Breathe In And Let The Walls Collapse

“Loki?” Thor climbed from the bed, throwing himself onto his knees before his brother. He took Loki’s face in his hands, running his thumb over his brother’s cheeks the way their mother used to. “Look at me. Use your words. I know you know how to do that. You need to talk to me. Loki, you need to tell me what is wrong.”
Loki continued to stare off into the corner, his face growing tight as shudders coursed through his body. Thor shifted his brother’s face so that the younger man had no choice but to direct his gaze onto him. “Loki, please. Tell me what you need, brother.”
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Pathetically enough, it wasn’t the constant stream of torture that plagued his nightmares, or the scars that still burned in his joints that did him in that night. No, it was waking up to a room full of darkness with the only light source being in the endless void of stars outside the little port window. Sweat knitted across his brow, dropping in heavy beads down his jawline. With each desperate pant his lungs gave, his chest just tightened more