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Hurt Comfort Meme

Hurt/Comfort - Hurt/comfort
is a fan fiction genre that involves the physical pain or emotional
distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. The
injury, sickness or other kind of hurt allows an exploration of the
characters and their relationship.

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1. INJURY. You've been injured. Broken bones or bleeding out or maybe just a tiny little papercut. The choice is yours.
2. SICKNESS. You're sick and laid up in bed, at home or in a hospital. The severity is up to you.
3. FEAR/ANXIETY. Something is happening and you're scared beyond belief.
4. LOSS OF SENSES. Sight, touch, taste, hearing, smell, etc. You've lost some important sense or ability and now you're left to deal with it.
5. DESPAIR. Nothing is good or right anymore and you can't shake the depression. Maybe that friend of yours can help though...
6. BREAKUP. You've been dumped. You need someone to comfort you, possibly by the one who dumped you.
7. MAKE UP. Fight or break up, it's time to makeup.
8. RESCUED. You've just been held captived and/or tortured for however long and finally, someone has come to the rescue.
9. BAD ROMANCE. Fight, cheated on, abused, whatever the case s, someone else can clearly see
you need comfort from someone who isn't your terrible lover tonight.
10. LOSS. You've experience a loss of some kind and need help getting through it.

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In the span of a week, Eliot probably covered more countries in Europe than those famous bus tours could on a tight schedule. It was a pain to have an slighted employer who was determined to have him dead, and that the man had endless supply of money to keep hiring people after him made it slightly worse.

Endless supply of cash but still only constantly hiring second rate thugs, Eliot honestly didn't know to be relieved or insulted by the behavior. Still, it allowed him to slip away again and again, so he suppose he should feel relieved.

A fine mess for failing to turn up with the cosmic cube. Yet even as he found himself slowly running out of places to hide in an abandoned factory, he thought it was worth it to have turned the job down. So his record got a little marred and he got marked for death for disappointing, but at least his conscience was clear.

Six days ago, Loki decided he never wanted to see Eliot Spencer ever again.

The ensuing six days were among the most distressing the god of Mischief had ever faced. He had such happiness such a short while ago, he had it torn away, and now it was nipping at his heels again. He wanted to kick it away, and yet he wanted to gather it into his arms and forget having ever left it in the first place. There had been no sign of the trickster's usual happenings for that entire week. No one had seen or heard from him, no trace of destruction or even the simplest pranks.

Loki wasn't sure what brought him here. He knew Eliot was inside the building. He'd decided never to see him again. And yet, he sat on the rooftop of that very same building, well dressed in his Midgard attire with legs dangling over the side as he watched the wolf go about his business.

He still had no idea what to do.

Unaware that he had an extra audience aside from his 6 —or was it 7? He thought he might've counted 7— deadly admirers, Eliot didn't think to look up. Rather, his eyes darted constantly around for the hunters working together to circle him.

Seven werewolf hunters, armed with silver bullets and silver knives. Guess the bastard finally got tired of sending second rate thugs which Eliot left behind usually gift wrapped in duct tape or something similar.

"Fuck..."

He could see the shadows of a few of them closing in from the opposite side, hidden behind the large loading crates that made direct visual hard. Growling, he tried to look for another way out before they could surround him.

Well, now. This was an interesting turn of events.

Loki remembered how it felt the day he'd first cornered Eliot in the forest, demanded to know the reasons for his betrayal. There had been such anger, that for quite a while, he wanted to kill the wolf. He wanted to see Eliot dead, for what he had done to him. At that time, nothing would have been more satisfying.

This ... would be interesting, yes. To see how it turned out. What would a cornered wolf do now?

The trickster stood from his perch at the edge of the building, listening closely for signs of distress. These men didn't seem like fellow retrievalists ...

They were closing in. Eliot took a moment to lean his head back against the wall and took several deep breaths. His hunters bore weapons that were poisonous to him and he had nothing but three knives to defend himself, one of which he took out now to flip twice before taking into a steady grasp for throwing.

