growing pains, pt 2
Part 1 was posted yesterday :) warning: some gore, angst, self-harm? In a way?
It was easier when he didn’t think about it. The nubs had broken through his skin, and were reddened at the base, healing slowly. Above, the skin was thinner, smooth and silky and dry, almost the same in colour as his face; but the shape of it was wrong, all wrong.
So he didn’t think.
He grabbed the metal file with both hands, closed his eyes, and placed it directly over the left nub. And then he pressed down.
The screeching sound made him startle, even before he registered the pain. The file was large and rough, and it split through the skin immediately. He forced his eyes open and watched, terrified, at the trickle of blood running down his face.
No, Loki thought stubbornly. It wasn’t his face, it wasn’t his blood, and it wasn’t his *horns*. All he had to do was get rid of them.
He set to work, again. His hands were heavy and wooden, fingers gripping the file but reluctant to move it. But he would grit his teeth and get through this.
He managed a few more moves before he was crying too hard to continue. It wasn’t his fault that it hurt so much…
All his efforts had amounted to was a split-open wound, with visible bony root of the horn, welling with blood. The right nub seemed almost tame in comparison: although unnatural, it was still healthy and unbroken.
Loki gasped for air like a fish, trying to hold back his sobs. He couldn’t walk outside like this, or everyone will know.