Chapter 1.3 Escape Part 3

The ride out of the states that Svadilfari controlled took about 12 hours, and at every stop, Loki couldn't help but fear the worst. He was worried that Svadilfari found him, that it was just a matter of time before he and Sleipnir were taken back to that dreadful house, locked up away, and abused forever.

His mind drifted back to the most recent time that he was hit, then.

He'd been in bed curled up with Sleipnir when his bedroom door had been thrown open by Svadilfari, a drunken, enraged look on his face. "Get up, bitch!"

His hands were on Loki dragging him out of bed before the omega had time to process what was happening, and he screamed, fighting off his husband. "Wait, wait, Husband I-"

Svadilfari slapped Loki across the face, jarring the omega. "Did you just tell me what to fucking do?"

By this point Sleipnir was awake and the little boy began to cry, crawling across the bed and jumping off of it to Loki's crumpled form. "Don't hurt him!!!"

Svadilfari was grabbing at Sleipnir next, a fearsome scowl on his face. "I'll do whatever the hell I want with him, boy. That's what husbands do." He threw the young alpha against the frame of the bed next, a sickening "pop" resounding throughout the room.

Loki screamed and scrambled to Sleipnir's side, tears pouring down his cheeks. "What did you do?!"

Sleipnir was sobbing in his arms from the pain, and Loki glared up at Svadilfari, the acrid scent of fearsome pheromones pouring out from him. "He's just a child! He was just trying to help me!"

This seemed to be the wrong thing to say, as Svadilfari growled, emitting downright murderous laced pheromones. "I always knew you fucking loved that bastard more than me! You fucking bitch, I saved you! You were nothing before me! Nothing!"

Loki screamed again when Svadilfari grabbed him by his hair, dropping Sleipnir onto the ground, fighting against his husband's hold. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Tossing Loki aside, Svadilfari glared down at their young son, who was sobbing and holding his dislocated shoulder. "All I have to do is make the problem go away, right?"

Loki's heart sank and he rushed to Sleipnir's side, beginning to plead with the enraged alpha. "Husband, Husband please, I-I'll do anything, anything! Hit me instead, hit me!"

Svadilfari paused, looking down at Loki. "Anything?"

"Yes! Anything!"

Svadilfari readied his fist then and punched Loki, sending the omega flying back against the wall.

"MOMMY!" Screamed Sleipnir, trying to stand and run over to him.

Svadilfari stomped on the boy's back then, knocking the breath out of him. "Don't you fucking dare, you little shit."

Loki scrambled in his delirious haze to his husband's side, pulling on his waist and fighting through the throbbing pain. "No! H-hit me, hit me!"

Svadilfari punched Loki again, but the omega held on tightly, continuing to plead with the alpha. "Hit me! Leave him alone! Just hit me!"

The drunk alpha stepped off of the young child, who was struggling to breathe. "I shouldn't have let you keep him."

Loki clung on even tighter to the alpha, his begging turning into fevered pleading. "I-I'll do whatever you want, hit me as many times as you need to, just don't hurt him! I love you so much and I always will, Husband, you mean everything to me! I love you!"

Svadilfari ceased his reckless abuse on Loki, looking down at him. "You love me?"

Loki nodded hurriedly, trying to ensure the drunk alpha of this. "I love you so much, Alpha! You mean everything to me!"

The alpha blinked a few times, processing this. "More than the boy?"

"More than anyone!" Assured Loki. "I will do whatever you want me to do. Just leave Sleipnir alone, and then we can call someone to help him with his shoulder, and I'm yours forever."

The alpha grunted, drunkenly looking over at the weeping boy. "Why does he need a doctor?"

"His shoulder is dislocated. Once he's helped we can return to your room, and you can do whatever you want to me." Explained Loki, trying to reason with the inebriated alpha. "I'll remain by your side for as long as you want me to, Husband."

Svadilfari grunted again, pulling out his cell phone and calling someone. "Thrym. Sleipnir needs a doctor, apparently. Bring one to Loki's room, now." He then hung up and reached out, snatching Loki by the hair. "Time to uphold your end of the bargain, bitch."

Loki bit a lower lip and squeezed his eyes shut to hold back his sobbing, his heart absolutely breaking. Svadilfari wouldn't let him stay to make sure that Sleipnir was okay, and all Loki could do was cry, praying that the little boy would receive the care that he needed.