Taking two deep breathes, he stepped out into the open. "Well boys, come and get me."

As soon as the first man stepped out of hiding, stupid people always did, Eliot threw his dagger and took the man down with a hit in the shoulder. Not a killing wound, but enough to take the man out. One down, two daggers left, six more to go.

Instantly, he dove back for cover as silver bullets riddled the area he stood not seconds before, thankfully none catching or even grazing him.

He was hurt by them before and was nearly killed by their poison. Loki saved him last time from it, but who was here to save him this time?

Definitely not fellow retrievalists.

Loki couldn't get a better look from the rooftop with all the chaos moving inside now, so it was with a heavy determination that he disappeared from the roof all together. He transported himself inside, keeping to the shadows and remaining undetected as the battle waged on inside. He caught a glance of a thrown knife piercing a hunter's shoulder, just before the rest of them fired their weapons.

That was when Loki made his decision. If anyone was going to kill the wolf, it most certainly would not be these men standing here.

He cast the spell, and very quickly, the room began to freeze. Ice and frost began to cover ever surface in thich sheets, the temperature dropping rapidly while the evening sun blazed outside. Just to catch them off guard, because of course, the god of Mischief always made a grand entrance.

"There's no exit back that way!"

Ah, fuck.

"We've cornered the animal!"

Eliot couldn't hold back an insulted growl at those words, but they were sadly right in the first aspect. The back of the factory had nothing but slabs of bleak concrete, bare walls and machinery along either side all the way to the corners. He really was stuck and running out of places to hide.

A gust of cold wind blew past him. What the hell? Trapped indoors, where did the wind come from?

Frantically looking around now for the source, hopefully an exit, Eliot noticed something else instead that made his heart skip a beat.

The whole area was frosting over.

"What's going on?" "It's freezing!"

As the shouts and sounds of the hunters' chattering teeth gave their locations away, Eliot took out his last two knives and flipped them into a slashing hold. But, hopefully, he wouldn't need to use them.

Eliot tried to look around for the source again, this time in the form of a person rather than a window. "Loki?"

Eliot would have to ruin his introduction by announcing him like that.

He didn't appear from the shadows just yet, waiting for the ice to thicken and the building to become cold enough that their breath could be seen chilling in the air. He waited until panic and fear were evident in the hunter's faces, even in their apparent leader's, the one barking the orders and demanding answers.

Out of nowhere, a bright white light suddenly appeared in the middle of the room. As it dimmed, it revealed that very cube they sought after, hovering seemingly on it's own in the air.

Stunned, but clearly eager to see the object they had been seeking in the first place, the leader reached out to grasp it. That was the precise moment the trickster decided to appear in front of him, in his expensive pressed suit with the cube hovering over his open palm.

"Get out," he said simply.

The hunters weren't the only nervous ones when the temperature kept falling and chill began to fog their breathes. Eliot continued his nervous look around because there was no guarantee this was Loki. For all he knew, they could have wandered across a god of cold air or something equally dangerous.

But then the cube appeared and Eliot was actually grinning.

And when Loki appeared, he was the most handsome person Eliot had seen in a long time. He slowly stepped out from behind the crate where he was hiding.

Of course, as he had known, his troubles didn't just disappear with Loki's miraculous appearance. The hunters were startled, and the lead one took several steps back, but none of the six made any move towards leaving. Rather, two of the ones on the sidelines raised their guns and without thinking, Eliot flipped his knives around and threw them lightning fast, shoulder strikes, taking both of them down.

It left four more and he was now out of knives, so he hoped Loki could do something when the leader and the other three raised their guns with the intention to shoot them both.

"Leave? I don't think we will."

Humans. Too cocky, even when facing a god.

Their weapons were raised, but Loki didn't move a muscle. Mortals had their guns, Loki had his magic. Before they even had a chance to fire, the god turned his wrist, and the freezing spell turned on their weapons, encasing them instantly in sheets of thick ice and rendering them useless. It also had the unfortunate side effect of feezing their hands solid to the hilts as well.

