"As long as we're together..." A Pewdiecry.

By Forgotten Voices.

Chapter four: Loki and Thor.

Cry's (Ryan's) POV

"Ryan? Ryan, please wake up..." Pewdie said softly. I was starting to come back, but I couldn't open my eyes yet. I tried to tell Pewdie that I was okay, but no words would come out of my mouth. I couldn't even open even move to show him I was okay, or at least alive. I was aware of everything but I was like a prisoner in my own body. I could hear Pewdie's deep breathing, which was more like hyperventilation. I started to get some feeling back, thank goodness. I don't know why, but I feel really, really hot. Beads of sweat were forming on my brow. I was breathing deep and slow, I was surprised I could breath so slowly without hyperventilating. I still couldn't move, but I could hear and smell just fine. Everything around me smelled like sharp metal and sweat. It was probably myself that I smelled but the scents still aggravated my nose. I heard a small shifting noise as Pewdie inched closer. When he did, his spice and musk overwhelmed all the other scents before. It beckoned to me, inviting me to come back, to reach for the source of the mystifying musk, but I still couldn't move.

"Ryan please, I already lost Marzia, don't make me loose you too..." Pewdie pleaded. The more he spoke, the more I started to come back to reality. I started to feel more pain, like a dull ache in my chest and a slight burn in my thigh. I tried to figure out why I had the pain, but I was just drawing up blanks. I can't remember anything past laughing with Pewdie about the squirrel...

"Ryan, can you hear me?" Pewdie whispered. Something fell on my face then; a drop of water of some sort. Probably just a cave droplet. The more he spoke, the more I could feel the pain increasing. The dull ache went to just an ache in general and the slight burning went to a slight inferno. I started to regain my movements, just a little, like the twitching of one of my fingers.

"Ryan, I'm sorry I couldn't get to you faster..." Pewdie said, his breath hitched. He then let out a brief chuckle.

"I wouldn't want, or rather could not, go on without you. You keep me sane, man. Even when the shit hit the fan with Marzia, you made me smile and feel better about the situation. You always keep an open mind and I envy that. Usually if something bad happens, I over react and get mad to the point of... well you're different. You actually think before you act and make the situation funny, no matter what." Pewdie said.

"You know, you kinda remind me Loki, Ryan." Pewdie said sweetly.

"I'm talking about Loki, the god of mischief, not the moody one who picks fights with the avengers." Pewdie joked.

"You remind me of him in the fact that no matter what, you can charm people into not being mad at you and when everything goes to shit, you keep everyone laughing and having a good time.

Ha, there is story I remember, one where Loki and Thor dress like drag queens. It kind of reminds me of you and I." Pewdie said with a chuckle.

"You see, the king of the Giants, Thrymr, was in love with the goddess Freyja. Not a surprise there, considering that she was the goddess of beauty and all. But the problem was that Thrymr wasn't exactly smooth with the ladies. So when the king asked for her hand in marriage, she turned him down point blank because Thrymr was ignorant and not so easy on the eyes as some of her other suitors. But instead of arguing with her, he came up with a plan.

He stole Thor's hammer, there is a long story about how he did it in the poem Thrymskvida, but I won't go into it that.

Anyways, he stole it and said that he would give it back if Freyja married him.

Yeah, nothing says romance like black mail." Pewdie laughed.

"But just as Thor was about to refuse, Loki came up with a plan. Loki told Thrymr to wait while they go get Freyja. Loki took Thor to the woman's wardrobe and just as Thor was about to kick Loki's butt about giving up Freyja, Loki pulled out a bridal dress and threw it to Thor. Then Loki picked out a bride's maids dress to match.

'What's this for?' Thor asked.

'For your marriage, of course.' Loki answered.

'What?!' Thor asked.

