A man who looks like who's been living your life on and off for the past few months when you're not looking wearing your clothes and running your company.
He's been you more than you've been you.
When you changed your standing massage appointment by canceling the masseuse and dressing like him and taking his place.
You're on the table with no clothes on.You've taken your tailor-made suit off.You got a massage. One final adjustment is all you need.
[ID: Greyscale sketch of Loki in a hospital bed with a neck brace on and an IV in his arm, with Thor, who had one eye and long hair, leaning over him with a bright smile. Loki’s eyes are very slightly open and his hand is weakly curled in the bedsheets. End ID]
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Whumptober Day 3: Held by the throat
More the consequences of being held by the throat and then spending years unconscious in a coma before opening his eyes, and in doing so making his bro super happy.
One of two new whumpees who’ll appear in my whumptober artings this year in the effort to work on improving my range of characters to draw (but, for Leverage folk, there’s more Eliot to come so punchy man isn’t going to be missing out too much)
Alrighty, here’s part 5 to my Immortal Whumpee’s story, and part 2 of the Vampire AU. Part 1 is here.
CW: Immortal whumpee, non-binary whumpee, vampire whumper, captivity, restraints, gagged, defiant whumpee, very messed up views on death and talk of death (they’re an immortal).
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The two figures approached the camp right before the sun started peeking over the horizon. Lo had taken two more doses of venom, the last one just now starting to wear off as the vampire sneaked through the backdoor of the encampment.
“Don’t say a word.” They uttered.
The vampire entered into what looked like a storage room. Pieces of old furniture, bags of clothes, food for livestock, and random barrels and crates. With the human still slung over their shoulder, they rearranged a couple of things until there was an empty corner. Lo winced as they hit the ground, dirt scraping their knees and elbows.
The vampire stepped away for a moment as Lo got their bearings, and then came back with several lengths of rope. They tied the human’s wrists together tightly, then pulled them up to a wooden beam near the ceiling, keeping them pulled above their head.
“You know, what should I call you?” Lo asked.
The vampire just grunted, moving to pull Lo’s ankles from underneath them. They stretched their legs out straight, back pressed against the wall.
“If you’re going to be regularly draining my blood I think some proper introductions are in order, don’t you?”
The vampire sighed, shaking their head as they began tying the human’s ankles together. “Listen, until I can find an explanation for you, and learn a little bit more, you’ve got to stay hidden. Then, once I’ve discovered if you’re worth sharing, you’ll probably be passed around camp. Used like a blood bag, so be grateful I’m the one who’s got you. If you’re lucky it’ll just make it a quick death on your end.”
Lo hid a chuckled under their breath. Yeah, a quick death wasn’t really an option either.
“If you must know, you can call me Sol.”
“I’d shake your hand, but that’s not an option. I’m Lo.”
“Shut the hell up, Lo. You talk to much for a human who’s currently tied up by someone who could end your life in two seconds.”
“Then do it.”
“Excuse me?”
Lo shook their head, pulling at their wrists and arms as they shuffled from where they were tied.
“End it. End my life. Please, god, I’m practically begging you.”
Sol shook his head, tying a knot in the middle of a shorter length of rope.
“Yeah that’s fair, but we need you too much. Now shut it.”
Lo was about to utter another word of protest when the knot of the rope was shoved behind their teeth, the ends wrapping around the back of their head and tying tightly.
“Solomon! Is that you?” A voice called.
“Shit.” Sol whispered. They stood up and rearranged several of the boxes and crates until there was a sort-of wall covering where Lo was tied. “Don’t go anywhere.” He whispered.
Lo shrugged as much as they could, and leaned their head back against the wall. They faintly made out the whispers of the vampires talking outside the room.
“Did you find anything?”
“I found the camp of the human I’ve been tracking. They were gone before I got there though. Do we have any food?” Sol lied.
“What, like human food?”
“Yeah. It’s scarce for them too so maybe it’ll help hunt some of them.”
“I don’t know Sol, there might be a couple apples out the back. I think we’ve got some old bread around here too.”
“And how many pigs do we have left?”
“That one sow is about to have it’s babies, but other than it, we’ve only got two I think.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah. You better find that human fast. We don’t have many other options left Sol.”
“I’m aware. Don’t worry, I’ll find them.”
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Solomon had found two small, shriveled apples, and the crusts of a loaf of bread. Slightly stale, but they hadn’t gone moldy, so that was good. They threw them in the pocket of their cloak and grabbed a bucket of water from the well outside. It was only a few hours after sunrise, so mostly everyone in the camp was lying down. It was silent aside from the chirps and skitters of animals outside.
Lo’s head had lolled to the side, their eyes closed. Sweat dripped down their arms, soaking into the shirt they had been wearing, and they stirred, fluttering eyelashes as the vampire approached.
They flinched back against the wall, wincing as their back hit the wood behind them.
