Abusing the punching bag unfortunately did little to ease his sorrows, Loki was now sharing your red puffy face as his tears of distraught and anger mushed into a strange new feeling for him that he could only think to resolve using violence. But violence didn't work, and now he wanted you. Jesus all he wanted was you, to cuddle you, to comfort you, to let you is him softly on the forehead and let you tell him everything was going to be ok. Yet you were the one thing he could never have again due to nothing but his own mistakes. No one was going to make him feel better or try and ease his pain by telling him that he was in the right, because he wasn't, and everyone knew it. The next sorry attempt at forgetting the last few hours that had occurred was liquor, not just any drink, the strongest Asgardian alcohol the kitchens in the palace had on offer. Stealing all but a few bottles he left the room with haste to not be seen or questioned on either his distressed face nor his newfound obsession with drinking himself to death. He carried the bottles up to his room in the hope to find you there. Unsurprisingly you were nowhere to be found, but in your place on his bed is the petite stick of a woman that had been there last, why she was still there after being the sole victim to his outburst of rage- excluding the punching bag- was beyond him and he felt like he was seeing clearly when gazing upon the wretch for the first time in months and he wanted her gone. Storming towards the woman in front of him he aimed to just throw her out, to be rid of her for once and for all, to never have to look at the plague which destroyed the love he had with you, the love you held for him. Before the removing of the hag and solitary drinking could begin however one word was shouted which made him obey immediately, even though it has never made him do such a thing before in his life. "Wait!" she bellowed raising a hand, halting his steps. Bewildered, he looks around, his feet glued to the ground. Shock turns to anger, glaring to the woman on his bed "what witchcraft is this, you wretch. TELL ME!"

It had been a long three hours of you crying in Thor's bed, watching some Midgardian show that would be considered "trash tv" just to briefly entertain the mind, eating an abundance of delicacies such as ice cream and chocolate and any other sweet sensation to soothe the soul. You were hurt and although it was too early for you to be fixed, the distraction was working well. Until it didn't anymore. Because you hadn't the explanation you needed, you deserved. After all his trickery you were only wondering if it was worth it, was he now happy he had only the woman he longed for without you on the side. For your own sake you needed to be told why he felt that you were beyond trust with this information. Despite Thor's best efforts to keep you safe and away from pain, which is one of the qualities you admire greatly about the man, he couldn't stop you from confronting the man who should be the last man you want to see. Yet he is the only one you want to see, the only one that can begin to bring you closure, this is the only way to move on, it may be weeks too soon but why prolong the mourning period of just waiting to see him for the first time in a public setting and losing your shit in front of the world. Just rip the plaster off, bleed a bit, then let the skin do its healing. So here you go. Walking over to his room, you hear voices again, not just Loki's, but... No. It can't be... But it is. Her, there again, with him. You don't even enter the room this time just to over hear their conversation even if it may be the most regretted thing you ever do.

"So if what your telling me is true Erica..." He states hesitantly, there is clearly about half of a conversation you haven't heard but at this point did you really give a damn, no. "How in Hela's name do you rid me of this blasted curse" I'm sorry did he just say, curse?? I hear the serving girl ready her voice, as sarcastic and bitchy as I expected her to sound truth be told. "Well why on earth would I want to rid of this, your mine, you complete my every command, and now I don't have that annoying bitch to share you with. There's no one to stand in my way of being queen" Oh. My. Gods. If you hadn't heard it from the horse's mouth you never would've believed it. From the clear disgust in Loki's voice, he knew about this whole ordeal for probably about thirty seconds longer than you did. Which although you feel pity for his suffering and the fact he has been maliciously taken advantage of, it is completely overwhelmed by the pure feeling of relief that he wasn't betraying your trust like you earlier thought. You couldn't storm in, no matter how much you wanted to, it would give everything away, you had to be sneaky about this. "So what's stopping me from telling everyone your little escapade, and you are nothing but a pitiful maid you shall never make royalty status" His stern voice is enough to fool almost anyone, but not you. It's obvious to you: the slight falter in the end of his sentence, the slight raise in pitch. He's terrified. Unsurprisingly. He has never been outmatched in magic before and he has just found out he has been under the spell of a woman he wouldn't have given a second look to for the better part of a year now. "Well you shan't tell a soul. You couldn't if you wanted to, the spell makes sure of that. And after Frigga's acceptance of Jane, I do not think talking them round to believe you have fallen for a pitiful maid is too far a stretch do you?" Both stayed silent in a standoff of sorts. You had to leave and tell Thor. Maybe if you were lucky you could get back your Loki once and for all 