'We're going to trick him, you'll pose as Freyja and I will be your maid in waiting.' Loki answered. Thor thought about it and agreed that it was a good plan, but he wasn't to excited about having to wear woman's clothing. They both put on the dresses and looked pretty damn fabulous too, except for Thor's beard. Loki noticed this and used his powers to make Thor and himself look more feminine. Pleased with their looks, they went back to Thrymr and he actually believed that Thor was Freyja. There were some signs that Thor was a guy, like at the pre-marriage dinner Thor ate a whole ox. When Thrymr asked about this, Loki claimed that Thor, 'Freyja', hadn't eaten in a weak. When Thor was asked about his scary eyes, Loki claimed that she hadn't slept either. But Thrymr didn't question anymore, even though his bride was almost as tall as him and almost as burly. I guess love really is blind, huh?" Don't I know it.

"So they go down the alter, and before they can say 'I do', they had to exchange wedding gifts. Thrymr gave Freyja the hammer, which was a big mistake. I won't go to much into it but lets just say it wasn't wedding cake that was smashed into Thrymr's face." Pewdie finished. I wanted to smile, but I able to yet. While he was talking I started to feel more and more. The pain increased horribly and my head pounded, but hearing the story brought my spirits up. Hearing how well he thought of me made me blush, or would have if I had more blood.

"I don't know, I guess I thought hearing a story of my people might make you feel better." Pewdie said shyly. Yes, yes it did. Hearing his voice that time freed me from the cage of my body. I could move now, but the pain became blinding. My face contorted with pain and I groaned. I raised a hand to my head and rubbed it. I heard Pewdie gasp and sigh in relief. I managed to open my eyes into a squint. My vision, although blurry, I could make out a happy Pewdiepie, covering his mouth with his hand in surprise. Before I could say anything, Pewdie dove in and hugged me gently, but tightly.

"Ryan, I thought I was going to loose you." Pewdie said excitedly. I grimaced but did my best to try and smile.

"Your not going to get rid of me that easy." I said weakly.

"Oh god Ryan, your so cheesy." Pewdie laughed.

"Hey, your one to talk, getting all sappy on me back there with how you didn't want to loose me." I smiled. Pewdie lost his smile and turned away, blushing.

"Hey sue me, I thought you were dying. Besides, I thought you couldn't hear me." Pewdie defended. Not wanting to make him uncomfortable, I changed the subject.

"What the hell happened?" I asked. Pewdie looked back at me, shocked.

"You don't remember?" Pewdie asked.

"No, nothing past the squirrel." I answered. Pewdie looked down as he was thinking of what to say.

"You were attacked by one of those zambie thingies. You fought awesomely but the fucker broke some of your ribs, your nose, and stabbed your thigh before I could beat his head into submission. I-I'm sorry I couldn't get to you sooner, I just panicked couldn't think. I'm so, so sorry." Pewdie said with heavy eyes. The memories came flooding back and I looked at Pewdie, smiling weakly.

"Hey, it's okay. Shit happens." I said.

"Shit? You got stabbed by a fucking zambie! That's some heavy shit!" Pewdie laughed. I laughed with him weakly, but started coughing. I put my hand up to cover my cough and when I pulled my hand away I saw specs of blood. Pewds saw this too and his eyes became wide.

"I'm okay sir, really. It's just because of the ribs. When they broke they hit some things and my insides were like 'Okay, time to release some of that red stuff that means your hurt' and they did which is what we're seeing now, friend." I said with a reassuring smile. Pewdie smiled worriedly but didn't say anything. Instead, he got up silently and went over to grab an MRE from the backpack. He came back and started to feed me the main course, which was some sort of beef brisket. It was... actually pretty good. Not bad for what it was, anyway. When I was finished with the main course, Pewdie reached for the goodies.

"Hey, you don't have to feed me. That bastard missed my arms you know." I said with a smile. Pewdie didn't look up from the backpack but said,

"You've lost a lot of blood Ryan, you need all the rest you can get."

