AN: There will be some parts that are a little more mature in this story. There will be another author's note like this one as a reminder and another after each one. I don't want people to feel like they have to read those kinds of parts. This will be the first chapter with one, which is why I am doing this now. It is here at the beginning of the chapter. The next bold text will be after the scene. I suck at writing scenes like this, so this was done by my friend, who is better at it.

I opened my eyes in a bed much larger and more extravagant than mine. Soft silk sheets clung to my every curve and line. Fluffy pillows adorned in floral embroidery supported my head. My dark brown hair stretching out in comfort, settling on a mattress that felt like it was made of clouds. Quickly I realized this was a dream when walking in the room carrying a tray of breakfast items, was the one I held dear.

"I did not know what tea you would want, so I brought a variety of Asgard's finest.

"Is it not funny how our dreams try to satisfy our hunger. We can be starving and dream of endless chicken, or be craving the touch of another and wake to a warm window with a view."

"Are you talking about Asgard or me?"

"Both"

Loki smirked slyly as he rested the tray down at the bed stand beside me. Climbing over his own silk robe, opening slightly. His soft pink skin poking through the fabric. The sight sent chills across my body. I reached up, pulling him in an embrace, skillfully he undid the belt securing my robe, and then his. His open silk covering now draped fetchingly across his shoulders. His jet black hair resting on the broad muscles.

"You always make it easy to be myself," Loki said as he kissed my neck and traced the outline of my body with his fingers. He discarded their clothing off the bed completely. Now barley covered by the blanket, I opened my legs slightly, and he pushed them open wide as he found his way inside.

"Ah~!"

A startled moan escaped my lips, the feeling of penetration in this dream was so real. Softly at first, he began to rock into me, matching each knock against my spot with my breath. He grabbed my breast firmly and took it in his mouth, biting and suckling at my velvet nipples. I rocked into him, each a crashing wave of pleasure washing over me. He reached up, wrapping his long fingers around my neck. Leaning down to whisper in my ear, leaving kisses along the way.

"You always make it so easy...to be myself." He said as he increased the strength in his grip.

His eyes now glowing a pale blue, his face darkened with malice. I began to panic as the pleasure soon turned to fear. My eyes widened at the face of my lover, contorted in a wicked grin. I began to struggle and claw at the hand constricting my airway.

"Lo-Loki," I managed to gasp through the pressure.

"Shhh, my love, sleep."

AN: End of what I am calling "sweet Moments."

With a start, I awoke from my bed, grasping at the phantom pain still stinging my neck. I knew that I wasn't going to be able to sleep well. It was almost time for breakfast, and I knew that Sif or Thor would probably bring me something to eat. I couldn't stop thinking about that dream. It felt so real. It was like the first time Loki and I had. I shook the thoughts out of my head. That wasn't what our relationship was anymore. Odin made sure of that with my banishment.

I got up and went to the wardrobe and got one of my old outfits I used to wear when I lived here. Luckily for me, Sif usually wears her armor, and I had a set that was similar to her's still in my room. Before putting the armor on, there was a knock on the door. Slowly I walked to the door, grabbing one of the daggers I kept in the drawer near the door. I opened the door and allowed the person to enter. I stuck the tip of the dagger in their back when I realized that it was Frigga. I removed the dagger and apologized for what I had done. Frigga just laughed and told me that it was alright.

She told me that she wanted to talk about Loki before the meeting with Odin. I was a little nervous. The last time we had a conversation about Loki was when I told her about the ring. I held the ring in my hand as I went to sit with her. Before she says anything, she sees the ring. The ring tells her everything she needed to know.

"Taylor, why do you still have the ring? I would have thought you would have thrown it away or locked it somewhere."

I looked down and gave a shy smile. The ring was the only thing that kept me connected to Loki when I was on Midgard. I told Frigga that as much as I wanted to try and forget about Loki and everyone here, Asgard was my home, and I wanted nothing more than to return here and be with Loki. Just as she was about to ask me another question, Sif came into the room with my breakfast and asked if I needed anything. I told her that I would need help into my old armor that looked like hers's and I asked if she could have Heimdall send a letter to Midgard for me. Sif was about to ask why but decided that I had my reasons for talking to someone.

Frigga left the room and told me that she would take me to see Loki after I talked to Odin. I thanked her, and Sif helped me into my armor. I forgot how annoying this was. Sif and I talked about my life on Midgard, and I left out a few details because those didn't need to be known at the moment. She asked what it was like being raised by a Midgardian. I told her that Howard was similar to Odin because he favored one child over the other, except for me, he favored me over his own child. Sif looked down and asked if that was why I preferred Loki because he wasn't of Odin's blood.

The question came out of nowhere. Sif knew that I had always liked Loki for who he was, not who his family was. I asked her where the question came from, but she said nothing. I looked her in the eyes and asked if she had seen Loki. All she did was nod. I shook my head. That boy couldn't wait to ask me that question. I told her that I would tell Loki the answer myself when I saw him after I met with Odin.

After Sif helped me into my armor, I asked her if I could be alone for a little bit before Thor came to find me. She agreed, and I was alone with my thoughts. My mind drifted off to the dream from last night. The thought of Loki in just his robe and the way his soft lips gently touched mine. The touch of his cold skin, which just electrified mine. His smile was imprinted into my mind, and all I could think of was the man I was in love with.

Then the memory of his hands around my neck crashing my windpipe was hard not to think of. But his eyes weren't their usual green hue; they were blue like they were in New York. He wasn't himself in my dream, and I know that, but I was scared that if he had remembered me and those memories weren't blocked, I would be dead right now. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. It was Thor; he told me it was time for lunch. He entered the room with a tray of food, and we discussed what the plan would be for talking to Odin about Loki. Still in the back of my mind, I could feel Loki's body against mine, and I wanted to save him from his father.