REMEMBER ME (Loki x Alina x Fandral)

Valhalla calling

The lean figure was sitting over the edge of the large bed, watching the small lump buried under a blanket. She was shivering. She was barely conscious-the tugging feeling of being pulled into the real world by a different presence slowly setting in. her mind was having a hard time processing everything.

"How did you sleep? He asked, as if everything was normal.

"Okay, I guess..." she whispered, barely audible.

He laid his flat palm against your forehead. His hand was cool. She smiled and leaned into his touch, although she knew he was only doing it to see whether if she has a fever.

"Hmm... why did you sleep on my bed last night?" she asked. It hurt to talk, actually, she barely recognize her own voice.

"Since it was only one bed. So here I am." He exclaimed.

"Tell me we did nothing last night?" she rasped.

"I didn't." He answered. Actually when Loki was with her, He doesn't want to do a lot of sleeping. But he didn't tell her.

"Care to tell what was your nightmare?" Loki braced himself for what was coming.

She hesitated. "Valhalla was calling me." Loki dropped his smile. He brushed his forehead with his left palm. She noticed him.

"I'm fine Loki."

"You looked fine, but you were NOT fine." He snapped.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to shout at you." he was angry but he tried to keep his temper. Loki was not angry with her, but he was angry with himself. How his foolishness has bring her near death.

Loki was thinking, he was once ever learned about ancient magic. The powerful one, even can bring someone from the death. Probably it could be worked on her. He has to bring her back to Asgard. He doesn't care if it means he will be dragged to the dungeons or they will swing the axe to him.

She looked into his eyes, unintentionally hypnotizing him. "Loki, you've been quiet all the time? What are you thinking?"

"I've been thinking, I'll take you back to Asgard. I have to do something to heal you."

"Do you?... What will happened to you if you take me back?" She asked.

"Probably they will drag me in chains, dungeons, or even axe." He said as if it was nothing. Her eyes got widen.

"Fret not, all I ever concerned is you." He said.

Loki brought a plate of food, he took a spoon, fed her, but she decline, the look that sweeps across his features can only mean he knew something's wrong. "You not hungry?"

She shook her head slowly. Her eyes stinging from the tiredness creeping through her. "I'm just a little tired." She recall her memory when Fandral used to fed her. But Loki read her mind. A hint of jealous hit him. What did she see in him? When she could have a God. What is better than being loved by a Prince, and soon to be a King! She need someone strong as her, someone who could return her invincible love. She could be his queen. She would be worthy of everything.

"Let me help you drink." His cool hand slipped under the back of her neck, tilting your head up enough to gently press the glass to your lips and pour the cool liquid down. Her stomach felt full and no point of hunger crossed her mind. He eased her back down onto the pillows. She felt nauseous however.

With every last strength she has, she stormed to bathroom, she tasted blood in her mouth. Loki run after her. She fell limp at his side. Her head wobbled. "Alin, tell me you can hear me." His voice cracked. "...Cold." She whispered. He carried her up in his arms, closed to his chest and walked to front door. He had to bring her back.

She was desperate, dying. She knew today was about to the last she had. Death and she were old friends. She could recall how many times, she nearly being death.