Heart of a Dragon Rider (Revised) (Loki x Reader)

3. My Weird Dream

    I found myself high up in the mountains. Gray cliff faces plummeting down into the clouds below. Patches of snow clung to the ground, even now as the sun shined high in the sky. Looking around I doubted I've ever been to this mountain range before. Small pine trees grew vertically. Their trunks planted into any small cracks in the rocks they could find. Other than that there was no other life. No animals, no insects. It was quiet, a chilling sort of quiet.

    I tired to walk forward, only to realize my feet weren't touching the ground. I was hovering a few inches off the ground like a ghost. I must have been dreaming.

    Behind me I heard rocks tumble down the mountain. Knocked aside by something coming my way.

    "Sir," a tiered voice called, echoing off the cliffs. "Are you sure the beast had come this way? Surly nothing that big can travel up here for this long. There simply isn't enough oxygen."

    Rounding the corner a group of men walked in a single file line. All of them wearing armor much like the ones Loki, Thor and their friends were wearing. They were Asgardians.

    "You would be surprised." The leader of the group laughed. "Whenever I go hunting with my father the beasts preferred high altitudes. This is the perfect domaine for them." The leader was obviously important. His clothing a bright shade of royal blue with golden accents and polished leather with intricate designs. He had chocolate brown hair and a well groomed beard with think eyebrows resting on his brow. His sky blue eyes sparked with excitement and youthfulness.

    I stared at the man, feeling like I should know him from somewhere. But I couldn't quite place it. Maybe it was because he was reminding me so much of the Asgardian princes. Thor more specifically. His sky blue eyes reflected that of the golden prince.

    The guard sighed, tired from their trek up the mountain. "You know best sir." He replied, but it was easy to tell him and the rest of the men were wearing down, their feet dragging on the ground with every step they took, knocking small pebbles and rocks aside, sending them tumbling down the mountain.

    The leader on the other hand looked completely fine. He walked with a spring in his step, pressing forward easily. Like hiking up a steep mountain face was an easy warm up for him. Now he was ready for the real work out.

    "There!" The leader exclaimed, jogging over to me.

    I flinched, scared the man had seen me. But he didn't even glance at me as he stopped next to me, kneeling down, running his hand over the ground.

    'Right,' I remembered, I was dreaming.

    The leader picked up a sandy badge scale, the tips fading into white. He studied it with a exited smile on his face. "I knew it came this way!" The leader beamed. "We must be getting close." He stood up and jogged off taking me with him, caught in his wake.

    The guards all grumbled and grunted but, slowly fallowed their leader. Less enthusiastic.

    I floated next to the leader as he jogged along the cliffs, stopping every so often, checking the ground. Looking for things I couldn't see. But every time he smiled, satisfied with something, then continued on his jog.

    Without realizing it his men fell further and further behind, until it was just him. But this didn't deter the man. On the contrary he seamed to be traveling faster and faster still until he came to a steep drop off with no where else to go.

    His men were long gone, either they stopped to catch their breath, or the leader had lost them. Probably both.

    "You really gave my men a good workout today." The man chuckled, talking to the vast open sky. Making me think this man was borderline insane. "But you will have to try harder than that to lose me."