And then he was brought to Svadilfari's room, where he was beaten and raped until he couldn't even remember his own name.

He was kept away from Sleipnir for an entire week, and the pair lost their privilege of going outside the mansion for the month.

That had been a month ago.

"This is the stop for Lawrenceville. If you have a connecting ticket, please make sure that you have it ready before boarding your next bus." Announced the bus driver, drawing Loki from his mind and that dreadful memory.

He shook his head quickly and blinked back the tears, sniffing and gently shaking his son up. "Wake up, sweetheart. We have to get on the next bus."

Sleipnir groaned in frustration, glaring up at Loki. "I'm tired…"

"You can sleep on the next bus, Sleipnir."Assured Loki, picking him up and standing. Together the pair made their way off of the bus and exited the platform, off to purchase the ticket that would begin to take them further south.

Heading to the ticket counter, Loki pulled a 20 out of his pocket, handing it to the attendant. "Two tickets to Bryceton, please."

"That'll be 30 dollars, please." Chirped the attendant, extending her hand expectantly.

Loki's heart dropped. He only had $100, and that was needed to get him through the next 800 miles. "I-I thought it was 20? That's what it said online."

"For our night trips, a fee of 5 dollars per ticket is applied." Explained the attendant.

Loki cursed, turning away and trying to not panic. He'd planned this trip methodically and had just enough to get him and his son to a specific shelter that was a few states away.

"Sir? Here are your tickets."

Loki looked up in shock, staring at the attendant. "What?"

The attendant smiled softly, handing Loki two tickets. "I've been there before. And someone helped me. Now it's my turn to help you. Here, take the tickets."

Loki teared up, too terrified to believe that this was happening. "A-Are you certain?"

The woman nodded, quickly shoving the tickets into Loki's hands when she noticed that her boss was approaching. "Thank you for your purchase sir, please have a nice day. Next!"

Loki mouthed "thank you" at her and turned, noticing that there was a food counter at the bus terminal. Their bus wouldn't begin boarding for 20 minutes, so Loki kissed Sleipnir's cheek, catching the boy's attention and waking him up. "Are you hungry? It looks like they have some food over there."

Sleipnir perked up, beginning to get excited. "Can I have a hotdog?"

"Of course, you can," Answered Loki, making his way over to the counter. "Two hotdog combos, please."

The counter worker hummed, taking his money and preparing his meal. Once finished, they handed Loki's food to him in a bag, so Loki thanked them, making his way over to a table, not near any cameras or windows, and sitting down.

Right now they were out of Jötunheim's territory and in Helheim's. Helheim was a lawless mob, even darker and more dangerous than Jotunheim, and Loki knew that he needed to be on guard the whole time.

Thankfully, no one bothered them, and right when the announcer called for those getting on the bus to Bryceton Loki stood, handing the ticket counter his ticket, and going straight to the back of the bus, sitting himself and his son down.

"Mommy?"

"Hm?"

"I'm bored…"

Loki sighed, drumming his fingers against his thighs and trying to think of something. "Want to make a story?"

Sleipnir clapped his hands in excitement, grinning up at Loki. "Okay!"

"Once upon a time there was a prince-"

"Who lived in a really big castle! Bigger than everyone else!" Interrupted Sleipnir, which made Loki laugh and ruffle his hair.

"He lived in a big, big castle, and everyone in the kingdom was his friend." Continued Loki, a gentle smile on his face. "But the prince was lonely; all he wanted was for someone to love him."

"Then one day, a big strong knight came to save the prince!" Added Sleipnir. "And he loved the prince a lot!"

"And the knight was so kind that the prince fell in love too, and so they got married and lived happily ever after." Finished Loki, kissing Sleipnir's forehead. "And the big, strong knight protected the prince forever and ever."

"And then they had a lot of children and loved them very much!" Giggled Sleipnir.

"Yes, they did." Smiled Loki, kissing his son's forehead again.

The two went back and forth like this creating various stories until Sleipnir grew bored of this too. Loki did his best to keep his son entertained, and spoke endlessly with him about anything and everything, relieved when the boy finally tired himself out and fell asleep.