Yep, definitely Loki's kid.

Chapter 8: My Worst Fear... Talking To People...

The song at the top of this chapter is called "Drømte mig en drøm i nat" ("I dreamt a dream this night"). It is a really beautiful rendition of the song that the mystery lady sings in Finnley's dream world thing in this chapter (just realized that that sounds really weird when I actually say it). I highly recommend listening to it (especially as you read the scene where she sings it) because it is just genuinely so beautiful and it gives me goosebumps every time.

Trigger Warning: slight implications of physical abuse in the first few paragraphs
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Soon after I finished explaining my adjustments to the alarm clock and my AI, we look over to the clock and discover that it is somehow 9:24 pm. Ms. Santina is going to kill me...

After quickly discussing that on school days we should come over right after school and stay until 8:30, and on Weekends we can come in whenever as long as we get at least 4 hours in, I and Peter rushed out of there, well more specifically I rushed out of there and had to drag Peter with me. My regular curfew is 9:00, so I am beyond screwed and no doubt have a lot to look forward to when I get back to the orphanage (note the sarcasm).

I speed walk in the direction of the orphanage with Peter trailing behind trying to stay caught up and somehow he is miserable failing. Seriously, he is Spiderman, he should be able to stay caught up with my gay power walk- but apparently not.

Eventually, we get to the street corner where I and Peter have to split up to head home. I half debate just joining Peter and crashing at his place. Aunt May has always loved me and always says that I am welcome anytime and I really do not want to find out what was waiting for me when I got back to the orphanage. But once again, what I thought was very sound reasoning, I decide that I need to go back, I can't leave the others alone with a very angry Ms. Santina. So I grudgingly turn the corner and continue walking to my 'home.'

I will spare you the details of what happened when I got back to the orphanage; I'm sure you have a pretty good idea, and the author really just does not like writing that kind of thing.

After Satan finally got tired, ran out of harsh words to throw at me, which didn't seem possible, and thoroughly scolded me for staying out past my curfew, I was left to collect myself in a heap on the floor.

When I finally caught my breath once again I lifted myself up off the floor, cleaned up the blood, and wobbled up the stairs toward my room.

The moment I opened the closet door, I abruptly faceplant on my dry crusty mattress almost instantly succumbing to a truly exhausted sleep.

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(Start the song here if you would like to listen to it)

The soft sound of the small waterfall is the first sound I hear, it is then followed by the gentle feeling of the sun on my face, next is the feeling of the soft grass on my hands, then the smell of the fresh water and blooming plants, lastly is the feeling of comfort that comes from the lady sitting next to me.

A soft smile bores onto my face when I lean against the mysterious woman that I have learned to love and cherish so much as she begins to sing once again, just like every other night.

Drømte mig en drøm i nat

om silke og ærlig pæl,

Bar en dragt så let og glat

i solfaldets strålevæld

nu vågner den klare morgen

I never really take the time to fully appreciate how much these dreams, or whatever they are, truly mean to me. They provide a constant in my life that I can look forward to every night and bask in the comfort of throughout the day.