I had a dream about this one night and thought it might make a good story. Won't be as detailed, though.

This is in no way connected to "Heal Me." This is a separate universe entirely. Sorry fans, it's not the sequel. That is coming out, though, so keep watching for it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Thor. I wish I did, then I would make Loki a good guy. Though, he does make a freaking awesome villain.

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Chapter 1: Unknown Illness

Odin looked down at his adopted son lying on the bed in front of him. A mixture of emotions ran through his heart, all fighting for dominance.

It had barely been over a month since Thor had returned to Asgard with Loki and the Tesseract. During that time, waiting for punishment in his cell, Loki had become ill. While that by itself had been no reason for alarm, it had become obvious that something was seriously wrong when the healers could not determine what was making Loki sick or how to cure him. Meanwhile, Loki had steadily gotten worse.

It had started off with a sore throat, fever, and headache. Now, he didn't even have the strength to sit up on his own. He spent most of his time sleeping, waking up only a few times a day. He had to be fed by hand and could only stomach warm broth. He would go back to sleep almost immediately afterwards.

Even then, he did not sleep well. He was constantly plagued by nightmares and would violently thrash in his sleep. He could not remember any of them, only that they had terrified him. It was difficult for him to go back to sleep after that. Frigga tried to help by reading or singing to him. She was at the point where she refused to leave his side. Even though she had not given birth to him, she had still raised him since he was a baby and still saw him as her son.

It had been two days since Loki had last woken up, and Odin was out of ideas. He turned to his best healer, who stood off to the side after examining Loki once more.

"I'm sorry, Allfather," she said. "We still cannot determine the nature of this mysterious illness. Every cure we have tried does nothing. He is dying."

Frigga began to cry at those last words. She reached out and took Loki's hand in her own, trying in vain to believe that the healers were wrong, that there was still hope for Loki.

Odin began to think hard, wondering if there was anything they hadn't tried yet. He'd already had them consider illnesses that only affected Frost Giants, which led to no new results. Thor had already been throughout the nine realms searching for healers that specialized in this sort of thing. They had given him the same answers his own healers were giving him now. The God of thunder was still out searching for anyone he had possibly overlooked, but Odin doubted that he would bring back any better news.

It seemed completely hopeless that Loki would recover.

"It would only be cruel to prolong his suffering," the healer said. "The best course of action would be to end it."

"NO!"

The healers, and Odin, jumped at Frigga's shout. Only Loki had not reacted, sleeping peacefully for the first time since he had become comatose, and blissfully unaware of the conversation taking place around him. The one that was determining his immediate future.

Frigga tried to be angry, but the tears in her eyes said different about the reason for her outburst.

"I will not give up," she said, not letting go of Loki's hand. "Thor has not yet returned. There is still a chance. We will wait for him to return before deciding anything."

Not even Odin dared to say anything different to her. Though he would never show it, he also tried to have hope and believe that there was still a chance for Loki, still a chance for a miracle to happen. But, has time passed and Loki got worse, that miracle seemed more impossible every second.

Unknown to everyone in the room, there was another person listening to what was being said. A spirit, one who wandered away from Niflheim to see what was taking place. No one could see him, but he could see and hear everything that was happening. As he watched, his heart grew heavy. There was no need to wonder about what to do, as he already knew the solution. He drifted out of the room and away from Asgard. With a destination in mind, he set out to contact someone he knew had the cure for what was causing Loki's pain.

A few hours later, a young woman sat up in bed, startled out of sleep suddenly. A glance out her window told her that it was still late at night, or early in the morning. Looking at her clock confirmed that it was early morning. She threw off the covers, stood up, and walked towards the window. Thinking back to what had awoken her, she shivered ever so slightly.

"It will not be easy." She seemed to be talking to empty air, but there was someone specific that her words were directed at. "But we will do what must be done. You can count on us."

She touched the gemstone that hung around her neck, a color mixture of light blue and light green, like ice. It glowed faintly, but not because it was reflecting light. This jewel glowed from within. It was a light similar to that of the Casket of Ancient Winters.

"I promise, Father, we will not fail."

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So how was that? Did I do alright? Does this seem interesting? Can you guess the identity of the spirit and who the girl might be?

Please review and let me know so I'm motivated to post the next chapter.