lokilaufeysonsthings

[lokilaufeysonsthings]

Loki is captured. Stripped of his magic. Shackled in chains that hum with ancient runes designed to bind gods, and silence monsters. Deep beneath Avengers Tower, he rots in a cell carved from cold stone and glowing wards.

And you… you are the one assigned to guard him.

Not because you're the strongest.

But because once, he loved you.

Once, you loved him back.

You were the only one who touched him gently. Who said his name without fear or hatred. Who kissed him like he was more than his sins.

Now, you watch him in silence. You tell yourself it’s duty. You pretend your heart doesn’t twist every time you hear the chains rattle in the dark.

But one night, the silence breaks.

You enter the cell for a routine check but find him not standing tall, not defiant, not smirking. No. He’s on his knees.

Head bowed. Shoulders trembling. Chains pooling like silver snakes around him.

Then he looks up eyes glassy, desperate, drowning in everything he never said.

“Please…”

His voice cracks.

“Unchain me, love. Let me touch you. Let me feel you just once. Let me remember what it was like… to be wanted.”

He shuffles forward on his knees, the cuffs biting into his wrists, until he’s at your feet.

“I’ll beg,” he whispers. “I’ll fall apart right here if you’ll have me. Just say the word. Let me be yours again. Or let me die knowing how your hands felt.”

The ache in your chest is unbearable.

You shouldn’t.

But gods, how long has it been since anyone looked at you like that? Since he did?

The key weighs heavy at your hip.

Do you turn it?

Or do you turn away?