Warnings: Angst, mentions of violence, depression, mentions of suicide, despair, feeling trapped. Mentions of abuse.
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Series masterlist Main Masterlist
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You wake to the most warming and nostalgic smell; your favourite breakfast your mother used to make for you every Sunday morning.
Puzzled, you throw the covers off of you, swinging your legs over your bed and get up to realize you're in your childhood room. You touch everything near you, fearing it might fade away, grabbing onto your old blanket, the one you used to clutch at night when you were scared or nervous. You hear your name being called and walk towards it, following the delicious smell.
As you turn the corner and walk into the kitchen you see your parents swaying along to a song they're humming together.
"Mom? Dad?" you whisper, tears brewing in your eyes.
"Honey, there you are! Why are you crying?" your mother approaches you, smiling as she wraps you in a warm hug.
"I - I just... miss you." you stutter.
"Miss me? I saw you only a few hours ago, my flower! Come and eat breakfast, I made your favourite." she beckons you over.
“No… Mom that’s not possible…. I - this isn’t real. Am I dead?” you ask her quietly, your voice comes out breathless as you try to grasp what’s going on.
“Nonesense! Are you ill? Come and eat.” she places her hand on your forehead to feel for a temperature and leads you to the table.
You sit down, unsure and confused.
This feels familiar. This day has already happened.
With your mom’s encouragement you take a bite, moaning in delight and reminiscing on the flavour. Your mom giggles at you as she watches you shove food in your mouth.
"You're acting so strange today... are you sure you're alright?" your father questions you, gently caressing your arm.
"Perhaps she just misses her love." your mother teases.
You freeze as she says this. "My - my love? Who do you mean, mother?" your mouth feels dry, hands sweaty, heart beating wildly at your mother's comment.
It can't be. They never met... him... I - It can't... how?
Suddenly there's a knock at the door. Your mother squeals in excitement as she pushes you to get up and answer it. As you begin to turn the handle, the door flings open, making you jump.
"There you are, my angel." The large and imposing man pulls you into a hug.
You freeze like a deer in headlights, mind spinning with confusion, fear and anger.
"How is this possible? it can't be! What - What are you doing here?! Get off of me! Let me go!" you scream as you struggle to get out of his grip.
"Angel, please. What has gotten into you?" he says, his grip tightening around your arm painfully.
The old nickname makes your skin crawl. You only fight him further and try to escape his grip on you.
"You're making a fool of yourself in front of your parents." He says through gritted teeth.
"No, please. Mom, Dad, tell him to let me go!" you cry out, begging them to help you.
Your eyes searching theirs, tears flowing down your cheeks.
"Mom? Dad?" you cry out for them again but they say nothing as they stare at you stoically.
"This is your punishment, angel. You deserve this, all of it." your mother sneers.
"What? - I don't understand" you continue to cry as you desperately try to break out of his hold, only causing it to tighten as he grabs a hold of both of your arms, pinning them behind you. He flips you around to face him, his eyes glaring with anger and cruelty.
"You cursed us all. They're dead because of you. Do't you get it? I am your punishment. I made you fall in love with me so I can use you and dispose of you like the piece of garbage that you are. Nothing but a tool for me to get what I want. " You violently push against his hold, desperately trying to pull yourself out of his grip as you sob, mind reeling with the nightmares of the past.
He laughs at you mockingly "You may have escaped me but you will never forget me. I will forever plague your mind. You will never know a peaceful sleep again. You may have gotten rid of me physically, but I will always be there, in your mind. You will never forget." he sneers at you, leaning in so your face is inches apart.
He grips your cheeks painfully and turns you to face your parents.
You gasp at the sight in front of you. A multitude of arms, red and black burnt flesh have sprung from the floor, clinging onto your parents and dragging them below as they scream in anguish. Every time an arm grabs a hold of them, their flesh burns and sizzles, forming scorched handprints on their body.
"How could you?!" your mother screams at you as she sinks further below, screeching in agony as more and more limbs attach to her body, burning her, dragging her below the surface.
"This is all your fault! You have damned us to hell!" Your father spits at you as he sinks to his knees in pain.
