Asgard's Angel

Visions are seldom all they seem- but that one was pretty dang correct

Angel woke up with a pounding head ache and a sense of déjà vu. 'I am going to need that horse.' She thought, and then winced. "even thinking hurts."

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Angel stared at the goblet, hard. Through her head ache, she reached out with her mind and tried to touch the essence of the goblet. She knew she wouldn't be able to do it, but she had to try. Pushing, she imagined the threads of the goblet's essence, and tried to move them around, to change them and transfigure the metal cup. Her head ache spiked, and she let go, losing her concentration. She took a deep breath, as the pain faded into the background. "Try again." Loki told her.

"I've been trying for the past hour." She said irritably.

"So try harder. You can do this." She glared at him.

"I've been trying me hardest, so obviously I can't." She snapped.

Loki was surprised by her hostility. Usually he had to do something to get people to respond that way.

Angel saw Loki's eyes widen at her tone of voice. A part of her felt bad. But that part was quickly beaten down by her pounding head. She rubbed her temple.

She was doing that thing again, Loki noticed. The thing she was doing last night, rubbing her fingers against her temple while saying her head hurt. Except now she was grinding them in. He quickly made the assumption that more pain=more force used. "Angel," he asked quietly, "are you alright?"

Angel glared at him. "Peachy keen." He blinked at the her strange use of words.

"Your head ache has gotten worse, hasn't it?" She looked at him.

"What do you think?" She snarled, then sighed, reaching to pick up the over turned goblet.

Loki reached for the goblet.

Angel felt electricity shoot up her arm as soon as her finger tips brushed Loki's. Her instincts told her to pull back, but she didn't want him to think anything else was wrong. Setting the glass up, she preparing to try again. Her arm tingled slightly from her earlier contact with Loki. "Angel," she ignored him, trying to concentrate. "If trying to do this makes your head ache worse, then stop doing it." She continued to stare at the goblet, beginning to pick through the threads.

Loki knew Angel wasn't going to give up, even if it killed her. So he walked over, grabbed the goblet, and pulled it away.

Angel felt the thread that tied her to the goblet snap as soon as Loki touched the glass. Opening her eyes, she glared at him. He mock glared back. "Go. Sit. Now." He pointed towards the couch. She winced at the sound of his voice. Loki rolled his eyes. He took her by the upper arm and led her to a seat. "I'm ending your lesson early," he told her, "on account of the fact that you are in too much pain to work." She just looked at him.

"What am I supposed to do then?" She asked.

"Just take it easy. I'm going to mix up a potion to help easy the pain."

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Loki handed her the goblet, filled with a bright red liquid. They had had a small argument, but in the end she had followed his instructions. As unwilling as she was to do as she was told, she wasn't suicidal.

Angel had forgotten how good medicinal potions taste. Earth companies had no idea what fruit tastes like. After she downed the entire thing, the pain hadn't gotten better. In fact, it was steadily getting worse. She looked up at him. "What now?" She asked.