{Thor} Life Starts Now {Loki}
The teen swallowed around the lump in his throat as he looked up at the home. He had to admit, it was nicer than any he had stayed in before. Maybe at least here he wouldn't be starved. He clutched his bag close to his chest, looking nervous as his social worker lead him inside. She introduced him to his new foster parents and he answered their questions with small, quiet answers.
And then he had to sit in the living room, listening to the woman telling his foster parents what had happened to him in hushed whispers. She told them about the rapes that they knew about and all Loki could do was think about how they only knew one or two, not about how often it truly happened. She spoke of his recent suicide attempt and his hand instantly went to his wrist.
Before long, he was being led to his bedroom, sneaking a glimpse into the room next to his. So he had a foster brother here. Great. That had gone so well last time. The memories flooded him and he ducked into his room with the excuse of wanting to get comfortable.
But really, he didn't have any possessions to lay out. Within half an hour, he had a few things set up and his clothes put away. A stack of well worn sketchbooks sat on a bookshelf and he curled up in his bed.