"We will never forgive you. We will haunt you for the rest of your life. He will see to it that you suffer for what you have done. You will never know happiness or peace again!" he bellows his final words as he is engulfed below the surface, leaving nothing but ashes and smoke on the floor.
You hear the man laugh maniacally behind you as he forced you to look at him again.
"This is where the fun begins, my angel." he pulls you closer and sniffs your hair, dragging his hand down your forehead to your lips, running his thumb over them, then holding your chin up.
You struggle against him, trying to push yourself away from him in disgust and fear but his strength is too much for you to handle.
"Stop - I would rather die than be with you again! You're a disgusting monster! I will fight you everyday of my life until my last breath. I will never yield to you again. I will escape every chance I get. I will not be your toy!" you scream at him.
"Oh, angel. I already told you. You will never escape me. I’ll be in your mind, torturing you slowly. You will never be able to move on. You can’t live without me." You feel him smack your face hard, sending you flying to the ground.
“I HAVE lived without you. Even as a damned servant in this palace, I have been treated better than I ever have with you. Even eating scraps and being beaten almost daily is NOTHING compared to you. I killed you once and I will do it again every time you try to plague my mind. You don’t control me anymore. You’re in MY mind, I control you.” You spit at him, getting up, flames blaring in your eyes.
“If I ever see you again, I will be your punishment, your hell. I suggest you get the fuck out of my mind before I obliterate you entirely. I’ve had enough. I escaped you, I killed you, and I will do it over and over again for eternity.”
At this point, you aren’t yelling or screaming. You’re eerily calm, staring him down, flames engulfing the room as your hands burn with fire.
He looks at you in fear and disbelief. You smirk at the sight of him. Finally he feels an ounce of the fear he made you endure all those years.
You laugh as you look at him “Run.”
As if he broke out of his trance, he immediately turns around and bolts out the room, and out of your mind.
You feel weak as you stumble to the floor, holding your head in your hands as everything turns black.
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Loki paces by your bedside as he waits for the medics to finish their consultation of your state. Once they finish, they step away from you and clear their throats.
"Well? What is it?!" Loki demands.
Eir sighs "I haven't seen this in decades... this shouldn't be possible. Are you sure she is the source of the flames burning her room?"
"Yes, Eir! I have spoken to my mother about her.... condition.... but, this has never happened yet... what do I do?" he asks frantically.
"Well she has no external trauma... she is physically cleared... mentally, however...." Eir studies you worryingly.
Loki opens his mouth to continue the conversation when you suddenly start yelling "Get off of me! Let me go!". Eir and Loki share a concerned glance before approaching you.
"Hey, it's okay. It's just me." Loki coaxes.
"No, please. Mom, Dad, tell him to let me go!" you scream again, writhing around in the medical bed. Eir places magical restraints on you to keep you in place.
"What's happening Eir?" Loki feels his panic growing, as he begins to sweat.
Wait. Why am I sweating?... I don't sweat unless under extreme heat.
"Fuck, Eir! She's doing it again!" Loki turns to her as she begins to cough, falling to the ground, sweating profusely.
"Shit!" Loki exclaims. He pours all of his magic into the room, lowering the temperature drastically while attempting to heal Eir as much as he can.
"I can't contain it for long! It's too powerful! She's going to cause this whole place to explode!" Loki yells behind him as Eir jumps back up and starts flinging through the medicine cabinet and comes out with a large syringe, stabbing you in the arm with it.
You immediately fall limp, the temperature of the room returns to normal. The paper that was beginning to burn fizzes out and only smoke remains.
"We can't keep her here. She is too dangerous. We have to kill her." Eir states as she grabs a hold of another syringe.
"No! I command you to stop!" Loki bellows.
Eir looks at him in shock and confusion. Loki has never commanded her to do anything.
"I will take her away from here, where she and everyone else will be safe. Give me time. Tell nobody. This stays between us. Do you understand?"
"Yes, my king." Eir says, bowing her head in respect.
In a puff of green smoke, you and him disappear from the room without disclosing where he has taken you.
Eir breathes out a long deep breathe, shaking her head incredulously and starts cleaning up her workspace.
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