Toxic

23 | Daddy's Home

Important authors note!!

I think I'm going to change the name and cover of this book! The cover is going to be similar, but I think I'm going to change the name of the book to "Toxic." What do y'all think? I think it's more fitting.

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The color drained from Loki's face. It was as if his heart had suddenly stopped beating and all the blood had run down into his boots. He swayed for just a moment before he lowered himself to the ground by the toilet. His head continued to spin as bile rose in his throat, sobs made his throat hoarse, and swallowing tears made him choke.

He emptied anything that was left in his stomach into the toilet and gasped in attempt get more air into his lungs, feeling faint. One of the counselors sat next to him, whispered words of comfort while rubbing his back, while another picked up a phone and dialed the number on speed dial. "Hey, Thor.... no, he's.... not doing well.... I think it'd be good if you stopped by."

Even though he himself could fly, it took Thor a while to get to the secret secured location. He bolted through the halls, apologized to those he ran into along the way, before he finally got to the bathroom. He switched places with the woman who was helping him and placed his own hand on his brother's back. "Brother, I-"

Loki's red bloodshot eyes snapped up to meet his, shock clear on his face. When his scrambled mind finally clicked as to who was in front of him, more tears streamed from his blue eyes.

He clasped onto his brother for support, and then his whole body shook. The sobs were stifled at first as he attempted to hide his grief, then overcome by the wave of his emotions he broke down entirely, all his defences washed away in those salty tears. He was a picture of grief, anger, devastation.

Loki had never trust others enough to trust them with his vulnerability. Shutters would come down, his emotion walled off behind a mask of coping. He would just wear it until everything was right again, he didn't know another way.

However, now Loki didn't care. He didn't care that Thor saw him like this, because he was crying too. He cried for his brother and what he has to suffer. He didn't care about the pitiful looks people passing gave the two full grown men crying on the floor, holding onto each other as if his life depended on it. Countless people passed by, watching as one of the world's mightiest heroes and one of the most powerful villains fell apart.

They weren't sure how much time went by before their sobs stifled and their tears dried. Now they sat on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor, leaned against a wall, neither of them speaking. Thor knew he just had to give him time to collect his thoughts before Loki finally spoke. "They told me everything I've done... I've killed hundreds, at least." He croaked, his throat burned as he spoke. He sniffled and continued, "I should be on death row, Thor. Prison would be too good for me."

Thor didn't exactly know how to respond to that, because that was the truth. "If you could go back... would you do those things again?"

"Heavens, no." He rasped, almost offended. "I'd never do something like that if it wasn't for-"

"Exactly." Thor cut him off, his head lolling to the side to look at him. "You'd never do it if you weren't controlled. It was your body that did those things, yes, but not you. You weren't... you when those things happened."

His gaze fell back to his boots and he whispered, "but I still did them." He said and took in a deep breath to fight back more tears. Just when he thought he had no more tears to cry, more fought their way up. "I don't even know what I've done to Summer and my daughter."