop the tremor that quaked down her spine. “Impossible,” she said meekly.
“Is it?” he asked menacingly as he pushed her away. He watched in delight as she tumbled and fell. “Is it really?” he asked as he rubbed his wrists.
“You bastard,” she snarled as she stood back up. Yet, the moment she stood up, she found herself against the wall with him standing over her menacingly. “I will kill you,” she seethed in a low voice.
“Maybe,” he said with a chuckle as he brought his lips crashing against hers. She tried fighting him but found his repulsive scent addicting. She didn’t know why, but she found her arms tangled against his hair.
She could feel it. Their bodies were pressed together heatedly. She could taste the shared breath that filled her heart.
And then suddenly it stopped.
She yearned for more, but instead, she silently stood, panting, while watching Loki retreat to where the chains were.
“The time will come when you realise that me and you are not so different. You will learn, that you are mine and that your allegiance is with me… not your wretched family,” he chuckled as he used seidr to clasp the shackles back on.
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The sixth time she met him was on the main deck of the Sanctuary.
He looked empty and shallow while holding a staff gifted by their father. His eyes were no longer vibrant green, instead, they were deepened blue, and his gaze was firmly fixed on the portal.
Yet, something was off. He stood a little taller. There was something defiant in the manner he walked. It was like, he was gloating. Then there was his aura. It wreaked of wickedness and tyranny. While her, and her family were not affected. She could see the Chituari growing restless with his every step.
And at that moment, she knew the truth. That this was his plan along.
She steps forward with the intention to scream and shout that it’s a trap. But then she remembers what he said.
The time will come when you realise that me and you are not so different. You will learn that you are mine and that your allegiance is with me… not your wretched family.
Plagued by the wretched god she detests and adores, she does nothing but watch as he walks towards salvation as her heart flutters with brewing addiction.