Lowkey [Loki FanFic]

The Nightmare

Hey! Back again! I just finished the whole story on Google Docs! The sequel is in process! Ok, here we go! :D

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I woke up. Startled and alarmed as almost every morning. It was a dream. Again. The same one. Almost every night. It was not a nightmare or a dream. It was not scary or wonderful. It was confusing. It was very short too. I would be in the kingdom garden, just drawing and listening to the little birds sing. I would sit there for awhile. Then, as the dream went on, you could tell that I was starting to look, blue. Not that kind of blue, I mean yes I was sad, but I mean the color blue. My lips turned more and more purple and my skin blue. I started to look more depressed than normal. I would look emotionless. I looked even more like a misfit. I looked kinda like.. a Frost Giant. It hurt because I knew I was a frost giant. Father and mother told me.

I got dressed and walked down the hall. Guards saw me and started opening the dining hall for breakfast, but I walked right past them. I did just quickly enough for father to see me through the opening of the doors. I walked out to the garden/park (the one I was in, in my dreams) and sat on a bench. I was the only one there, of course it WAS 5 in the morning.

I then saw a beautiful rose. It was standing ever so lightly and bending to the left at just the right angle. It was white with a little bit of red on the end of every petal and red in the middle. You could not see the middle from my view. I then started to sketch it. I had just drew the stem and thorns and one petal when the sketch pad was ripped away from my hands.

There with my sketching pad in his hands, was Thor. He swayed it back and forth teasing me. "Come on, fight with me brother!" Thor pleaded. I sighed. "No Thor, I don't want to fight with you." "But drawing roses is boring!" He insisted while tossing my precious sketching book in a bush. "Hey!" I shouted. Thor tossed a stick to me. He then struck me in the side with his own. He swung another hit, in which I parried (means blocked). I was proud of my quick reflexes. I quickly glanced at my book to see if I could see any damage. Which earned me a stab in the stomach.

Thor then tackled me. He held me down and laughed at me. I struggled to get free. I grew angry and I just wanted to be left alone, just like everyday. "Get off of me you fat pig!" I screamed. "Fine." Thor sighed getting my pad and holding it out to me. "I'll go fight with Siff, she actually knows how to fight." Thor huffed. I was thrown back. I snached the book out of his hand and started to run into the forest. "Wait!" Thor yelled. "I didn't mean it like that!"

I ran and ran until I got to a tree. MY tree. I had engraved my name in it a few years back. I quickly climb as far up as I could and I sat on the branch. I sniffled and wiped my nose. No, I was not going to cry. I would be tough. I saw the rose that I had began to sketch. It was a little smeared. It made it look darker. There was no color to it except the red outline on the petals. I finished it and smeared it so the rest of it would look dark and painful. It was all alone, like me.

Quickly, I ran back to the castle. I thought that if I was early to lunch, then people would not stop their conversations and stare at me.

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