They were of no threat now. Loki stepped forward, holding out the cube in front of him as the group's leader trembled before him.

"I think you will," he answered calmly. "I also think you will return to the one who gave you these orders, and inform them that what you are after belongs to me."

He eyed the panicking lackeys behind the head of the group, debating over the many ways he could tear them apart.

"And I think you better leave right now."

Eliot's wolf perked up at hearing the god's outright claim over him, and his own heart skipped a beat even as his mind raced with the infinite possibilities in that statement.

He was not out of the fire yet, or ice, as the case may be. There was still the chance that Loki may be sending the others away because he wanted this kill himself.

It was now as it was six days ago, Eliot found he was alright with that.

The way the hunters scrabbled over one another in an attempt to run away as quickly as possible was almost humorous, but Eliot wasn't smiling. Rather, his attention was trained solely on the exquisite deity before him and watching his every move.

Yet ironically, his first question to the trickster was the exact opposite. "Have you been watchin' me?"

It could have been just a claim over the cube. Even though Loki knew that wasn't the case, it was easier to think that he was still in control of this. He didn't need the wolf. He didn't ...

Loki turned around partway at the question, waving both hands to have the cube disappear between them, held in safekeeping and ready to be brought out again at a moment's notice if necessary. He was silent for a long moment then, before turning his attention to a hint of dust on his lapel.

"Since yesterday," he answered, with a soft shrug. He held the ice spell still, wary of the thin line he was treading.

"You're not as hard to track down as you would like to be."

It was inappropriate, but Eliot found the nervous edge of a smile tried to curve the corners of his mouth when he heard Loki had been watching him. Strange how while it could still be for the same reason, he didn't feel the same trepidation he felt when the god hunted him a week ago.

"I never was good hidin' from a god."

He gave in to his hesitant half smile like the words were a shared joke between them. It lasted for barely a full three seconds before he let it drop away. What they discussed next was no laughing matter.

"So... uh... you decided what you wanna do with me?"

Not even a full day, Loki supposed. But he didn't want to count the hours and sound desperate. It would do, keep things simple while he still tried to think of everything. Even though it was the most difficult thing in all the nine realms right then, trying to answer Eliot's question.

Had he decided?

Loki turned to face him fully, his hands folded in front of him. What did he want to do with him? ... well, one thing first, of course. The god stepped closer, slowly, stopping just within arm's reach-

And promptly slapped Eliot across the face.

Then he turned, a hand to his chin as he went back to thinking now that his head was clearer.

"I believe I have, yes."

Eliot saw the blow coming and it took all of his werewolf will to stand there and take it without attempting to block it first. It knocked his head to one side but considering he was still standing, Eliot dared to smile a bit.

Except that pulled on his bruising facial muscles, a hand print was already forming quite clear on his cheek, and he ended up grimacing instead.

"Seriously?" He answered while bringing a hand up to gingerly touch and rub at his reddened face. He worked his jaw a few times to try and loosen the muscles there as well.

"You couldn't have punched me instead?"

"Eliot, I was moments away from setting you on fire," Loki retorted as he turned back to him, glancing up at the increasingly red mark on his face with a sense of grim satisfaction. A mark that would wear off in time, yes, but at least he made sure to make it sting like a bitch.

"If that's what you would prefer, I can make arrangements."

Still, the god kept his hand at bay. He had let out the frustration (most of it) with that slap, and he had a clear enough mind to think about what exactly it is he wanted. And then ... it was simple. He knew, exactly. It only depended on one thing.

"Can I trust you now, Eliot Spencer?" he asked, voice softening.

The return offer was answered with a slightly sour glare although Eliot didn't complain again.

It looked like things were going to be okay after all and while Loki was still in one of his tantrum moods, he had forgiven him for his stupidity. Knowing that, Eliot could deal with as much tantrum as the god wanted to throw.

