I'm posting again? And so soon? Yup, I've got the writing bug right now so I'm hoping to pop out some chapters over the next few weeks.

Real quick, I apologize again, I found another continuity error in chapter 9 that somehow I missed. I wrote Eliza tying her hair up, even though it's short now. I can't believe that happened.

I don't have a beta so everything is edited by me, and I sometimes miss stuff, so please bear with me.

NOTE: from here on out if a scene is in italics It's probably denoting a dream.

also NOTE: If you're squeamish or have a weak stomach, be careful with the opening scene. It's not overly graphic, but if you have an overactive imagination, you'll wanna be careful.

At first darkness. As I slowly came to, all I saw was darkness. I sat up slowly, my eyes adjusting to the world around me. As I slowly sat up I, the grass beneath me shifted. I blinked, looking around, realizing that it wasn't nearly as dark as I thought. Stars twinkled above in the sky, tiny pinpricks in an otherwise black night. I climbed to my feet looking around. I listened for any movement.

Silence.

Nothing moved here. The more my eyes adjusted, the more I could see; I was in a small clearing, surrounded by tall trees.

A forest.

My mind raced through what I could remember.

A bridge, a fight, Val, Thor, Loki. I'd been stabbed by Hela, I fell unconscious. I realized then that I wasn't in the waking world.

Damn.

A dream. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had one, certainly not on Sakaar.

I took a few steps forward, heading towards the trees.

On Sakaar, a lot of what made me a demigod had been lessened. Both a blessing and a curse.

No more vision-like dreams.

But also no connection to my father, and lessened abilities.

I continued to walk, listening for any animals in this dream.

None.

So far nothing was familiar, nothing was telling me when I was, or where.

I continued to walk, hoping for a sign of what my dream wanted me to see.

I made my way into the trees, all closely grown together. I weaved in and out, hands brushing against the rough bark.

No sounds still, other than my footsteps, and my own breathing.

No animals, no crickets, not even the hoot of an owl.

Snap!

Behind me.

I spun around, expecting to be confronted with something, some animal.

My surroundings changed.

I almost fell over, the change had been so quick it was like vertigo.

Gone was the forest and the night sky. My surroundings were shadowed, but white walls around me, a hallway, doors. Softly beeping machines. The faintest scent of antiseptic.

A hospital. A hospital at night, with the lights low.

I glanced over my shoulder, nothing but more hallway.

I crept forward, my feet silent on the linoleum floor.

Not a soul was there.

I swallowed the feeling of anxiety that was washing over me.

The lighting was dim, save for a few ceiling lights that seemed to be guiding me. Around me, down other hallways were dark, not a light to be seen.

I felt a chill run down my spine at that.

Following the lights, I walked forward, looking for signs of life.

None.

My trek led me to a T shaped intersection.

To my left, and to my right, darkness. The light stopped at the door in front of me.

I hesitated, the feeling beginning to grow, but my curiosity tugging me in.

I turned the knob, and the door opened silently.

I stepped in, my eyes drawn to an empty bed to my right. Nothing to indicate anyone was staying there. It was an empty hospital room.

My eyes were drawn across to the other side.

A crib. The type you see in hospitals, after babies are born.

Then came the crying.

"Hello..." I stepped forward, the crying coming from the crib.

The sound is louder.

I hurry my footsteps, the baby's crying sounding like an alarm in the otherwise silent hospital.

I reach the crib and peer inside.

A baby, wrapped in a hospital blanket.

Eyes closed, the baby continued to weep. I reached out tentatively and touched its forehead.

I only made it cry more.

"Oh, shhh, baby shhh," I whisper, the sounds intensifying. I searched for something to calm it down, seeing a bottle on the nightstand I swore wasn't there earlier.

"Food, good idea," I made my way to the nightstand picking up the bottle.

The crying stopped.

I glanced over my shoulder.

Nothing changed, the room was the same.

"Baby?" I walked back over, bottle in hand.

I peered over the edge of the crib.

I screamed.

The once white blanket, seeped in blood.

The baby's throat was slit.

My hands were warm.

I lifted them, screaming.

My hands were dripping in blood.

The bottle was gone, a bloody scalpel had taken its place. I felt like vomiting, stumbling back from the crib.

