Beautiful Chaos

{part three | chapter ten}

Lilith stayed seated on the floor for her own good, her arm and her ribs were causing her too much pain for her to fight anymore. She shouldn't have joined in on the fight in the first place. As the three men continued their battle and Lilith coughed and fought to keep herself from passing out, her head still spinning. She should've stayed behind at the airport. Suddenly she thought of Wanda. She couldn't bear to think of what they were doing to her and the rest of her family right now. Her vision was blurry. She blinked hard, trying to clear it, but was unsuccessful. She had to stay awake. She tried pushing herself off of the ground but she was so, so tired and... to fall asleep was such a tempting idea. She watched as her father and her friends fight each other.

Oh, sleep.

Such a peaceful place.

"Lilith." She felt groggy, like she had went to bed late and slept through the whole day. Her brain felt... fuzzy.

"Lilith," The voice said again. It was such a lovely voice, deep and gentle and smooth. She turned her head towards the sound, eyes still closed.

"Wake up, darling," The voice encouraged.

"I don't want to," She protested quietly.

"But you have to." She opened one eye, squinting in the presence of warm, bright light.

"Hi."

"Hello there." The god's dark hair was tangled and frizzy and his plain, black t-shirt was wrinkled. He looked absolutely beautiful. Lilith smiled at him before yawning and sitting up against the headboard of the bed. Streatching her arms above her head, she looked around the room. The walls were painted pale green, matching nicely with the pale white sheets and comforter on the bed and the many, many house plants growing in various pots around the room. The floor was wooden and when Lilith moved to stand, she found that it was cold. A shiver traveled up her spine.

She looked down to see that she was wearing her favorite pajamas. Strange, she usually wore silk slips or a gown in her dreams about the god of mischief. The location was off-putting as well, as they were usually in their meadow or Loki's chambers on Asgard. This was her bedroom at the compound.

Her brow creased as she looked around the room. She felt the bed shift underneath her and she tensed slightly when she Loki placed his hands on her shoulders.

"Loki?"

"Hm?" The god responded, placing a gently kiss on her shoulder.

"Loki."

"Yes, my love," He said, kissing her cheek, "What is it?"

"Something is wrong."

"What's the matter, Darling?"

"I'm not sure. Do you remember the last time we spoke?"

"Of course I do."

"What did we talk about?"

"Well we- You know," He paused to think, "I'm not quite sure, actually."

"Neither am I." Lilith turned to face Loki on the bed, "Give me your hand." The god held his hand out to the young woman, his expression confused. She took it tentatively and ran her finger along the surface of his open palm.

"I... I can't feel you." The god said, his features contorting into an expression between sadness and fear, "Why can't I feel you?"

"I feel you," Lilith said, "You're ice cold. Freezing, in fact."