Injured/Hurt Meme

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  THE INJURED/HURT MEME
Injured by your own hand or someone else's, you still need help to get you through it. Let's hope someone finds you before it's too late!

This meme contains triggers of violence/possible sexual assault, proceed with caution.

- Post your character, name/series/preferences in the subject.
- Others go to random.org and roll numbers 1-8 to choose a scene!
- Play it out!

1. Stabbed. You were stabbed, maybe multiple times.
2. Shot. You were shot either once or multiple times.
3. Broken bone(s). You're suffering broken bones.
4. Head injury. Enjoy that concussion...
5. Beaten. You were beaten to a bloody pulp.
6. Used. You were used for some kind of physical labor to the point you can't move anymore... or maybe it was more base than just 'labor'.
7. Abuse. Your injuries stem from a long period of abuse and torture.
8. Other. Is there something else? Want to combine something? Do so here!

Hopefully it's alright that I posted in here.

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[mischieve]

[ Tch. Loki withdrew his hand then, mildly irritated at the other's reaction to his generous offer.

This was probably better with a demonstration, he sighed.

Sitting with his legs crossed on the ground, Loki drew a knife from his coat, small but sharp and deadly. Saying nothing, he held the blade out so the other could see, that it was real and not some illusion of his, before drawing the blade across his opposite palm.

He doesn't flinch, because a simple scratch is nothing to a god, but it still bleeds. The knife disappears, and he holds his injured hand out next, before covering it with the other. Mere seconds is all it takes for a small cut, and when he removes his hand, the blood and cut are both gone. ]

Now, I have no qualms about leaving you out here to bleed to death, but if you accept my assistance I can take care of yours just as quickly.

[eliot_spencer]

[Eliot got defensive when the blade came out, but the tense moment turned to one of mild curiosity when he realized the weapon was not meant to be hostile to him.]

What're you— [Before Eliot could finish the question, however, Loki had already begun the demonstration. The retrievalist stared in fascination as the freshly made wound disappeared before his very eyes.]

H-how did you do that? [Still, even without waiting for an answer, Eliot was nodding tentatively to allow Loki a second approach. He can figure out the hows later, and as to the why... hell, he already owed the man a favor already. It wouldn't make much difference to exchange it for a bigger one at this point.]

[mischieve]

I have your attention, then.

[ With the other consenting to another try, Loki reached his hand out once more, letting that same warmth as before stretch from his fingertips to seek out and begin to mend the wound in the man's side. The first step in gaining trust, of course.

Though really, he had to wonder if this was going to be worth the effort. ]

And as for "how," my friend, it is because I am a god.

[eliot_spencer]

A god. [Forgive the disbelieving tone followed by the slight derisive snort. It ended in a grimace of pain as his aching side was still in the process of mending, but he couldn't help from chuckling anyway.]

No, seriously?

[Except he could see the other was being serious, not an ounce of joking in Loki's expression, and slowly, Eliot's laughter fell from his lips.] You are. [Followed by his brows scrunching in disbelief. As his side healed, he also realized he was being given very irrefutable proof.]

Loki... Loki, Norse God of mischief?

[As the implications sank in, Eliot blinked with a new sort of disbelief.] What the fuck do you want with me?

[mischieve]

[ He expects disbelief, at first. There were many mortals who did not believe in higher beings, and Loki has dealt with plenty of scoffs and rejections. It wasn't until he'd proved what he was capable of that they turned.

The recognition of his name finally pleases him, and he grins, that familiar and wicked expression. ]

A pleasure to finally meet your acquaintence, my friend.

[ With a nod, he works to finish mending that wound before drawing back. ] As for what I want, I am merely asking that you grant me a favour in the future in return for my services.

Merry Christmas!!

[eliot_spencer]

[Feeling the tingling stop, Eliot carefully touched his side again and stretched the skin slightly. Nothing, as if he was never hit. Surprised and pleased at once, he performed a few minor stretches to confirm the healing before looking at Loki with new eyes. And much more receptive than previously.]

Alright, I owe you. I owe you twice, but unless ya lost somethin' that needs retrievin', I dunno how I can help you.

[Not exactly true, there were a lot of things Eliot Spencer was capable of, but ever since becoming a retrieval specialist he tried not to stray too far from that path. Although, for a God who saved his life twice, he might make a few exceptions.]

a belated merry ho ho ho to you too!

[mischieve]

[ As expected. Loki's magic took an average time when trying to heal himself or other gods, but with such advancement on mortal flesh, it wouldn't even leave a scar. Unless Loki really wanted to leave one. But this was a trust exercise, and he needed that first. ]

I'm sure I can think of something.

[ He stands, dusting his hands and robes from the dirt of the ground. ]

I will call upon you the moment I require your services. After I see exactly what they are, of course.

For now, take your time and rest. I can mend any injury, but you have blood to replenish.

Still in time for happy new year! That's coming up.

[eliot_spencer]

[Eliot touched his side once more as if to make sure his side wasn't going to split when he least expected it, but feeling nothing, not even a twinge, reassured him. He nodded at the God's logic, although his brows furrowed from their location.]

Here? In the forest? [Scoffing slightly, Eliot picked himself back up and brushed the dirt from his figure.]

You're right I need rest, but not here. You may be able to mend me, but I don't wanna need it again. I'll rest when I'm safe. You found me twice, you can find me again.

[Said with absolute confidence that Loki can, Eliot turned away and dashed again into the forest. He was not far from the road where he stashed a car, while weak, he could still drive and get himself to a safer area. He will rest then, and when he woke, he had no doubt that they will have their talk.]

that it is!

[mischieve]

[ Well, Loki was about to suggest a transport of his own, but it seemed as though the other had his own ideas. He straightened as the man stood and took off, and he couldn't help feeling amused at that last line of his.

Amused just enough to grin, and laugh behind his hand. ]

Oh, I've no doubt about that.

[ With that, he vanished from the forest, without a trace of his presence left behind save for the few demolished and smouldering vehicles and the occasional bloodied strewn body from his stroll prior to locating the mortal he'd been searching for.

Really, it needed to stop being so easy. ]