The crying started again.

"Stop it..." I mumbled.

The crying intensified.

And so did the blood dripping from my hands.

"I said stop it," my voice was louder.

Nothing changed.

"This is just a dream!" I yelled at the empty room, my hands still feeling slick and warm from blood.

"It's a dream!" I yelled, covering my ears, the baby's cries so loud now, I was sure the windows would crack.

"Wake up." I hissed at myself.

I pinched my arm.

Nothing.

The screaming and the blood kept going, a puddle around me now.

"Wake up!" I slapped my face, blood smearing on my cheek, the scent of iron heavy in the room.

The blood continued.

"I just want to wake up," I gulped, covering my ears with my hands as the screaming reached a crescendo.

"WAKE UP!" I yelled one last time.

I sat up so quickly I had vertigo, I couldn't see. I felt rather than heard the scream dying on my lips, clawing at my ears with my hands.

"Eliza?!" A voice called through my screaming. I wasn't listening. I could still feel the warmth of the blood, the cold metal of the scalpel as I clutched it in my fist. I could still hear that baby screaming bloody murder.

My heart was racing, and I could feel my breathing become ragged. My hands fisted in my pillows, my body shaking.

"Eliza I need you to breath," that voice again.

There was a hand on my back. I lashed out at them, trying to move away.

"Eliza it's me, Kayin," the voice spoke, "I need you to calm down, you'll rip your stitches."

I took deep breaths, trying to calm my heart. The panic began to fade, the sounds of the baby, the feeling of the blood, and the smell of iron slowly fading from my mind.

"Kayin?" I want to wince at how weak my voice sounds.

"Yeah, it's me," his voice is calming, his hand just resting on my back.

"I'm, I'm so-"

"It's okay," he said. "You woke up suddenly." I felt his hand disappear from my back, "Here, drink this,"

My eyes were finally able to focus, and I saw his hand holding a glass under my mouth to help me drink. I did so with thanks, gulping the room temperature water down.

"Thank you," I whispered hoarsely, my body finally beginning to relax.

"Of course," he murmured.

I settled back against something soft. I realized they were pillows, and I was in a bed. Now that my mind was clearer, I was able to have a look at my surroundings.

We were in a bedroom, and I was resting in the bed, which was relatively big. A maroon comforter, covered me up to my waist, now that I was siting. To my right was a small table and two chairs, behind it a large circular window, like a porthole on a ship, the view of stars drifting by as we flew past. Across from the bed was a bureau and a large round mirror above it. Above us the room seemed to emanate a soft, warm light, but I couldn't see any lamp or light source. And to my right sat Kayin, in a plush maroon chair. He had settled back into the seat, a pieces of fabric sat on his knee, the needle resting on top attached to whatever thread he was sewing with. He was watching me silently, playing with the corner of his fabric.

"Are you alright?" He asked, his eyes concerned, but a hint of wariness was there.

"Yeah, I'm okay now I think." I whispered, my voice still catching up to me.

"Let me check your stitches," he murmured, leaning over to lift the corner of my shirt. It was then I felt the soft throbbing in my lower abdomen, a sort of tug from the stitches. I watched as the lifted the shirt, the right side of my abdomen covered in bandages and medical tape. Kayin gently peeled it aside to peer at the wound beneath.

After a moment he released a relieved breath. "Thankfully you didn't rip out any stitches," He placed the bandage back in place and smooth my shirt down. "I was worried with how violently you woke up."

"I'm sorry, it was just," I stopped, taking a breath. "Yeah it was a nightmare, I'm sorry."

"You've been through a lot the last few days, it's to be expected," He'd settled back into his chair again, picking up his sewing. "I'm just glad we don't have to stitch you back up, the first time was bad."

"Did you fix me up?"

"Team effort," he said. "Loki healed the internal damage as much as possible before his energy gave out, and I stitched you up afterwards," he chuckled, "I guess my sewing skills came in handy, I've sewn up a lot of people the last few days."

"Internal damage?" I asked, feeling a lump in my stomach, "How bad?"

"You..." he hesitated, "You almost died, Eliza. It was bad, that spike Hela stabbed you with, it went pretty deep. You almost bled out before Loki could get to you." He took a shaky breath, "You weren't moving, I thought you were dead."

