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He fidgeted slightly so he could get in a more comfortable position. Knowing that he might be here a while before the other would trust him on any level. Stroking the Gods hair didn’t do much but hopefully it eventually would. He had used it many times before to calm people before they… well, became his dinner. Though not tonight. This one wouldn’t be his meal. he wanted to claim him as one of his own. He’s not sure why but he does.
Blinking a few times when the other looks up but not directly at him. Pale milky white eyes is what he sees. The other is unable to see. It made him wonder how he even managed to get out here. Stopping the stoking he placed his hands softly on the others cheeks and wiped away the tears that had fallen along with ones that where falling.
“Are you going to speak?” He questioned softly. “If not that’s fine, but before you decide to go mute on me, do you want to leave this place for now? Before anyone else decides to show up?” Baby steps. That’s what he had to take. Baby steps and try to coax the other to speak to him. Even just a few words at a time instead of stumbling over words or begging for forgiveness.
Pale eyes searched for the other, wishing in everything that was good, that he would suddenly get his sight back and he’d be taken out of this ever-lasting darkness that seemed to consume his vision all the time now. It was still too scary. Too much like the void and he continued to feel as though he was falling - falling yet not at the same time, able to feel the ground under him. Loki knew it could be an illusion, but he just.. the thought wouldn’t occur to him. It felt too real. Too scary for him to even think about thinking such a thing. Maybe that was an odd thing to say, but it was most definitely the truth. No. This man.. and the others. They all felt real. So it couldn’t be fake.. could it?
Blinking at the sudden fact that the stroking in his hair had stopped, Loki only ended up flinching when the other touched his cheek and wiped away the tears as more tears continued to fall. Loki would cry himself into exhaustion. This he knew, but he couldn’t take his mind off the other. This man was being so gentle with him that Loki subconsciously leaned into the others touch without even realizing what he was doing, a small sob leaving his mouth in the process.
Oh, how much he just needed the comfort. The gentle touch of a simple man. Sometime to trust with his head and heart without it being shattered in two, but most of all, protection. This man was protection. Gentle protection that truly liked to be so gentle with him that he would not hurt him just like those men did, and like it was just waiting to be released, the rational part of Loki’s mind clicked and he understood now. Now he understood the other wasn’t going to hurt him, but that fear came back in seconds wondering why. Why wasn’t he being mean. So mean like everyone else. He didn’t understand.
He was too lost in thought to really realize the other was talking at first, and before he knew it, the other’s words filled his head and he could hear the voices of the Chitauri plaguing his mind some more - though don’t blame Loki, he still didn’t even know it to be them. Their voices chimed through his mind, taunting and telling him to flee, not because the other could be horrible and could kill him, but because they knew. They knew that this man was not going to hurt him. They knew.
But, he truly did want to get away from this place. Somewhere where no one could find him, no matter what happened and where. He just wanted to feel safe. Have some kind of sense of belonging and sense of protection and in some part of his mind he knew the other would give it to him, so Loki nodded. He actually nodded lightly at the other in response. He wanted to go away. To get away from this place. Now.
Clint could tell the guy was more than a little spooked, his eyes telling him everything. It wasn’t hard to miss. Being a top notch secret agent, you learn to read people, good for situations where it could mean life or death. Which from the looks of how skittish the taller man was, the archer figured he was just lost. There wasn’t a whole lot he was getting from this guy, not where he belonged, where he was going, just plain lost.
He set his papers down, holding his hands in the air, “I’m not going to hurt you.Are you lost? I can help you find where you need to be.” He offered a smile and his hand, “I’m Clint. And you are?” The closer he got the more he could tell how scared the man was and also looked to possibly be injured, the way he was holding himself, but he could be wrong. The agent took a small step closer, trying not to scare him off, being careful with his body language. One wrong move and this guy was gonna dart like a deer in the woods.
Dull emerald orbs stared at the other, that fear coming off Loki in waves continuously. He was not understanding what was going on. He didn’t know where he was, or why he was there. He didn’t know who the other was. Loki was generally confused and he wasn’t even sure what he could do. But, in the insane little once-god’s eyes, the man in front of him could do so many things that could hurt him. His mind was reeling back and forth between reality and memories and things that could and should be — The fact that not only was he being found by too many people, but also the fact that he wasn’t supposed to be here. Wasn’t supposed to be on Midgard. They could find him there.
They’ll find you.