So here you are, only an hour later, in solemn silence with the king to be. Pondering? Contemplating... Plotting. You were plotting. Thor was ten times as angry as you were on the surface when he was revealed to the truth and he wanted blood. Not just anyone's. Erica's. luckily you were able to calm him before the curse just became Asgard's shortest secret in the whole of time. Thor was utterly useless at magic, and although you weren't a novice, you were nowhere near to Loki's standards. And if she was better than him, you didn't stand a chance. Both of you in knowing, what you needed to do, who you needed to get. But it was risky. There were two options right now. Frigga, a cunning witch, may prove useful but again her limits were at Asgardian magic. Loki had covered the nine realms picking up tricks and spells so simple Asgardian magic seems feeble if not even he was aware he was under such a curse. Yet you knew of no better sorcerer in the whole of the nine realms -not that you had travelled over 4 of them but Loki liked you saying all 9 just because it sounds more impressive- so you both knew... you needed Loki. But you didn't know how much of him was him. From what you knew, she could control his movements on command and speech through the spell. Which suggests that certain commands have been woven into the spell such as "tell no one of the spell", "Obey what the spell caster says". However, it would be impossible to interpret every scenario, so he must have his own conscience with him to a certain extent, because his reaction when- you know- that was genuine. You knew Loki and those eyes where the man you fell in Love with all those years ago.

That evening all of you were sat at the dining room table, quite an eventful day to be absolutely silent at the table, but nothing you could say seemed right. No one else around the table could know about earlier events so you sat next to Loki as you would've done like all the other days when he was shagging that fucking bimbo of a sorceress whore behind yo- no. you need to stop your own train of thought. Getting angry at Loki for something that isn't his fault won't get you anywhere, especially at dinner. But when you see her walking in to clean the curtains in the far corner of the room you can't contain yourself from standing with wholehearted intention to storm towards her, cut her body into a million pieces, rip her head off with your bare hands and feed it to the royal hounds only to apologize to them for giving them such a horrid meal. But in preparation Thor grabs your arm stiffly sitting at the other side of you in case something like this happened with him knowing of your temper. Jane happily agreed to swap chairs with Thor after being made aware of the situation, the big oaf really can't keep a secret for long, can he? The only part of the plan you had to do was get close enough to Loki to whisper in his ear that you know, without losing your temper and killing someone. Possibly the hardest thing you've ever done, until Jane the genius comes over to you and tells you in a hushed voice for only you to hear, "He wants you, both you and her know that, and shes right there. Use it". Oh thank the gods Thor told Jane because instantly you got a motivation to be the most seductive harlot that Asgard has ever seen. Placing a hand on his leg below the table, his breathing quickens slightly as you hear the gasp. All his movements are slight no matter how severe the reaction inside so you learnt to look for it. The slight opening of the eyes. The prolong blink by merely half a second if that. He was not expecting this in a million years. Squeezing his leg to get his attention properly, he clenches his legs together in anxiety, not knowing what to do with himself. You lean over, place you chin on his shoulder and cover your mouth with the other hand. "I know. But I need your help to get you out of this. Me and Thor can't do it alone". Slowly backing away to all Thor's friends jeering, clearly assuming that something X rated had just been whispered and Loki asking to be immediately excused from the table didn't help at all. Everyone expecting you to follow soon after to participate in the "X rated activity" that was just discussed between the two of you, so it was easy enough to keep up pretenses and follow.

"How?". His head lowered. Back facing you.Inside his chambers for privacy, with one hand resting on the bedpost almost tostable himself from falling over. The clear quiver in his voice, no longerkeeping his stoic face with slight adjustments to show emotion. This was thevoice of a crying man. No. of a defeated god. And seeing him like this brokeyou, you had only seen him like this one time before. When he found out hisheritage. You expected him to be distraught by what had happened but not likethis. You ran to his back and placed a hand on his shoulder that you had oncerested your chin upon not long ago. He turned round, head still lowered, tearsrolling down his face, one by one he is unable to stop them but the genuinesmile you see on his face shows that he is willing to let them fall for you. Tobe with you. To have no secrets from you, and for you to still be standing infront of him without slaying him where he stood. That in itself caused all thetears of pain, relief, happiness and anger from the last 12 hours to fall allin one. As the overwhelm of emotions took him, he collapsed onto the bed in aseated position and you were there to elope your arms around his neck, acrosshis shoulders, with no intent of ever letting go. He is your Loki. And you arehis Charlie and there is nothing that anyone can do to change that. Silentlythe two of you embraced, letting the tears fall from your eyes and all theunspoken feelings and words and apologies and regrets and forgives be said butunsaid. It was not wat