Picture is off topic but cute asf so
Your head thudded like the sound of a thousand horses trampling across it with an agonizing pain to the extent you thought your head was being cut open.
"Stop! Stop it!" You screamed and heard a faint cry of pain that grew louder. A sudden sharpness jarred between your shoulder blades and you cried again jerking your elbow towards the figure behind you as thankfully they fell off.
"Get it off get it off!" You screamed grabbing at the thing on your head and it lifted easily. "Gah!" You yelled spent and threw the thing across the room. Your head spun and you cried faintly hearing another voice groan loudly.
"Loki!"
You jerked away with a scream thrashing around your bed. You crawled against the wall seeing a dark figure in front of you and screamed 'no' terrified.
"(Y/N), (Y/N) it's okay it's me," called in a soft voice as two strong arms wrapped around you, you still slightly flailing against them and began to relax feeling the usual cool radiant yet warmth comfort of who you knew to be Loki.
You sighed breathing deeply as your cheeks were coated with tears that Loki kissed away. "It's okay my darling I'm here." He said and you nuzzled your face against his chest.
You cried against his chest and he held you close rubbing your hair softly hushing you and whispering comforting words.
"Loki I'm not immortal," You choked through tears. His worried eyes looked to you. "You will no need of any sort of power, you will not be hurt as long as I am alive to protect you." He said and your breath slightly quivered.
"I don't want to go back to sleep." You sniffed and he rubbed your back. You looked around the room slightly seeing a book on the edge of the bed which you assumed he was reading when he hear- or someone brought him to you.
He followed your gaze. "Would you like to read?" He asked like he was wide awake. You nodded and he picked it up. "Can you?" You asked and he smiled. "Of course." He said kissing your head crawling into bed with you, you laid on his chest and he rubbed your back more as he flipped the book open.
It was a book of poetry, and he seemed to find the perfect poem for the occasion. His strong but soft voice was like music as he began to read to you.
"Fond words have oft been spoke to thee, sleep. And thou hast had thy store of tenderest names; the very sweetest, fancy culls or frames, when thankfulness of heart is strong and deep." He read, glancing at you as you closed your eyes relaxing, the rhythm his hand made on your back never ceasing and he continued.
"Dear Bosom-child we calm thee that dost steep, in rich reward all suffering; Balm the games all anguish; saint that evil thoughts and aims takest away, and into souls doth creep."
He gazed to you as sleep slowly continued to consume you and smiled. "Like to a breeze from heaven. Shall I alone, I surely not a Man ungently made," he paused for a moment hearing you exhale deeply.
"Call thee worst Tyrant by which Flesh is crost? Perverse, self-willed to own and to disown, Mere slave of them who never for thee prayed,"
He looked at you again as you were fast asleep. "Still last to come where thou art wanted most." He finished sitting the book down and holding you close. He softly pressed his lips to your head and whispered.
"Goodnight my angel." As you both fell asleep.
Both unaware that it was not just a dream.
But a vision.
