Survivors || Closed RP (lustymellark)
In more ways than some realize, life is a game of long odds. And the survivors are gamblers who can play to them, no matter how cruel the rules are. Loki Laufeyson is a survivor, not only of starvation in a contrary that neglects its citizens, but of the most brutal game any human being could play. The Hunger Games.
The first victory for him was that Loki was born into a family of victors. His father and mother had both won the games and now lived comfortably in District 1. Odin had worked his way up to being the mayor of the district, while Frigga had started a hospital. They already had a son of their own, Thor, but one day while walking home Frigga found Loki by the side of the road, only a year old and dying of malnutrition. Her pity is what saved him from death’s first attempted to claim him.
When he was sixteen, Loki’s name had been drawn from the reaping’s, and he’d been thrown into a world that he needed both his body and mind to be at their sharpest. In a desert area, Loki had been forced to battle other young men and women (some barely even that) to the death. Each encounter, Loki could feel death’s hand clawing at him, and each time he managed to slip through its fingers.
But at the end, Loki started to loose himself in his own survival instincts, turning almost mad with something one could only call blood lust. When he won by cutting his opponent’s throat with his own fingernails, many gave up on him, saying his sanity had bled out in the area. Though his mother never gave up on him.
It took almost three years for his mind to return to something close to what it had been before, though Loki would never be the same. He still woke up screaming from the heat of the sun, parched and sweating like when he was in the Games. He still would have panic attacks that weakened him for an entire day, but he pulled through. That was his second victory.
Now, Loki was a doctor, like his mother but in his own way. He helped out at her hospital from time to time, but what he specialized in was helping other victors recover from the trauma of the sick form of entertainment the Capital put them through. It helped him keep busy and away from alcohol like his friend Haymitch, and the fact that he was aiding others was a plus.
This year, he’d watched the names drawn and the shocked or stupidly excited faces get shipped off to the Capital like sheep for the slater. One face stood out among the rest however, the boy from District 12. He used his obviously clever mind to win the crowds with his natural charm and likable personality. He stood out, Loki realized, because he was intelligent enough to figure out how to play the game outside of the area.
In the area however, it pained Loki to watch this tribute be traumatized like so many others. He made it though, and it brought a smile to Loki’s features watching Haymitch become dumbfounded that one of his tributes actually made it. How much of him made it though was yet to be determined.
Loki was making his way through the hallways of the Capital’s medical building on his way to the tribute’s - Peeta’s- room. When he reached the door, he wasn’t quite sure what to expect. He didn’t know much about who he was, or even much about the condition he was currently in thanks to the staff who had nothing but air in their heads.
He’s a survivor, Loki though dryly before opening the door and stepping into the softly lit room, green eyes turning to his patient lying on the bed.