I just sat there, contemplating. Death was a normal thing for demigods. Most of us never living past our early twenties, so almost dying was to be expected, especially when you're trained for battle.

"But I'm okay now," I said. "Thanks to you guys, I'm alive,"

"Yeah, I guess so," he smiled wanly.

"How long was I out?"

"A few days," he said, "Honestly I've begun losing track, I've been so busy tending the wounded, keeping watch over you," He rubbed at his eyes, "But at least it's over now."

"Are we back on the cruiser?" I asked, running my hands along the soft comforter.

"Yeah, we're headed to Terra," he said, "His Majesty said he has people there that can help us, so we're all going now,"

"Which one?"

"Oh, Thor, or King Thor now."

"Oh?" I raised my eyebrows.

"He took the crown right after we escaped, I guess it's supposed to bring stability to the refugees to have their king."

I nodded, "How long will the trip take?"

"Well, the cruiser isn't made for long distance trips, so it doesn't move very fast," He explained, sewing his fabric, "Plus added on that I heard Hela damaged the ship's hyperdrive with more spikes as we were escaping, so that's going to add even more time to our journey,"

"Estimated?"

"A few months, from what I understand," Kayin picked up another glass from the nightstand beside the bed and took a drink.

"I guess I've waited this long, a few more months won't hurt," I smiled ruefully. We settled into a comfortable silence for a bit, him sewing and me just sitting, staring at the opposite wall, trying to think about anything other than my nightmare.

It hadn't made much sense to me. Usually demigod dreams were visions, with people in them. This felt like a normal dream, but I was able to interact with it, and it felt real.

I breathed, trying to steer my thoughts clear from that. My mind searched fro something else to think about.

My stomach gurgled.

"Oh, you must be hungry," Kayin said, putting his sewing on the nightstand.

"Well, actually now that you mention it," I finally noticed the faint gnawing hunger in my stomach. "I am kinda hungry."

He chuckled, "I'll see about getting you some broth, okay?"

"Okay." I smiled as he rose to his feet, stretching. "I'll be back in ten minutes, okay?"

I nodded, giving him a faint smile as he walked out the door.

The room became quiet when he left. It felt fine at first, but as the silence continued my memory began to replay my dream in vivid detail, the silence of my room mirroring that of the hospital. I breathed, trying to keep calm as my mind returned to that room, that crib, that baby.

"It's okay Eliza, it was just a dream," I whisper to myself. It doesn't stop the slowly rising anxiety I feel as the silence continues.

I began to hum under my breath, trying to alleviate the silence that was pressing down on me. It worked a bit, the anxiety lessening a bit. I continued to hum, my voice becoming stronger as I went. I closed my eyes and relaxed against the pillows, humming my song.

My humming came to an abrupt stop when I heard the door slide open.

"Kayin, I'm so glad you're ba-"

It wasn't Kayin.

"Loki?"

The god in question stopped in his tracks when he saw me sitting up in bed. His face flashed a bit of what I swear was concern, before it melted back to his indifferent expression.

"You're awake," he said, coming closer. His cape was gone now and he just wore his leather armor. He didn't look nearly as exhausted as I was feeling, but he'd probably gotten a chance to shower. He also didn't look as wounded.

"Yeah no shit, Sherlock," I ground out. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to check your stitches," He said, standing next to the bed now.

"While I was asleep?" I narrowed my eyes at him.,

"Yes, and before you panic, I've been doing it the last few days you've been unconscious, and I've looked only as long as I need to make sure you're healing properly." he put a hand up before I could protest.

"Well no need, Kayin checked them already," I crossed my arms protectively across my body.

"Where is he? He offered to keep an eye on you until you woke up," He looked around as if expecting Kayin to pop up from behind furniture.

"He was here when I woke up, but he went to get me some broth," I said, my body easing back into the pillows again.

Loki just nodded, taking Kayin's vacated seat.

"I'm sorry, are you staying?" I gave him a look.

"No. Kayin checked the stitches, but I need to make sure everything inside is working properly." He leaned forward and gestured to my shirt, "May I?"

