The dream again.. for the next few nights it repeated. She'd wake the next morning, shaken and disturbed, but she didn't tell anyone. They had enough to worry about. It was touch and go with her Momma. She and her brother stayed at their nanny's house while their father refused to leave their mother's side.
Finally, after several weeks, the dream changed! As the man began sewing his lips shut, she broke free and ran over too him, pushing the guards off the poor thing, crying for them to stop hurting him. As soon as she pushed someone away, they vanished until it was only the two of them and the crowd that sat emotionless, as though nothing were happening.
She gently pulled the thread from his bleeding lips before wraping her arms around his neck and crying into his shoulder. He sat there, shocked for a moment before slowly wrapping his arms around her small, fragile body.
Loki woke feeling a bit unnerved. That dream - no, memory had replayed in his mind for weeks.. There was no child standing in the crowd that day. Just the men of his father's court. Why had she been there? Why had she chosen to help him then and not sooner? Why was he even worried about it? It was a dream!
He gave a frustrated sigh before heaving himself out of bed, tired. He hadn't a good nights rest in weeks. He couldn't stop thinking about it, no matter how hard he tried. That child, her hazle-green eyes staring, terrified.. Her heart wrenching sobs as she cried into his shoulder, whispering to him that it'll all be OK.. Whatever that meant.. Did she mean 'alright'? Why would his mind come up with such a strange word? Why was he thinking about it again?