A Tale of Mischief and Mutants

Loki's Nightmare.

—-Sam—-

I wake up to Loki tossing and turning in the bed I can hear him muttering something. I turn on the lamp by the bed he looks scared. I try to wake him. He startles awake and immediately summons a dagger and puts it to my throat. He's breathing heavily like he's been fighting someone or has been hurt by someone. I see a flash of recognition as he realizes where he is and who I am.

"...Sam?"

He's groggy and confused.

"It's ok."

I slowly take the dagger out of his hand and place it on the nightstand. It nicked my neck a little and there's a scratch. It's bleeding but it's not anything close to life threatening. He looks stunned and is shaking a bit. He definitely had a nightmare.

"I'm sorry."

He tries to get up. Still looking disheveled from whatever horrors his nightmare brought. I grab him by the arm.

"Where are you going?!"

"I almost killed you, I can't trust myself to sleep here with you."

I look at him and suddenly I start laughing.

"What?!"

He looks at me in confusion and frustration failing to see what's funny I don't blame him.

"I'm sorry but I've almost died from injuries before and honey that ain't it."

I gesture at the tiny scratch on my neck, the amount of blood welling up from it barely counts as bleeding. I've honestly cut myself worse shaving my legs. I grab a tissue from the Kleenex box on the bedside table rip a tiny piece off of it then stick it to the wound so it'll clot faster. 'There good as new.' Loki's still sitting up in bed looking both confused at me and at the same time still upset about the dream and about attacking me. I again reassure him.

"You could never hurt me, now get back here."

I take his arm again and pull him down towards me. He resists me looking unconvinced.

"How do you know?"

"I just do, come here."

I pull him closer, this time he doesn't resist me and hesitantly crawls back into bed, he let's me hold onto him now. He seems restless. When we sit there for a while and he doesn't fall back asleep I break the silence hoping to distract his fearful thoughts.

"Can you teach me that?"

Loki lifts his head up to look at me.

"What?"

"To summon a dagger like that."

He looks so confused it's kinda cute.

"You are a strange mortal."

"I'm not hearing a no."

He laughs. 'Success!' 'There's my guy!'

"Alright mortal. I'll teach you tomorrow."

At that he sinks down further into the bed more relaxed now. We both get back to sleep.