Hurt/ Comfort Meme

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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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- Roll 1-10 at RNG for a scene, play it out and have fun!

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.

Nabbed from hoohaw

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[dulcet_cellist]

Sebastian barely manages to stay on his feet, his instinct is to shrink away from the agonizing shrieks, from the threat he can feel so dangerously close. 'Too close!' his mind screams, eyes closed tight against panic and fear, one hand covering his ear in a desperate attempt to block out the noise and the other reaching, grabbing hold of something solid. The only thing keeping him moving is the firm grip on his arm and the distant knowledge that it is Loki.

Despite their strange cat and mouse relationship, despite Thor's warnings, despite what he has read and the absolute that Loki could be even more dangerous than the Nightmares, Sebastian trusts him. He's drawn to him. A cold light in the dark. Except he doesn't believe Loki is cold. Not in the places where it matters. Loki is a master of deception, a King in his own Realm of misdirection and lies.

But he's even more than that and Sebastian can't turn his back on him.

Stars burst behind his eyelids and he can no longer feel where his hand grips Loki or where his feet trip over cobblestones, but Sebastian clings to the last shreds of his sanity and the part of himself that trusts Loki.

[thispoisonousdream]

While Loki pulls Sebastian out of the alley way, the Nightmares attempt to follow. They are disabled, but not dead.

He nearly throws Sebastian out of the way as they rush out of the narrow opening and into the open square, and the Aesir turns on his heel to face the oncoming trio of undead beings fumbling helplessly after him. It takes little effort to focus his energy, meditate on the powers of Tyr for battle and Skadi for power, calling forth his strength to be channeled through his staff into a blast of icy light that pierces through the Nightmares. They scream in agony before the wind carries their evaporating remains away into the night.

Loki's chest heaves beneath his armor, which hardly budges against his panting breaths, making him look still and reserved. He is, in fact, a little relieved. Either that was deceptively easy, or he's getting better at this.

He turns to look upon Sebastian. He knows not of the effects the Nightmares could have left on the human, and he's...actually concerned, but refuses to let it be shown.

"Are you hurt?"

[dulcet_cellist]

Loki's voice is muffled by the whooshwhooshwhoosh in his head. He thinks maybe it's the sound of his own heart beat, but it's in rhythm with the throbbing ache in his head.

It takes Sebastian a moment to realize he's on his hands and knees. Another moment to feel the pain where he landed against the cobblestone. But it's nothing compared to the all consuming terror, the thousands of white hot needles, being burned from the inside, the stench of rot and decay, the suffocating and crippling torture of being trapped by a Nightmare. His stomach turns at the memory and his arms shake violently with the effort to not lay down right where he is and feel the cool stone against his cheek.

Sebastian squeezes his eyes shut, focuses on moving, slowly, sluggishly trying to get to his feet.

"I'm...f-fine."

The words come out raw and dry and he realizes the screaming in his head had been his own.

[thispoisonousdream]

Loki has done wonders for separating himself emotionally from everything, finding it much safer in this mad, bad universe full of beings who will lie to you for their own benefit and discard you freely. It had been a painful metamorphosis, but the god of mischief has seen it as drawing strength and shedding a part of himself that had been so raw and vulnerable.

And for the first time in something like a year, Loki feels concern bubble up within, as he stares down at Sebastian helpless on the ground. Loki stalls, lost as to what to do now. He has fought the Nightmares, vanquished the threat, won the battle... Everything should be fine now.

Right?

"You don't seem so," Loki remarks, moreso to make a weak attempt at arguing with him; it's what they do best, after all.

But Loki can't simply leave it at that, bid Sebastian good night, and go back to his duty. He has no idea what those monsters have done to the human, and from the look of it, it's rather serious. Loki could see something cracked inside this mortal, something soon to break if pushed appropriately, and it is almost certain that Sebastian has breached the breaking point. The Aesir glances about he empty square, as if nervous over being caught for doing something worth being embarrassed over.

Almost reluctantly, Loki kneels down beside Sebastian, and without forewarning reaches and takes the young man's face in his hand to get a better look.

But Loki's hold isn't aggressive, like it always has been.

Loki's eyes search Sebastian's openly with a confident gaze. "What did they do to you?"

[dulcet_cellist]

"I'm fine."

This time the words come out weak, wrapped around a broken sob. He doesn't feel the tears slip down his cheeks. He doesn't feel the desperate grip he has on Loki's arm. He feels his skin peeling away. He feels bones breaking. He feels excruciating pain and things crawling beneath the surface, between bone and muscle. He feels them in his head. He feels the unfathomable loneliness of isolation, an eternity's worth in a split second.

And that had only been the begging. Before he forgot what hell was like and found himself trapped in a never ending loop, on the edge of losing his mind forever. Before Loki found him.

[thispoisonousdream]

With Sebastian's face cupped into his hands, Loki leans back slightly in alarm while the human begins to cry. Well...now what?

Growing up, Loki didn't observe the best responses to someone who was distraught. He had never seen his brother cry -- when hurt, Thor acted on rage over a bruised pride. When Loki himself had been brought to tears Odin was always wise and understanding, while Frigga was gentle and attentive.

Loki's body stiffens as his mind thrashes around for a solution, for some way to make Sebastian stop crying. His hands move to the mortal's shoulders, gripping him firmly, but...kindly.

"The monsters have gone, but if you linger on them, they will continue to terrorise you, Sebastian."

Eyes flick all over Sebastian's face, as if he will find answers written on the poor boy's forehead. What is it that he is feeling, or perhaps seeing?

"Sebastian...look at me." Loki's eyes are focused on Sebastian's, determined. The human needs an anchor to reality. It's impossible to get coherent answers and details, and without insight, there is only so much Loki can do.

[dulcet_cellist]

Sebastian can hear you Loki. Just barely over the screaming in his head. But when his eyes meet yours, a reaction more than a conscious effort to respond to your words, he isn't seeing you. He see's them.

Stripping him of his skin as they morph into familiar faces, torn and bleeding and full of rage he has never witnessed in his loved ones before. Not human. Just pretending to be to torture him.

And it's working. All over again as he struggles to see past the images, past the tears, past the pain. He's trying to see you, Loki.