The Midnight God

Chapter Nine: The Dream

I woke with beads of sweat running down my face, a clear sign that I did not have peaceful night. The last thing I remembered about my dream before I woke was me falling from a great height and landing on something very hard, followed by the feeling of immense pain. I told you that this would have happened. I had had I nightmare. While my head was still on my pillow while I tried to replay my nightmare I felt a hand on my shoulder. I quickly turned around, a reflex of such. I did not find an Axe murderer or a serial killer, but I did see the figure of a man. A figure I knew too well, my midnight God.

I sat up and turned my light on to confirm what I saw, Loki was sitting on a stool, in his pyjamas we brought now holding my clammy hand. "You alright?" he whispered so gently trying not to startle me. "Yes just a bad dream, you?" I could see from the bags under his eyes that he has not slept. "Honestly, tired. I woke minutes before you started whimpering, I came in to check if you were okay then I ended up staying the night in your room. I did fall asleep once or twice but as soon as I felt you clasp my hand I woke up." Did he stay up all night because I was having little bad dreams? I guess so. "Hey you should go get some sleep." I told him. "I will as soon as you are I will go back to my room." as I felt so sorry for making him stay up all right because of me I pulled the covers up over my shoulders and started trying to get to sleep. I could still feel Loki's hand on my shoulder but I didn't hear him speak.
I could not get to sleep on command so it was taking me a while to even feel sleepy but I guess Loki could tell that as well. As before I knew it I heard him start singing a lullaby.

For some reason I thought I had heard it before but from the type of lyrics I would have guessed it was from Asgard. The lullaby was working though as minutes after Loki began singing it I was tired and eventually off to sleep. Right before I did go into deep sleep I thought that I was singing along to the lullaby myself.

The light from the morning sun coming through my bedroom window was what woke me. It was nice being woken by something like this and not an alarm or u some nightmarish version of what happens that day, but it was Sunday so I did not really care how I was woken.
I sat up in bed and read through my phone messages, all from Jodi asking if I was okay, and how it went at the hospital. I replied with 'I am fine, do not worry have a good day! Xx H' When my stomach began rumbling I started walking down the stairs, trying to go as quietly as I could. When I reached the bottom I realized I was still wearing my pyjamas, white top and black bottoms. My pyjamas were nothing special that I would not mind Loki seeing me in. Only when I did get down stairs to the kitchen I found that the kitchen was not touch. Nothing had been moved or even a crumb on the side new from last night. Loki must not have taken up yet. That was strange, he is usually up, dressed and eating breakfast by the time I drag myself down the stairs. Just to let him sleep in I got myself breakfast and before I went to see if he was actually sleeping I made him breakfast as he had made me breakfast so many times and laid it out on the kitchen table. I left a note next to the bowl of cereal that said "You were asleep, I made breakfast. I will be in the Living room watching TV if you need me. Do not bother getting changed I am not going out. Hanna"

My leg was still hurting from yesterday's fall and if I called into work and told what happened then I would get rest of the week off for rest. I already had my crutch with me but I did not really like using it as it would imply that I would imply that I was in no state to be walking around. I could walk around on it but I would have to keep stopping as it would start to hurt if I put the pain killers to their limits. I settled on the sofa and turned on the television. I sat with my left leg propped up on a chair I brought from the kitchen and my laptop on my lap. This is how I would usually spend my free time. I was sitting not actually watching the television on my laptop reading through my Facebook, eating my breakfast. From how much I would like to be watching television with Loki as we always have different opinions on things such as how an episode of Sherlock will end or if he is or isn't the father.

It was half past eleven when I decided that it was too late for Loki to be sleeping in. I knew I had to wake him up otherwise he would have missed breakfast and possibly lunch. I went to the kitchen and placed his plate on a tray along with a glass of water and without using my crutch as my leg seem to be less painful to walk on now. When I reached the spare bedroom door I steadied myself so that I did not drop the breakfast tray when I opened the door. I got a solid grip on the door handle and turned it and entered. Now with two hands on the tray I would have to be steadier with nothing to lean on. I put the tray the bedside unit and tried my best not to wake him. I laid the bowl and cup off of the tray so that I could take it back down stairs. That is when I started to laugh. It was funny as I could see me, walking in my high heels before I fell. Like Jodi and Loki said I was unsteady and almost Looking like I was about to fall, but the image inside of my head was not from an outsiders point of view. It was from Loki's point of view.