Fear

Make a choice

Loki's voice woke you up in the middle of the night. He was trashing around in the bed, shouting.

You crawled over to him.

"What's wrong?" you asked, but he didn't answer. His eyes were closed and he was sweating and groaning. You shook him gently, but he didn't wake up. Instead, he muttered some distorted words and rolled away.

"Loki?"

He rolled back and shouted something you didn't quite catch, but then he whispered something with a clearer voice;

"I don't want her to go..."

"Loki?"

"Please... Don't make her go, I need her..."

You raised your voice and shook him again.

"Loki?"

His eyes shot open. He grabbed you by the shoulders and pulled you down to rest half on top of him, half on the bed in some kind of embrace. He was holding you close and refused to let you go when you tried to move, so you stayed in that position despite it being uncomfortable.

"Don't leave me," he whispered and pulled you down next to him.

"I won't," you whispered. He smiled faintly at you and held you tightly. You lay like that for a while before Loki spoke again.

"I dreamt you left me. I don't want you to leave me."

You reached up and kissed him lightly.

"I will not leave you," you whispered and cuddled up against him. He held you tighter, shaking slightly.

'Is he crying?'

"Loki?"

"Darling?"

His voice was thick, like he was trying to hold tears back.

"Are you alright?"

"As long as you are here I'm fine."

You smiled and kissed him again, then you laid your head down next to his and after a while you felt him relax and his breath steady. Calmed by his chest rising and falling slowly under your arm, you fell asleep.

Light knocking on the door woke you up in the morning. Loki's arms were still around you, holding you close and preventing you from moving. He was asleep, breathing slowly.

You took a deep breath and snaked your way out of Loki's embrace and out of the bed. As you didn't have any clothes, you pulled Loki's tunic over your head and headed over to the door to open it. It creaked a little as it swung open and revealed a young servant with a tray which was far too big for her tiny arms. The tray was loaded with food, food which looked delicious to you.

Your stomach grumbled when you saw the food and the delicious smell of freshly baked bread reached your nose. You took the tray from the girl, who smiled thankfully and stretched her arms.

"Lady Eir told me to tell you that she would like to see to Prince Loki's wounds when you've woken up, miss. Should I tell her you are awake?"

You looked over at Loki, who was still sleeping. He looked adorable as he lay on his side with a peaceful expression on his face.

"I don't want to wake him..." you said absently, still watching Loki sleep.

"It is alright, miss, Lady Eir said she could wait."

"Good, thank you!" you said and nodded to the tray in your hands. The girl smiled and hurried away and you returned to bed after placing the tray on the table next to the bandages.