Chapter 43
Chapter 43
The next weeks were … challenging. Thor was glad he didn't have to work at least but that didn't mean it was easy. Every time he went to buy them food, he was more than anxious about leaving Loki alone. After the last change, he doubted Loki would be able to call him in case. The blonde did everything to make sure Loki was as happy as possible. He brought and cooked him food he knew he liked, he stayed calm whenever Loki fell back into bad moods and he comforted him when he noticed Loki was having doubts about the future. And although he did so, there were times when, usually in the middle of the night when Loki was asleep, he'd leave the room, sitting down in the living room to let his tears fall. all the words he found to comfort his love were empty. Thor knew it wouldn't be okay and he knew that his biggest fears, losing the ones he loved, was about to come true. One of these nights, Loki awoke, finding the space next to him empty. He tried to keep himself from panicking, got up and left the room to look for his husband. He found him in the small living room. He was sitting on the sofa, his eyes seemingly fixed onto the wall, his chest heaving with silent sobs and his hands trembling slightly. He remained where he was for a second, standing in the doorframe and looking at the big blonde in disbelief. Thor then seemed to notice him somehow, lifting his gaze up and looking into his direction.
Thor: " - Loki?"
The thunderer pulled himself together quickly, coming to stand in front of him and quickly pulling him into his arms. As Loki didn't answer or react in any other way, he pulled away, scanning him.
Thor: " - Is something wrong? Are you - are you alright?"
Loki shook his head, looking Thor directly in the eyes.
Loki: "Thor, were you - were you - crying?"
Thor pulled him into his embrace once again, carefully rubbing his back.
Thor: "Loki, it's - it's nothing to worry about."
Loki: "Of course it is! You're not crying for something we wouldn't have to bother. - What's wrong?"
Thor went over to the sofa, sitting down and taking Loki onto his lap.
Thor: "It's alright, love. I just - needed a short time-out."
Loki started to say something, but Thor bowed down and shushed him with a gentle kiss. The black-haired man tried to resist at first, but it didn't work for long. When they pulled away from each other, they were both out of breath.
Loki: "What's-"
Thor: " - Let's go back to bed, hmh? It's certainly too early for getting up."
Loki nodded hesitantly, still with a worried expression on his face. The god lifted him up gently, carrying him back into bed and covering them both beneath the blanket. Then he kissed him another time, stroking his fingers through the black curls to calm himself.
Thor: "Good night, dear. I won't leave this time, - promise."
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The night was dark when they met, the area around the house quiet and peaceful. Or at least so it seemed. They collected in front of the small hut. Striker and Blade were becoming impatient, holding their dangerously sharp weapons carefully. Viper was the last one to appear, settling beside Nemesis. Death wasn't with them, but he also wasn't supposed to be. This mission was one they had to accomplish alone.
Blackout: "So - how's the order again?"
Ghost: "You are first. Then Eclipse, afterwards Striker and Blade. Darkfire will get us back then. And then … it's Wraith's and my turn."
Nemesis: "Viper and I are waiting here outside, making sure no one comes in. It was already hard enough to plan the whole thing through."
The others nodded. Darkfire's fingers were sparkling with anticipation. Then they went in, one after the other. In the order they had agreed on. Blackout at the front, Eclipse behind him, followed by Blade and Striker. Ghost and Wraith were the last ones, quietly shutting the door close.
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As they entered the bedroom, they spotted the two figures lying on the bed. The black-haired man was curled up on his side with his face buried in his partner's chest. His "partner", the larger, blonde man, lay on his back, embracing his lover while he slept. Asher and Lucian grinned, drawing their weapons.
Darkfire(whispering): "Not yet."
Blackout stepped forward, his hands blazing with power.
Blackout(whispering): "I've got both now. The rest shouldn't be a problem."
With a quick motion of his hand, Eclipse slowed the time for both of them. Then, Darkfire flipped once. Thor's and Loki's eyes opened simultaneously. While Loki's gaze was unoriented and seemed hazy, Thor immediately focused on their "guests". His eyes filled with fury as he tried to attack them, finding he couldn't move an inch. As Blade and Striker came closer, showing their weapons to him, the fury changed into horror. They didn't talk a word as they started drawing their blades down his arms, shortly stopping at his wrists. Darkfire flipped him over then, letting his clothes rip apart. Loki, attention caught by the sound of tearing fabric, finally turned over to see seven cloaked people standing around the bed, grinning down at his husband who got slit open right in front of him. They didn't kill him though, only cutting deep enough to draw blood. They couldn't move an inch, couldn't even find the strength to speak. As hard as Thor tried to summon lightning, nothing happened. After a few minutes, the men stopped abruptly, stepping back from the bed. They still didn't say anything as another figure stepped forward, all of a sudden gripping Loki's wrist. Thor wanted to scream, wanted to punch her away or kill her if necessary, but there was no way he could. So he only lay still, watching as, with one move of her fingers, the cloaked shadows disappeared in an instant. And with them did Loki. Thor began shaking suddenly, the power that had restricted his strength now gone all at once. He jumped out of bed, not paying attention to his injuries or that he nearly fell to the floor.
Thor: "No! - Loki! LOKI! - LOKI!"
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