Unfettered (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 32 - The Eir of Sin

"Keep going," he says. "Through all you can remember, my lady."

Your stomach twists in nervous anxiety at Thor's tone. But you refocus, images of flying fists and bloody noses coming rushing back. "I think...that she tried to fight us. She didn't know who we were. She couldn't remember so I...did I link with her?"

"You did," Thor says.

You rack your brains, searching for the memories...trying to remember what had happened after you linked but your memories are scattered. You take a deep breath, silencing your mind, remembering the trick Phil had taught you to better focus, when-.

Phil.

You let out a gasp as an image of Phil - massive blade through his chest - fills your mind.

"No," you exhale weakly.

That blade is ripped savagely out of his chest. Phil falls to the ground - slumped against the wall. 

"No, please," you cry, a tear falling down your cheek.

"My lady?"

"No, no, no, no, no," you cry, putting your hands to your head as you begin rocking back and forth, breathing too quickly, beginning to hyperventilate.

"Lady Y/n, please, please calm down."

"H-he killed him...he...killed him...," you mumble, tears flowing freely down your cheeks.

"Lady Y/n, please, you must-."

"HE KILLED HIM!" you scream, causing Eir to run back into the room.

You begin sobbing uncontrollably as Eir begins chanting words you don't understand. Suddenly, you feel a warm, calming sensation spread heavily throughout your body, making you very, very sleepy.

In only a moment, you are once more asleep.

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"Can we keep her asleep until she is healed?"

"That would not be wise, my prince. She is mortal. Her body needs physical activity and nourishment in ways ours do not. I must let her rise."

"And if she reacts the same?"

"I trust you can handle it.

"I?"

"Yes, you. I can heal her physical and psychiatric wounds. But her emotional wounds are well beyond my capabilities. You are better suited to tend to them."

"Very well, I shall do my best."

The conversation in the distance grows louder and closer as you stir, feeling sore and lethargic. You are unsure how long you've been asleep, but as you try to blink your eyes open, you find that you can make out fuzzy shapes, and have some sense of depth perception. A big improvement over the last time you awoke.

"Lady Y/n?"

The memories of the mission, and of your first time waking in Asgard come rushing back. But instead of panic, you feel angry. Confused. Hurt. And most of all, tired. Tired of being in pain. Tired of crying. 

"He lied to me, Thor," you say weakly.

"I...am sorry, my lady."

"So did you."

Thor remains quiet.

"You knew what he meant to me," you whisper. "And you knew Loki killed him. I know you did. You were standing right there when it happened. Why didn't you tell me?" 

Thor is silent for a long, quiet moment. Then he lets out a burdened sigh. "It was not my truth to share," he says. "I begged my brother to see reason. To tell you himself."

The memory of Loki and Thor arguing outside your bedroom floats to the top of your mind.

"Wait...is that what you were fighting about the night before the mission?" you ask Thor quietly, as you turn over in the bed, your back to him.

"My Lady, I never wanted you to-."

"To what, Thor?" you interrupt. "To find out the truth?"

"To get hurt."

You let out a tearful scoff. "I've been hurt my entire life. This is no different," you say. "Please, go."

"Lady Y/n, I don't think it would be wise for me to-."

"Go, Thor."

"Please, my lady, let me-."

"GO!" you roar, sitting up and yelling at him.

Thor's hazy outline remains still for a moment. But you keep your angry, narrowed gaze pointed in his direction. With a defeated sigh, Thor stands. He reaches out, and uses a gloved hand to wipe away the tear on your cheek. 

"I will be near," he whispers.

Following his hazy form, you watch him retreat from the room before collapsing back in bed, lost in angry, tearful thought.