14th Chapter loki fans! Happy reading.

Chapter 14: Dreams

Loki shut his eyes tightly, willing the image to exit his head. He would be asleep if it hadn't been for those goddam feelings and that nightmare he was getting all of a sudden. Yes, he fancied Lira – she was beautiful, but there was absolutely no way he loved her, so why did his mind continue to thrust images of her eyes, or her lips, or her hair, or the way she looked in that green dress into existence?

He opened his emerald eyes and pulled himself up to lean on the wooden bed rest behind him. His bare chest was pale as ice, and slightly coated in a thin layer of sweat.

Having dreams was not unusual for Loki, what was unusual was that both Lira and Laufey had been in this one. After his mind had finished spurting images of her into his head, he'd fallen into a coma like sleep, drifting in and out of existence. Then the dream – or nightmare had begun.

At first it had just been this hazy image of Lira, floating in front of him. He'd moved to pull her into him but every time he took a step forward, she took one back. The image had become slightly blurry and taken on a misty edge. Her hazel eyes had widened in fear momentarily as a huge blue hand had wrapped itself around her, forcing her mouth shut. Loki had lunged forward ready to call his magic, but found he'd been unable. A dark force had bound him to a tree and he was forced to watch as her hands beat at the strong blue arm and her eyebrows knotted in a desperate show of fear. He'd called out her name, trying to summon his magic in his head, but she'd only reached out one arm towards him in defeat and stared into his eyes before falling limp and disappearing. Even as the dream faded and Laufey's laugh had all but vanished, Loki could still see those last words that had written themselves in mist before his wet eyes.

The future is set by what you do now…

Loki breathed heavily, reaching up to wipe the sweat beading on his forehead with a trembling hand. He'd never been more afraid of losing someone than he was now. What was so extraordinary about her that would cause a dream like this to come to him? Surely this could not be happening!

He threw the covers off and flung himself up in disgust. I'm going mad. He strode to his table, sitting down and searching for his pen. He desperately needed to revise magic. It always helped him calm down.

Do not throw away something special just because you want to be someone special.

Loki's head shot up in disbelief as a voice echoed around the room. He averted his gaze to the source and saw a woman's figure forming out of mist. He snarled and leapt up from the desk, walking to stand in front of the intruder.

"Get out now!"

The woman just looked at him thoughtfully before floating over to the fire. Be careful what you wish for Prince, because it might just come true.

Then she vanished. Just like that. Loki clenched his fists and moved to stand in front of the flames. Whoever had just materialized in here was powerful. He knew of only one woman in Asgard capable of thwarting his seals. Ronda. He'd met the elderly star reader on one of his quests to the far reaches of Asgard. She'd been the only woman kind enough to take him in for a meal before his departure.

Ronda's talent had revealed itself almost immediately to Loki. It was very difficult to hide sorcery from a sorcerer. She'd admitted to him that she could read the future in stars, and offered to tell him. He'd declined instantly. The future was better left in the future, where it belonged. He'd given the seer a little pouch of healing dust for her kind-heartedness, an unexpected and rare act of kindness for one such as him. In return she'd promised to come to him when he needed help.

But he'd never thought she actually would. It had been years ago. And why was she warning him now? Loki fought the tide of questions threatening to overtake him and sat down stiffly, head in hands. He had to find out what this meant. He had to find out if Lira felt for him, because it was so clearly about her. Everything was beginning to be about her.