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Compassion to a War Criminal

Compassion to a War Criminal

The second Prince of Asgard lied there in the dungeon of prisoners, buried at the bottom of the palace of Odin, awaiting trial, which would come from the mouth and hand of the man he called father once.

He stood sitting on a bench attached to the wall, sustained by two short, thick, rusty chains at each end. He shrugged; his eyes seemed colorless and lost; his disheveled black hair. He likened to a war criminal rather than a Prince ... his current appearance contrasted perfectly. As he was last seen in the Asgardian throne, it was probably a criminal.

His throat was dry and he looked sick and paler than usual.

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'We need to talk'by ~thepurpleharlequin93

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'Once he was in the bathtub, which was filled with scented water and healing properties, closed his eyes and plunged in thought, although the scratches and wounds still aching and bleeding provided by the recent whipping distracted him.

Loki rested both arms on the side edges of the tub, arching his back a bit and his lungs were breathing rhythmically. He opened his eyes and saw the maid who had served respectfully, which was amazing, because he thought that no one could show him some respect and fear.

- Will you need something else, my Lord? - Sigyn asked hiding to not displease him for the mere fact he was naked.

- No. You may leave - Loki said curtly, his eyes closed and turning the head away, the warmth of the water enthralled him, until daze.

She nodded. And in his brief fantasy, Loki imagined himself reaching his hand out, asking her not to leave, to stay by him. She asked him what he needed and he just merely make a gesture with his hand. Sigyn without more, obeyed. And Loki shrugged his shoulders, at the time she approached, as if he was ashamed. She gently asked him what was wrong this time but obviously looked scared for those wounds to his lower back, and others in his chest, shoulders and collarbones. The blood was dyeing the water in a orange tone, since it faded with it.

The insane prince gently took her by the wrists and lead her hands to his face, caressing it. He felt she was trembling but Sigyn showed no resistance. Instead, she showed that this contact was to her liking, because she started to spread the caresses, as...

...as if she would understood his pain.

Loki closed his eyes, relaxed and more when Sigyn took a white cloth, as she had done in jail before he was cruelly beaten and publicly humiliated, spreading with all the caring of the universe the same citrus substance to heal him. After a while, repeating this action, Loki paused, watching and studying these beautiful lines that framed her. He was stunned, he had never seen such beauty before... so innocent, so sweet... he expected her not be to lie, that she would not another disappointment like everyone in Asgard.

Loki wanted to touch her, to caress her... and to undress her to sit her upon him. Right there in the tub, filled of water with scent, to feel her completely, to hear a kind word from Sigyn... and to possess her. Possess her and hear her scream his name over and over again.

However, Loki returned to reality: Sigyn was no longer in his chambers. He recalled the given order.

And he cursed himself for letting her go.

A part of Solstice, a Post - Avengers fic.

Loki/Sigyn belong to Marvel and Norse Mythology.

©Thepurpleharlequin93 - 2012