Just so you all know, I'm sick now, and I think it's karma for leaving you with such a nasty cliffhanger. So.
Anywho, enjoy!
Everything felt staticky, like when a radio's tuned to the wrong station. My limbs felt like they had fallen asleep from being sat on too long, but much worse. And I was hot. So hot. There were far too many blankets on top of me. I tried to push the blankets off and sit up but was held down by something heavy wrapped around my waist. Breathing heavily, I collapsed back onto my pillow. Why did something usually so simple take so much effort? I tried to untangle myself from the... arms? Arms around my waist? I twisted around to see whose arms were holding me dow- Why was Loki in my bed?! I mean, we had gotten pretty close, but not like this. I pushed him away, waking him up. I sighed, frustrated, as he blinked awake. "Loki-"
"You're awake!" He exclaimed, squeezing me, "Thank Valhalla, you're awake!"
"What- what's going on? Loki, let me go, I'm too hot." I tried to push him away again and noticed his usually cool skin was burning up. I put a hand on his forehead, "Are you sick? You feel like you have a fever."
"No, I'm fine. You..." Loki pulled me closer. This was weird. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It's all my fault."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"You... You don't remember?" Loki looked confused.
"Don't remember what? Did something happen?"
Loki's face fell. "We... I ran away and you followed me. You nearly fro-"
"Oh my gosh." I remembered. We had a fight, I had yelled at Loki, and he left. I tried to find him... no, I did find him... If I had nearly frozen in all my layers, how had he survived? "But you... Your skin was blue. I thought you-"
"No. You must have been mistaken." He wouldn't make eye contact with me.
I paused. Something didn't add up. "But you were outside for longer than I was and you're fine. You didn't even have a coat."
"I..." Loki sighed, "I'm afraid I... I haven't been completely honest with you." "What do you mean?" This was the most confusing morning of my life. "I'm not an Asgardian." Loki looked sad and nervous. "I'm from Jotunheim. I am a Frost Giant."
"I have no idea what that is..." I was pretty sure I'd wake up soon and realize that I had just had the weirdest, most vivid dream of my life.
"I am one of the monsters parents tell their children about at night, born in a barren realm of ice and snow," Loki looked away from me. That must be why he ran out so suddenly.
"I don't think you're a monster. I shouldn't have called you one. I'm sorry." Loki pulled me closer to him again. His skin didn't seem quite as hot as before.
"You didn't know. If I had told you this would not have happened."
"Don't blame yourself, it was my fault, too. I overreacted. I just have one question." Loki raised an eyebrow. "Why was your skin blue if you weren't affected by the cold?"
"Well... I wasn't completely unaffected by the cold. When I'm exposed to extreme temperatures for an extended period of time, my Jotun form takes over."
"Your Jotun form?"
Loki pulled an arm out from under the blankets. "The most obvious signs is my skin turning blue." I watched in amazement as his hand turned to the same chilled hue it had been in the forest and strange lines rose along his skin. I reached up to grab his hand, but he pulled it away and allowed it to return to its normal pinkish tone. "Not now. My skin is freezing in my Jotun form. You need to warm up."
"Oh," I replied, suddenly feeling very tired again. This was a lot to process all at once. My eyelids felt very heavy.
Loki noticed and pulled the blankets back over my shoulders. "Sleep. You need rest to heal." I nestled my head against his chest, something I wouldn't have dreamed of doing a few months ago.
The last thought that went through my head before I drifted off to sleep again was how on earth I was going to explain this to Fury. For some reason, I didn't really care.
Okay, there you are, dear readers, they're home and safe.
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