"I'll swear my life on it," he answered Loki's question with the solemnity of everything he had. He bore his blue gaze into the trickster's green to make sure his once lover could see how the words came from his very soul. "You can do whatever you have to to verify it, but my answer won't change."

There was a pause and the moment broke with a soft growing smile. He rubbed his cheek once more. "Just promise me y'won't bitchslap me again."

Bitchslap was not a term Loki was familiar with. Though, he supposed it was fitting. Perhaps he'd use it later.

Eliot was swearing his life on it, however. Loki watched him closely, stared into those eyes, searching madly for any bare trace or hint of dishonesty. He searched, and searched, and found nothing. Save for the growing smile that then appeared, the type that showed only a hint of the reason why Loki had--

...

He stepped closer, closer, reaching to take Eliot's hand in his own. The god's voice became quieter, softer, never once breaking their gaze.

"We are in agreement, then?"

Eliot watched the god's approach without ever breaking their gaze. He wasn't even looking down so when Loki reached to take his hand from his face, he blinked in surprise. While the trickster took hold of it, it was Eliot who turned his palm as their hands came down until he had Loki's grasped tightly in his.

"We are, Loki... We are."

His face blossomed into a full smile then, one that was brightened with relief and unmistakable joy. His eyes lit up too with the expression of a man who found something precious he had thought he lost forever.

With his free arm, he suddenly reached around and embraced the god tightly to him. "I'm sorry..." He whispered again against Loki's neck. "Believe me, Loki, I'll never hurt you like that again. Ever."

It was relieving in so many ways, hearing Eliot confirm his words. Like a great weight was lifted from his shoulders just from the way he held his wolf's hand. The frustration and anger he had felt had dimmed, still there and likely would never leave entirely but it was now greatly overshadowed by everything else Loki felt.

They were in agreement. No hurting, no betrayal, no ... bitchslapping.

Loki didn't protest as he was pulled close, holding Eliot's hand close between them as the other's arm wrapped around him. He hesitated, before gently tilting his head to rest against Eliot's, his eyes closing.

"You had better not."

And after a quiet sigh, and a deep breath, "... because I love you, Eliot. And I will not forgive you so easily if it does happen again."

"Kill me," Eliot whispered softly while their heads rested against one another's and he could feel Loki's heartbeat thumping with his as one. He closed his eyes too so he could get lost in his other senses. His hearing picked up the trickster's every breath, he could hear every heartbeat, and his scent became slowly, reassuringly, saturated with alpha within his lover's embrace.

Without letting go because he will never want to again, he tilted his head slightly so he was breathing into the trickster's ear. "Kill me if I ever do cause a man deserves to be killed if he betrays his lover like that."

He gave the god's hand in his a soft squeeze, then rearranged their grasp until their fingers were entwined around each other's. "I'm never lettin' you go again."

And in case the message wasn't clear, or that Loki had forgotten or ignored it the last time he said it six days ago, Eliot added quietly, "I love you too, Loki."

It would be a promise Loki had little trouble with keeping, at least for now. If he were to be made such a fool again after this, Eliot would no longer exist. He'd been spared the wrath of an outraged and betrayed god once, but it would not be so quickly won back after a second time.

Though he knew it would be difficult, he also knew his anger could not be quelled more than once. Right now, it was a thin line they were treading, but Loki could only hope their distance to it would grow.

Even though the desire to just fling himself at Eliot was great, Loki managed to keep his calm, though his grip on his wolf's hand tightened as their fingers threaded together. He said nothing, just listened to Eliot's reassurances, just barely managing to keep his knees from buckling when Eliot said those last few words.

Briefly, a smile passed over his lips, just for hearing those words. He drew his head back, just enough so he could touch his forehead to Eliot's and close his eyes, and the freezing spell ceased spreading around the room, thawing and disappearing within moments. And his other hand lifted, gently framing the side of Eliot's face as he quietly sighed in relief.

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