"Pssh, I've had worse." I said, lying. Pewdie looked up, sent me a suspicious look and pulled out a cookie. He continued to hand feed me, but I didn't mind. It was actually pretty nice. While I chewed he would make jokes about Norse mythology, like how Odin was a good leader and everything but he was kind of a grumpy old fart. And how Loki was funny as hell while Thor just wanted to fight and help people in need. He kept comparing me to Loki, but I couldn't help compare him to Thor. His kindness to others, his hilarious temper, and not to mention the resemblance physically, I mean come on; the dirty blonde hair, the ocean blue eyes, his tall stature, and the muscular build. I guess he is the Thor to my Loki, as cheesy as it sounds.

"Did you grow up with those stories as a kid?" I asked with a mouthful muffin. Pewdie smiled.

"Yeah, at least they're better than the three little pigies or goldy-locks." Pewdie said with smirk.

"Indeed they are, sir." I mumbled between bites. When Pewdie was satisfied that I had eaten enough, he pulled off my blanket and started to take off my pants without a word.

"Wh-what are you doing?" I asked nervously.

"Calm down, I have to re-bandage your leg." Pewdie said, no expression on his face. I was too weak to fight with him so I took in a deep breath instead. He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper. I looked away, blushing furiously. It was about now that I regretted wearing the boxers with the stupid kisses on them. He pulled the jeans down to my knees, I grimaced as the fabric rubbed against the wound.

"Sorry." He whispered.

"It's okay." I reassured.

"I'll try to be quick." Pewdie smiled. I only nodded, to engrossed by the pain to say anything. Pewdie lifted my leg up and started to unwrap the bandage. It didn't hurt too bad at first, but the more he unwound, the pain increased. I bit my lip to keep from yelping. He was unwrapping the last layer and I bit my lip hard enough to bring up blood. I gasped at the pain as the wind blew out of me.

I was catching my breath while Pewdie was saying encouraging things to me. Finally I was able to look at the wound, and it's not pretty.

There was blood oozing out, which was to be expected, but around the wound it was an irritated red, which is the beginning sign of infection. It was about six inches in length and ran right down the outside of my right leg. The wound didn't worry me though, the infection did. As if reading my mind, Pewdie turned to me and said,

"Ryan, we need to clean it out." He gave me a pitiful look.

"I know. There should be some antiseptic in that first aid kit there." I said. Pewdie nodded and looked over to the case. He picked a bottle up and unscrewed it, pouring the contents on a medical towel. He was about to put the cloth on the wound but hesitated.

"Promise not to hate me if I do this?" Pewdie asked nervously.

"Of course not." I said, forcing a smile through my grimace. The open air was agonizing on the wound. I just wanted to get it over with. Pewdie, with my consent, then did a countdown from three. When he got to three he patted the rag on the wound. I howled with pain, which made Pewdie start apologizing constantly. The pain was surprisingly worse than I thought. I couldn't do anything but clench up and grab anything I could, which unluckily for Pewdie, was his shirt and the blanket beside me. It was an agonizingly long time before he was done. Once he was finished, he started to wrap it up with some new gauze. After it was covered, I sighed and let go of everything.

"Felix, I lied, I do hate you now." I joked. Pewdie gave me a sympathetic smile, but lost it when he saw me.

"Ryan, your shaking." Pewdie said.

"I'm fine, just a little worn out is all." I reassured. Pewdie gave me a worried look, but instead of arguing with me, he just sat beside me and got underneath the blanket too. I was laying flat but he was on his side with his head propped up on his hand.

"Is there anything I can do for you to make you feel better?" Pewdie asked quietly. I thought for a moment.

"Anything?" I asked.

"Sure. You name it." Pewdie said sweetly.

"How about another one of Thor and Loki's adventures?" I asked with a smile. Pewdie chuckled and returned my smile.

"You got it." Pewdie smirked.

End Chapter Four.

I would like to extend my thanks unto you for reading the fourth chapter in the series. I apologize if it did not please you and if it did not, let me know what would suit your fancy as to fan fictions. If you did, however, enjoy the story, thank you and a new chapter should be out today or tomorrow. I apologize if it is not quick enough, but I write these daily. For example, ever chapter you read is one I have just written the previous hour. Again, my thanks I give to you.

Until next chapter,

~Forgotten Voices