It was like ringing in the ears. The voices that plagued his mind never stopped. Repeating the same things, trying to push him to do things he didn’t want. Loki tried despreatly all the time to push them away. To make then stop. Sometimes his own thoughts replied back in a mantra, yet it wasn’t to the voices, more to himself. He needed to keep himself sane, yet he knew that last little bit he had left was gone. Whatever sanity he had left was gone and this - this scared and terrified and injured and insane being just.. he couldn’t handle so many things. He had too many attacks at the smallest things. Flashbacks that he truly thought was real, unable to depict reality from and illusion set from the mind trying itself to make him whole again, yet doing a terrible job. Maybe it was his own fault he was crazy. That everyone liked to hurt him. Maybe it was his fault that he was made for an eternity of suffering and confusion. He didn’t know, but he wanted all the thoughts to go away! But they wouldn’t and he knew that.
Swallowing deeply, Loki continued to watch the other carefully, flinching both when the other raised his hands to show a silent surrender, and when he held his hand out. He truly thought that he was to be.. hit. He was so used to it. So many times had it happened to him that such reaction was normal. It happened automatically and the fear started to double when he did it because he knew — knew that something was there. Something to hurt him. What, he was not sure. Maybe it was his own mind, or something even more terrifying. He wished for the latter of the two.
When no hand came to hit him, Loki stared with those wide dull, yet fearful emerald eyes, taking a couple steps away from the other as he had advanced on him. He didn’t know what to do. It was so scary and he could feel blood within him turn to ice; certainly the fear was most definitely real - it was obvious, yet the fact that he didn’t even know he was showing it took a toll on Loki. He didn’t know what he was doing.. Was that a bad thing..? He didn’t know, but it didn’t matter. He just.. He just didn’t want to be hurt. He didn’t want the pain both emotionally and physically. In truth, that was all he was trying to avoid here.
“L-L-Loki..” He had replied after the silence was too much for him to take, his voice hoarse and scratchy and dry yet it cracked as well. He was truly so… scared. His heartbeat had even picked up in that notion.. Oh god, he needed to get away from here, but he wasn’t sure if he should truly.. run.
Steve’s arms stayed protectively around the other, his pace slowing a bit, as he was just trying to make the other feel safe. He knew how terrified he was, even if Loki wouldn’t admit it to him. Why would he admit it? When you’re terrified out of your mind, you don’t just let anyone know how scared you are - especially if you’re trying to protect yourself. It would be dangerous to do that.
Fear was always a dangerous thing to admit. Actually, most emotions were fairly dangerous to admit, and if you didn’t feel safe, you wouldn’t admit them. That was just human nature - though, the behavior evidently was not limited to just humans.
Steve continued on with the other, eventually finding the hospital and admitting him into it. His injuries were too bad not to. He’d stay by his side as long as they would let him - which would be a while, despite the fact that due to the severity of the injuries, they didn’t have to stay in the waiting room.
“I’m not going to leave you here alone.” Steve said calmly to the other, assuring him of what he knew the other feared. “Everyone here will help you. If anyone tries to do anything else, I’ll be here to stop them. You just need to focus on getting better, alright?” He looked into the other’s eyes, only hoping that the other understood that he was not an enemy. He didn’t need him to trust him, or to think highly of him - he just wanted the other to know that he was not the enemy in this case.
The longer the other carried him, the more Loki’s mind began to reel, gears turning and breaking his own thoughts repeating the same word over and over every once in a while almost in mantra —
Though, soon after thoughts of how it could be a trick played and his mind took turns believing the other was there to help and believing that the other was his protector to believing that the other only wanted to hurt him. Pass him onto someone else so they could hurt him and he could watch. These were not normal thoughts, yet Loki.. was not normal. He never had been, whether it meant his race, or thoughts, or the way he did things. He was just never normal, so how could he be now? It didn’t matter. No, what mattered now was what was going on.
As soon as Loki felt the atmosphere change, He gripped the other tighter and would not let go for the world. He could feel more people around him. People surrounded him and the other and Loki’s body began to shake violently, not able to stop for the world, no matter how much he tried. He was so scared. People meant pain. He knew that from experience.
No, these people would hurt him and the other would not let them.. would he? Loki looked up with dull, fearful and pain shaken emerald eyes, letting out a small whimper and sob while he was at it.He didn’t know what he was wanting, nor what he was searching for, but those eyes searched the other, lean hands griping the other as strong as he could, yet it was not very strong. His hands hurt, everything hurt and he knew he was more injured then they could see; but it’d only become worse. These people would hurt him.
Only half of what the other said even registered into Loki’s mind, and he shook his head, tears starting to roll down his cheeks once again before he hid his head within the others neck. “N — N-No… P..-Please..” He begged, his voice hoarse and scratchy, cracking at the end. At this point, he was truly only relying on the other to not give him up…