Freya

Chapter 19 Nightmares

"Dream"

- Freya! Can you please open the door??

- No Frey! Not this time, what you did today was just... I can't forgive you just like that.

- I know what I did was wrong and stupid, but you and I know very well what would have happened if I hadn't done it.

- So you mean that beating your sister half unconscious because Christopher threatened to do it on you instead is something okey!?

I scream losing the control over my shaking hands. My split-up lip hurts, well basically my whole body hurts but my heart hurts the most over what my own brother have done.

- Oh little sister, you still don't know the difference between being mean and kind is? Fine, if you don't open the door for me then I'll have to do it myself.

"What did just happened to Frey's voice??"

The door makes a 'click' sound and it glides open.

- What the h....

"End of Dream"

I'm halfway out of bed when I realize that is was all just the bad dream again. It's the third time in a row this dream have shown itself and I can't understand the meaning of it. What I just dreamed about would never ever happened. Frey would never cross the line of the few rules I had.

And how his voice changed from his normal soft girlish to so dark that is almost was a growl that scared the light out of me every time I heard it. I have hear him use that voice before but only to people that he thought went over the line or didn't understood what 'Back off' meant. But he promised me to never use that voice on me nor the family. So what is it the dream want to say??

All of sudden there is a loud knock on my door and I realize that I have been screaming my way out of the dream. I must have woken the whole castle up if not Odin from his Odinsleep.

-Freya! Please open the door!

Comes the voice of my carrying brother Loki. And this time he sounds terrified. With shaking hands I managed to wave the spell on the door that makes it to open up, and with a 'click' sound the doors goes open and Loki rushes in with fright written all over his face. If the circumstances would have been any different I would have been lying on the floor laughing my head off because Loki's choice of clothes.

His normal black and green leather dress as I prefer to call it and that pathetic helmet of his. If he wouldn't have the helmet on then I wouldn't have laughed but he looks so stupid in it so I can't help that I laugh when I see him with it on. But now it is as it is and I feel the panic and the realization of what I may have done hits me as a hard punch to my stomach and a I stumbles back down on the bed and curl myself to a out of control shaking ball. It doesn't take long before I can feel Loki's strong but some what cold arms wraps around me and I crawl closer to him. When I look up to meet his eyes I can't keep my tears from falling and I start sobbing into his chest making his black shirt wet.

"Didn't he had his 'dress' on when he got he first?"

- Freya, oh sweet little Freya. What is it that makes you this sad??

My 'Oh' so carrying brother says.

- I miss him Loki, I want Frey here with me.