Prisoners of Love [Rated R]

Thor was quickly rushed to the hospital section of the Prison, seeing as they didn't want to give the prisoners the best medical attention if they were sent here for murder. Though due to his age, the prison was forced to take good care of Thor, even if he had killed several people.

He had been placed into surgery quickly, needing to get the gashes in his stomach stitched up before anything else could be done to him. After that, with the anastetic still working, they stitched up his skin and let him lay on a hospital bed, hooked up to varying machines.

Charis spent the next three days in solitary, crying out for Loki, Thor, and Rokiri, his questionable sanity pushed to its breaking point.

Rokiri sighed, growing lonely and depressed. But he knew he couldn't relieve the pain like he usually did with being in a straight jacket and his razor blade gone. All he had to go by was crying out for Charis and mumbling apologies to Loki/Thor.

[[One week later]]

Thors wounds were healing rather slow, seeing as he had lost quite a bit of blood from the incident. He was still out of it and connected to only a few machines now. One for breathing, an IV for blood and one to feed him through a tube. Though this time, the tube feeding was a bit better.

A sad, thin-looking Charis stood by Thor's bed, occasionally stroking at the boy's hair. By all outward appearances, Charis looked like the spell in solitary had done him good, making him stable, but there was a hungry, angry look in his eyes.

Rokiri had only came by a escort, the same nice guard who had taken him away to get medicated in the first place. He hated those drugs and what it did to him. It did him more harm than good.

Then he was getting punished by doing something that those damn pills had made him do in the first place. He couldn't win.

Thors breathing was soft and slow, seeing as it was controled by a machine untill he could regain full conciousness. One thing for certain though, no one had even bothered to wash the boy during his stay. None of the nurses wanted to touch him because of their fear.

Charis took one look at Rokiri and snarled. "Get away from him!" he growled, directing his anger at Rokiri for the first time. Charis' moods had always been fickle, easily projecting love and hate on other people, but he'd never been so changeable towards Rokiri.

Rokiri flinched and pulled back, fearing that he'd be beaten up again. "I'm sorry... I just wanted to see if he was doing better." He whispered hoarsely.

Charis laughed, a nasty sound like a crow cawing. "You wanted to see if he was doing okay? OKAY!?" he laughed. "You fucking STABBED HIM!" Charis launched at Rokiri, fists flying. "You said nothing would ever hurt him again and you STABBED HIM! LIAR!" his assault didn't last long; a nurse quickly pulled him away.

"I know. I don't deserve to be near him right now but I feel rotten for what I did. I didn't mean to hurt him... The drugs were fucking with my head and he looked like my father. When I saw him ontop of you like that, when you shouted 'no' just like my sister used to when he raped her, I just...snapped." Tears poured down his face, looking at Charis helplessly. "I-I didn't mean to hurt him...You have to believe me."

"Go away!" Charis screamed, even as he was restrained. "You promised! PROMISED!"

"No! I'm not going away until I can apologize to him!" Rokiri snapped, slapping Charis across the face. "Stop being so damn childish and listen for once! I made a mistake and I want to correct it!"

"Saying you're sorry doesn't fix STABBING HIM!" Charis lunged forward, out of the nurse's grip and tackled Rokiri to the ground. "How could you!?"

"I just told you how! It was a accident! I was protecting you!" Rokiri whimpered and looked away. "Go on ahead and hit me, I deserve it."

Charis wailed unhappily as the nurses got their grip on him again and a guard dragged him back to solitary. "But you promised!"

Rokiri growled and shoved the guard away from Charis, holding him protectively. He kissed him softly, not caring about who saw. "I know I promised... And I feel bad for breaking that promise but there's one promise I'll never break. And that, my dear, is protecting you."

The kiss seemed to be like some kind of magic button and Charis melted into he embrace, whimpering like a lost puppy. Kiri had protected him from the guards!

Rokiri held Charis tighter, not caring what the guards did to him. Even as they beat him to try to pry them apart, he shielded the blonde.

Charis kept snuggling his Kiri, his anger apparently completely forgotten

Rokiri snuggled back as best he could among the bruises and broken ribs he now had. The guards finally gave up and simply put them both in Charis' room thanks to the advice of the nice lady guard.

Thor twiched his fingers, half awake after all of the commotion that had happened around him. One of the nurses noticed the boys movement and injected him with a medication to keep him in a sleeping state while he heals.

Charis purred and rubbed against Rokiri before tugging on his hand. "Let's go see Thor now," he suggested happily, the episode entirely forgotten.

"No, I rather not... He'll hate me now. And my side really hurts." Rokiri whimpered. Even with the bandages that were put on him, his three broken ribs still hurt a lot.

"NO!" Charis said stubbornly, grabbing Rokiri's hand and tugging him down the hall. "I wanna see him!"