Powerlessness ( Loki x Reader )

XXI.

If I were a single word what would it be?

Tamed.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

I am Tame.

I've been all my life.

Well kemp. Opaque. Consistently monotonous. Words that come close but don't quite fulfill that four letter hole that fits so righteously for me: Tame.

Tame is me as I am it.

Now what is Tame you might ask?

Tame is domesticated, timorous and meek.

Never bashful, constantly linear, nothing less than a murmured fuss.

I am Tamed when I shower. Tamed when I sleep. Tame when I brush my teeth and eat.

I am Tame when I train. Tame when I study. Tame when I clean my room and leave.

Tame yesterday. Tame today. Tame when the moon spoils and the sun dies out.

I am Tame.

I am Tame.

I am Tame.

I am Tame.

I am Tame.

I am Tame.

~Y/N~

"Well if it ain't much trouble to you, I'd prefer to start off with a skin sample. Do you mind?"

"I-I just would think it'd be better to-"

"Should it bother you so much, my prince- maybe it'd be best you'd wait outside while I do this. Women do tend to be a bit squeamish." Tanner insulted childishly.

Loki scowled. "Excuse me?"

"I'm just saying you've-" I groaned and laid back in my seat.

They're bickering. Great.

Earth or The sanctions of Helix, men really do stay the same.

God, since the start; it seems like every other encounter I've had up until this point has just been me caught in the middle of a dick measuring contest.

Thor and Loki.

Loki and Sengusial.

General Tiagan and Loki.

I giggled to myself.