Thread: Mind and Soul(Avengers) FoxWriter/TamaRose

Loki only tried to wake once during the flight, whimpering while trapped in the midst of a nightmare that was easily soothed away with the promise of his protectors stoll holding him, watching over him. he woke once in the barn, fighting against invisible enemies that only he could see but making not a sound, simply lashing out with frantic hands at darkness and empty air to fight off something that was coming only in his mind. it was a little harder to sooth him back to sleep after that but once he realized his protectors where there he settled into sleep again and stayed asleep until the horrid crowing of a god forsaken rooster woke him from a very lovely dream he was having about an orgy with two very pretty men. he blinked slowly, wondering where he was all the while being very grateful it was so warm wherever they where, though he wasn't very fond of how dark it was. perhaps it was only night time? he hoped they weren't underground. he couldn't stand underground. locked away with no air... he jerked, frightened all of a sudden that he had been buried. buried alive. he sat up, heaving in a great gulp of air and felt all around him, searching for any hint of anything. he found feathers and he shouted in uncontrollable terror tht She had him again and had buried him alive with wings and the pain to mae him suffer until he suffocated to death. he rolled to his feet, bursting free of the feathers and the dirt and rolled down into sunlight and fresh air and hay the fresh smell of some kind of flowers and the shock of the two extremes made him very still for a moment, trying to come to terms with what he had been half dreaming and what was reality. he nearly crawled out of his skin when a chicken strutted past his knee and he back crawled away from it, back to the hay and the two men there, looking for their warmth and reassurance. it took him a moment longer to realize that he had been wrapped in their wings, which was why it had been so dark and warm. he blinked a little, staring at them but not really comprehending, still half asleep and still terrified out of his wits that he might have been buried alive. had that happened before maybe? was that why he couldn't get the idea out of his head? no of course not.... but then, maybe it had. She had made the pain, but maybe she had done other things too. it was impossible to know. not yet, all he could d was try to calm down and wait until he remembered. he wasn't sure he wanted to remember. some part of him, some deep part of him didn't want to remember anything. not a thing. C..Ciel? Loki finally asked, blinking at the two brothers, checking to make sure they really where who they looked like. Cai? he asked, crawling over to them and settling in the middle of them, trembling again, though it was a mix of fear and chill, since he was still wearing nothing. You won't let me be buried alive, right? you won't let it happen? he asked, snuggling into them, though he had tucked his face against Cai, Cai was bigger, stronger, he would do the protecting and Ciel would do the cuddling. at least, that's how Loki thought of it. it was simple but t was all he had until he knew them better, understood them more. after all, if they'd taken him this far, it wasn't like they would leave him, right? they where his, he had found them and they where his. well, they had found him, but it was the same basic principle. they where his and he wouldn't let them leave him. his hands curled into tight fists, clutching Cai's shirt because he knew if one of them was going to leave him it was going to be Cai. and he'd take Ciel and he would be all lone, but he couldn't go away if he didn't let him. it was as close as he could get to pleading 'don't leave me', he wasn't sure they would understand the motion. they might, someday, when they had been together long enough to know. for now, he would play it off as his bad dreams making him extra needy, which was also true.