𝐀𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝕃𝕠𝕜𝕚'𝕤 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖

Little Dove

The sound of Loki calling your name rang in your ears. It echoed, dragging you out of a deep sleep.

You blink your eyelids open, not yet willing to attempt movement incase it brought on pain. At the moment you felt no affliction, you were surprisingly pain free.

Your head rests on the fluffiest of pillows, and the soft satin sheets you lay on felt heavenly against your skin.

Cautiously you sit up, hoping if you keep your movement slow it won't cause strain on your wounds.

As you get up you realise you're not in an area of the palace you recognise. You steadily stand from the four poster bed, holding onto your stomach in anticipation for the sharp onset of pain. But you stood with ease, and weight baring felt effortless, feeling no discomfort at all.

You look down, no longer seeing a torn or bloody dress, your dress looked just as new. You lift it up to peek at your stomach, remembering Munnin clawed at your flesh. You gasp when you see no wounds.

Your eyes dart to your hand, smiling ever wider when you notice you've got your finger back. You raise your hand, staring in disbelief at your pinky. Stunned elation filling you.

"Loki, he healed me!" you announced out loud exhilarated

Excitement brewed inside you, eager to find Loki and thank him. But as you walk towards the bedroom door, you take more notice of the room you recovered in.

You look around more closely, studying the unusual decor. The large room was poorly lit, illuminated only by the glow of candlesticks, and a gothic candle chandelier which hung above you, the candles almost burned down to their wicks.

The gloomy decor of the high ceiled room was not a style you've seen in your wanderings around the palace. You thought it was odd that Queen Frigga would deviate from colourful stately pieces. Asgard palace being known for bright regal furniture, adorned in every room.

Yet this room was dark, purposely furnished with blacks, greys, and deep reds, the odd hint of emerald green popping up in the form of cushions, and throws.

The tall windows had simple wooden shutters rather than luxurious drapery. Even the sunlight was forced to stay outside, the panels against the windows purposely kept the room dark.

You hear a fire crackling, yet the ornate fire which lies on the other side of the room was strangely unlit. It lies full of black soot having not been touched in a while, yet the room was oddly warm.

You call out to Loki starting to feel anxious, as usually you'd hear scuttling of palace staff, noisy chatter or clanking of the guards armour as they walk the halls. But you hear nothing.

Fear reared it's ugly head, your mind plaguing you with scary thoughts when staff didn't come to your aid. None acknowledged your presence, no matter how much you yelled out.

You felt flustered, frightened, and usually at this point you'd feel your heart begin to race. But you had an odd emptiness within your chest, almost as though your heart was missing. 

You slowly lift your hand to your chest placing your palm flat against it. You still your body and listen intently.

Tears begin to well in your eyes when you hear nothing, feel nothing. In a panic you run on the spot, jumping up and down whilst still holding your chest.

You expect to feel your heart pounding with exercise, yet, you still feel that empty void. No vibrations or thumping beats.

Panic began to settle, overriding all emotions as realisation hits you. You have no heartbeat.