I nodded curtly, letting him lift the corner of my shirt just enough to see the bandage. My body automatically tensed when he got close, my reflexes telling me to get away from him. I watched him quietly as he removed the corner of the bandage, his hand waving just inches from the wound. He muttered something under his breath and closed his eyes.

His head was bent but I could see his face well enough to see the faint relief.

"Everything seems to be in working order," he said, placing the bandage back and releasing my shirt. He eased back into the chair, "You're healing exceptionally well."

"Demigods, we tend to heal quicker than normal mortals," I said with a shrug. "It would go quicker if I had ambrosia or nectar, but I suppose your magic suffices,"

"Glad you approve," he said dryly. He drummed his long fingers against the armrest of the chair, staring at a spot on the wall.

"I thought you weren't staying," I refused to look at him. I wanted him to leave, but there was a small feeling in my gut that really didn't want to be alone at that moment.

"I am, as soon as Kayin returns," He said. "Even if you are awake, you shouldn't be alone right now."

I refused to acknowledge the flash of relief I felt at knowing I wasn't going to be left to the silence again.

If only that lasted. We both did in fact lapse into silence, my nerves returning to being on edge. After a few minutes of nothing I couldn't take it anymore.

"Thank you." I said, almost too softly to hear.

"For what?" He heard me clear as day though, damn that hearing of his.

"Healing me,"

"You were bleeding out, a soldier wounded in battle-"

"Twice," I interrupted him.

"Excuse me?" He stared at me, his face still not showing what he was thinking.

"You healed me here, and back on Sakaar after my fight with Naseem." I traced the lines in my palm, needing something to do. "I understand this time, we fought a battle together, I was another wounded soldier. But not there. You're the one who put me there in the first place, so why heal my legs?"

He was silent, his green eyes boring into the side of my head, but I still refused to look him in the eyes.

"You were a plaything," He finally said. I wasn't expecting goodness from him, but his words still stung. "I thought it would be more interesting for you to fight than die right away. I healed you because at that moment I wasn't expecting to flee with my idiot of a brother. I thought I would be living a long life there, and I healed you because I wanted to keep seeing you fight. Keep seeing you struggle. Where's the fun in having a toy if it breaks right away?"

The blood boiled in body when he said that. "Get out," I said.

"What?"

"I said get out of my room," my voice was stern, emotionless. "I'm not your toy, I never was, and I certainly won't start being one now."

"You're mad that I played the game," He chuckled darkly, "I played the game, I won and you can't handle that fact."

"I said get out of room, you idiotic, arrogant piece of sh-"

He rose from the chair so quickly I thought it would fall over. He bent over me, hands on the edge of the bed. "I healed that wound, I can reopen it."

We were nose to nose now, staring each other down. Neither of us backed down, both too angry to move.

The door opened.

"Sorry that took so long dear, but I'm back finally," Kayin's voice drifted in right before he fully entered the room.

Loki had returned to the chair before Kayin was fully in our view. My friend was none the wiser as he stopped, seeing Loki.

"Oh, Your Highness," Kayin tried to bow, a bowl of steaming broth in his hands.

"No need to call me that," Loki gave him a charming smile. "Please, call me Loki. We've been through enough at this point to warrant it."

Kayin hesitated before nodding, "Yes, of course your high—er, Loki."

Loki rose from the chair in one fluid motion, turning and giving me a mock bow, "M'lady," his voice was filled with mirth as he turned on his heel and exited my room. I was still seething on the bed, too angry to give him the finger.

"What was the prince doing here?" Kayin asked, taking the vacated seat, and placing the bowl on the nightstand for the moment.

"Nothing he just came to check my wound," I said, keeping our conversation to myself.

"Ah I see," Kayin picked the bowl up again after a moment and lifted the spoon to my mouth. "How considerate of him."

I blew on the broth before letting Kayin tip the spoon into my mouth, "Yes, very considerate," I mumbled.

I didn't want to end it here, but I couldn't segway into the next scene, plus that scene was just adding on and it became too long, so I had to cut again.

Also, I have extended the time between the end of Ragnarok and the beginning of IW, as we need that time to develop these characters, plus I really just headcanon that they were on that ship for longer than we saw, and everyone was happy at least for a time, so I am officially saying there's a few months between movies. So let it be written, so let it be done.

I hope you guys enjoyed, and I'll see y'all next time.