“Oh calm down.” Sol whispered. “Here. I don’t want you starving.”
They pulled away the gag from their mouth and held out the two small apples in their hand, fishing out the chunks of bread with the other.
Lo glanced up to their wrists and looked back towards their captor.
The vampire gave them a smirk before untying their wrists from the beam, but kept them tied to each other.
“Here you go.” He tossed the apple towards Lo and they caught it in fumbling fingers, bringing it to their lips.
Lo ate the food they were given quickly, and then held the water in their hands, sipping on it slowly as their dry throat and chapped lips were grateful for the relief.
Solomon watched as the human ate the food, even the pit and seeds of the apples. They seemed like such simple creatures. So different, and yet so similar from vampires.
Yet Sol had drained them completely, they had taken every single drop of their blood, and less then ten minutes later they were back on their feet. Full color to their face, and fully conscious like nothing had happened.
Lo wasn’t the first human they had drained. He knew what it was like, watching the life of something drain in your hands. Nothing compared to it, but it wasn’t sustainable. But if you could drain the same human- over, and over again- no vampire would ever go hungry.
There was a reason Lo had begged for death so casually.
Sol watched as they continued to sip on the water, fingers trembling slightly as they brought it to their lips. Dark eyes fluttered up, gazing into the vampires.
“You’re staring-” the human mumbled.
“Like I said, I haven’t seen a human in months.”
“Well then.” They set the bucket down and tilted their head to the side, heaving out a sigh as they exposed their neck. “Get it over with I suppose.”
Sol chuckled, inching closer to where the human was restrained. He got on his knees in front of them, glancing at the flushed skin- the veins pulsing underneath. He could feed again. But they would know.
They could smell human blood from miles away. And his little secret would be found. He’d need to do this as clean as possible.
“I appreciate the offer, but I’m not hungry.”
“Don’t tell me you’re going to do that venom thing again- I’ve been compliant like, like you asked-”
“It’s appreciated. But I want to test out something else.”
Lo flinched as the vampire gripped the sides of their head in a tight grip. One underneath their chin, the other tightening in their hair. They began to utter words of protest but Sol jerked their hands to the side, twisting the human’s neck around with a sickening crunch.
For a brief moment their was a flash of pain etched onto the human’s face- and then there was nothing. Their head lolled to the side and they slumped towards the ground, falling in a heap in the dirt.
Solomon almost instantly felt a pang of regret. What if their theory wasn’t correct? What if this was all a mistake and they just cost everybody their chance at surviving starvation? It was cruel and selfish of him to take that away from the rest of them. He’d be kicked out- ostracized- forced to leave the only group of friends and family he knew. He’d no longer be known as the best hunter- the most skilled tracker, but as the vampire who selfishly killed the only human they had seen in months.
Sol sat there on his knees across from the human, watching as the color faded from their body and the breath hissed out of their lungs. The vampire sat there for maybe fifteen or twenty minutes, stewing in self-pity until he noticed a change.
Color had started to return to Lo’s face. Their neck was no longer at such a twisted angle. And finally- there was a faint breath hissing from their nose.
They surely weren’t conscious, but they were sure alive.
“Fucking hell.” They whispered. “You’re not dead.”
There were so many other theories, so many other things they wanted to try, just to be certain. To be absolutely sure there was no limit. But even if there was, they weren’t dead anymore. The vampires could each get at least one good feeding out of them before they became useless.
Solomon stood back up and grabbed the human’s wrists. They pulled them above Lo’s head, retying their arms above them and helped them sit back against the wall.
A soft moan echoed from the human’s lips as their body was jostled and their eyelashes fluttered, though they remained closed.
Grabbing their chin in his hand, Sol pulled their head back up to rest against the wall. At the strain in their neck Lo’s eyes burst open with a flash of pain and they let out a small, strangled scream.
Sol was quick to cover their mouth, watching as tears slowly started coming down from their eyes. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the success of his experiment. If everything went according to the plan he’d been forming he’d be praised, rewarded even. And no one would go hungry again.
“You really can’t die, can you?” Sol whispered.
Though they couldn’t move their head, the look in Lo’s eyes was enough to give the vampire his answer. He nodded, and gripped their chin in his hand once more.
Lo’s mouth opened in a whine and Sol used his thumbs to keep it pried open. He covered their mouth with his, injecting another, smaller, dose of venom down their throat. Lo swallowed, wincing at the pain and let their head fall limp against their chest. Their neck was still healing. Still stitching itself back together from where it had been snapped so brutally just moments before.
“There you are. That should help relax you a bit.” Sol stated.
They picked up the rope gag from earlier, once again forcing it in the human’s mouth and tying it behind their head.
With the hiss of a whine behind the gag Lo’s eyes tried to find focus as the vampire gripped their head. They finally landed on the pale, chiseled features, the fangs glinting past his lips as he flashed a smile.
“I can’t wait for everyone to meet you.”
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