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I jump off the table and grab her by her waist, forcing her to stand directly in front of me. Tilting her chin with a bent finger, I force her to look directly into my eyes.
“Let me help you find her. Or let me help you find the new her. But first, we need to take care of Odin. I know that's the only way you will ever feel safe.”
The ‘All-Father’
I knew that setting Odin up for failure wouldn’t be very complicated, but I didn’t account for it to be this easy. I waited for nightfall before I texted him to meet me at the diner so I could give him an updated report on Nova, but I’d injected him before he even got out of the car. I just used a little Rohypnol, knocking him out. It wouldn’t last long, but it would get him from point A to point B. Mimir and I had moved him over to the passenger seat, and he drove Odin’s car while I followed behind them back to the institution.
“For such an average guy, he’s heavy as shit,” Mimir grunts while dragging Odin into the crematorium. Nova sits on the steel table nearby, picking at her nails and chewing on her bottom lip. The paper crane nestled beside her, never straying very far.
“Nova, Min Stjärna, this is Mimir. I mean, Marcus.” I shake my head, realizing I’ve forgotten to tell her that everyone calls me Loki. Shit. I’ll have to figure that out… and soon.
Nova raises her fingertips and wiggles them in a little wave, but doesn't say anything. She’s clearly trying to get out of her own head.
“Just put him over there and tie him up.” I point to the special equipment we borrowed from The Society. “We will finish this once and for all. No more fucking around. No more letting him fuck with us. This will be the last room that he sees.” I grin and crack my neck from side to side before strolling over to Nova. I push my hips in between her thighs and grab the back of her head, forcing it to my chest. “Just listen to my heart. This is real, you’re real. Just breathe.”
I feel her ease just enough for her shoulders to sag. When did this woman become my safe haven? When did I become hers? And since when am I so at peace with holding her and touching her so freely, without expecting repercussions?
Seeing her little smiles, the way her body relaxes beneath me, or the scent of her hair, has somehow made me feel like I belong here. Every moment next to her gives me the feeling of being home.
“Nova, there’s one other thing I didn’t explain, but I will soon. I’m not hiding it from you, per se, I just haven’t found the best time to tell you.” I speak into her hair.
She nods her head without saying anything. She’s finally at ease. There’s no need to worry her right at this moment.
“Good girl. Calming down at my touch.” I lean down and press a kiss on her hair.
“Okay, Loki. He’s ready.” Mimir has just finished tightening Odin's ropes and is in the process of dusting the invisible grime off his fingers. Mimir walks out of the room, not wanting to bear witness to the horror I’m about to inflict.
Nova looks at him as he turns the corner, then focuses on me. “Loki? What did I miss? Or is this that thing that you will tell me later? Does this have anything to do with why you called him Mimir at first?”
I nod and pull myself away from her.
“Yes, it’s part of that. For now, just go with it.” I turn and walk a slow circle around Odin. “Nova, this will be gruesome, dehumanizing, and disgusting. Are you sure you want to sit by and watch? I won't be upset if you need to go somewhere else for now.”
“I don’t care.” Nova glares at me with such ferocity that I can't help but fall in love with her a little bit more. “I need to see this fuck get what he deserves. I have done things that I never thought I would do, and I don’t feel remorse. I won’t feel bad about this either. Maybe this is who I am. Maybe I crave inflicting violence on shitty people. Hopefully, I can piece together some of the feelings that are keeping me trapped. I know that probably doesn’t make sense to you, but it does to me. Just do it.”
“Okay. Don’t say that I didn’t warn you.”
I have my fillet knife ready, sharpening it slowly, so that when Odin wakes up, he will know he isn’t going to live past what I have planned out for him. Odin’s positioned on top of a spanking table, which is perfect for what is about to become of him. His forearms and calves are strapped down to the armrests, leaving his wrists and ankles hanging freely, and his back is on display and ready for me. The instrument tray is prepped and ready to go, filled with the various items I will need to pull this off.
Nova’s chewing on the sides of her nails with a small gleam in her eyes. It isn’t a gleam of fear exactly, but maybe excitement, perhaps even curiosity. I don’t know if I’ll be able to save her from her demons, but maybe she can join mine. Time will tell.
Just as I finish my thought process, Odin starts to twitch. He’s waking up.
“Welcome to the land of the living. It’s about time you woke up,” I tell him, starting to circle him once more while still sharpening my knife. I move to his head and squat down so he can see me. My pants tighten on my legs as my quads strain against the fabric. “I’ve brought you here to show you the same respect that you have shown Nova. Which is none, by the way. There is nothing you can do to stop what I have in store for you, so just lay there and relax. Well, you won’t relax much, but you should try.”
I chuckle and stand back up. His mouth is gagged, so all he can do is grunt at me, trying to shake his head.
I start by slowly cutting the skin from around his wrist. My plan is to deglove him. The knife slowly sinks into his flesh and the blood pools around my knife as I use precision to make a complete circle. I then proceeded to make a little notch on the side of his wrist where his thumb begins, which will allow me to tear it apart more effortlessly. Setting the knife down, I use my pointer fingers to slide under the skin that I have just sliced. Using my fingers to separate the epidermis from the connective tissue, I pull the skin taut from his wrist to his fingertips, effectively degloving his hand.
Odin’s screaming beneath his gag, but it only sounds like a muffled groan to my ears. Once I start, I barely hear anything else. Dissecting his skin from his hand feels as if I’m peeling a mango. As soon as his left hand is done, I move to work on his right hand, repeating the same motions as the first.
Waiting underneath his hands are buckets that rest on the floor. The liquid lay stagnant beneath. I grab two crates that rest nearby and position the pails on top of them. As soon as I do, his hands sink into the acidic broth. Citric acid permeates his sinew, muscle, and tissue, soaking and burning. I can’t imagine the pain and struggle this is, but it’s definitely fun to watch.
“You will now never be able to use those grimy hands of yours. This will be the only thing you are allowed to touch ever again.” I say with a hint of laughter in my voice.
I look at Nova. She has stopped chewing on her nails, her hands are hidden under her thighs, obviously affected by the method I chose. She makes me chuckle.
“Don’t worry, Min Stjärna. I will never allow this to happen to you.” Giving her a genuine smile, she smirks back, the tension once again leaving her frame. “Oh, Odin. If you thought this was it, you're wrong. We are just getting started!”
