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Okay, I have really tried to get a chappy up as fast as possible *breathe, breathe*. Hope you like. : D

Chapter 4.

"Ares?" Lucy asked disbelieving. The spirit looked at her with surprise, but then his features hardened and his eyes went blank, but Wan had already seen his change in expression.

"Do you know her?" Wan asked.

"Never seen her before," Ares said without hesitation.

"Ares!" Loki yelled and got to his knees. Ares eyes turned to Loki and his eyes dug into his. Lucy knew that Ares always had wanted to fight Loki. He almost forgot about his orders and attacked Loki, but then he shook his head and turned toward his real opponent again.

"What are you waiting for," Wan said impatiently. Ares clenched his teeth.

"Sorry Lucy," he mumbled and in a split second his wings shot backwards and suddenly his fist was very close. Lucy didn't knew what hit her before her body landed flat on the ground and all air was pushed out of her lungs. She turned her head and saw Lokis mouth form her name, but it was like the time had slowed down. She looked back up and saw Ares stand over her. He looked like a little child that had done something wrong, but when he realized she was looking at him, and his eyes darkened.

His hand closed around her neck and pulled her to her feet.

"Ares! Let her go!" Lokis voice yelled and echoed in her head. She wished Loki would stop screaming; her head was about to explode. Ares hand held tightly around her neck, but it wasn't her neck that hurt, more her legs that had started spinning, or her head that didn't get enough blood. She tried to hold herself up by clenching around Ares hands that held her neck. She was so weak. Loki had no more magic to give her.

"Lucy Close the gate! Close the goddanm gate!" Loki yelled. Even if Lucy had wanted it, she had no control anymore. Her body was useless like a doll, and her vision was turning darker. She opened her mouth to force some oxygen in, but it only resulted in useless rasping gasps.

She tried to focus her eyes on Ares, but they kept looking upward. At last she forced her eyes on him. His face was expressionless, but when she looked him in the eyes he pressed his lips tightly together.

Suddenly a rush of wind sounded. Ares eyes yanked from Lucys, and then something weird happened. Ares eyes were locked on the attack, but he didn't try to dodge, he didn't even move his feet when a wave of ice, fire and magic was shooting toward him. Lucy never saw the attacks strike, she didn't even remember hitting the ground.

"CLOSE THE GATE!"

After that everything got very quiet. All the noise, speed and action slowed down. Lucy had closed her eyes and felt the soft touch of water on her lids. Her hair spread out, and it was like gravity had stopped existing. Her arms floated gently in the cool liquid and her fingers curled relaxed. Her body was so heavy, but yet floated so gently.

"Lucy," A soft voice whispered. Lucy whimpered and touched her neck. The pressure was still painful and her eyes watered under her closed eyelids.

"It hurts," she said and her voice seemed so childish.

"Open your eyes," the voice told her, "breathe. You can breathe."

Lucy obeyed and opened her eyes slightly. She really was floating, on the bottom of a sea. A black sea, everything was very dark, except a few bubbles that came up from the invisible bottom. A woman was floating above her. She looked like something taken out of a fairy tale. Her hair, skin and clothes were all white and shined brightly. She had a pair of large wings, but they didn't look like Ares' at all. They were large, with soft white feathers that moved gently in the water. She was completely white, except a pair of heavenly blue eyes that looked at her softly.

"An angel?" Lucy thought out loud. The woman's lips parted in a smile that showed her beautiful white teeth.

"My name is Hygieia," she explained, "I am the daughter of ´the god of medicine´. I promise you will get better."

"I did it again. Didn't I?" Lucy said and if she hadn't been underwater the tears would have streamed from her eyes, "I made everybody worry, and … and even failed. Even as a spirit." She didn't know why she said that to this strange woman. She didn't know her, but something about her was so calm and familiar.

"And yet you made Ares hesitate to kill," she whispered, "The god of war"

"But he did," Lucy said and rubbed her eyes, they were turning itchy, "he killed me … or he would have … am I dead? I don't know anything!" Hygieia made a little laughter that made Lucy even more curtain that she was an angel.

"You are not dead, Lucy Heartphilia," she said gently. Lucy wasn't even surprised that she knew her name, "you still have things to do in the living world."

"What could I possibly –"

"Believe in yourself," Hygieia said and made a smooth hand movement, she made bubbles consume them both. Lucy wanted to ask her more, but suddenly she felt really sleepy and her eyes closed once more.

You still have things to do in the living world.

"Come on, kid," she heard a familiar voice mumbled, it seemed so far away, "don't die on me now." Baldur? Yes, it was definitely him. She felt his huge palm on her forehead, feeling temperature. Her whole body ached and hurt, but she managed to open her eyes a little, but she had to close them immediately again, when the light threatened by burned her eyes out. Baldur had seen the movement.

"Lucy?" he exclaimed and hurried to turn off the light, "come on, open your eyes." Now the sound was clear.

She tried again, and found it a little easier, but the sun still shined through the thin curtain.

"You sure made us worry," he said and grabbed her shoulder so powerfully that she had to grit her teeth together. Lucy felt dizzy, and then something else. Sick. She put a hand over her mouth and widen her eyes. Baldur hurried to help her sit up.

"What's wrong?" he asked. Lucy made a sickening moan.

"Oh!" Baldur said surprised and hurried to get a paper bag - and just in time. Lucy felt her stomach crumble and yellow liquid appeared in her mouth. She held the paper bag up and felt her shoulders shake. Baldur hurried to gather her hair in a ponytail with his hand and used the other one to pat her lightly on the back.

"It's okay," he whispered and didn't seem repulsed at all. Just worried, like a concerned big brother. Lucy felt the tears stream down her cheeks. She felt so small and disgusting.

When she was done Baldur hurried to take the bag and went downstairs to trash it. Lucy clenched her fists and let her hair fall down her face to hide as much as possible. The tears kept falling, but she was silent.

When Baldur came back he hurried toward her and grabbed her hand.

"Lucy? Lucy, look at me," he said and she forced herself to look at him, His eyes were calm and protective, "it is okay. You are okay. Loki won't summon you into battles anymore. You are going to be just fine, and guess what. The Switch document runs out in 10 hours, you will be back to normal." His hand went down his pocket and he pulled a white tissue up, "isn't that great, huh?"

Lucy took the tissue and wiped her tears away. Then she tried to smile and Baldurs face lit up. He patted her on the head and stood up.

"I have to go, okay?" he was suddenly unsure again, "My master is on a mission, and he will probably summon me soon. Are you – are you going to be okay?"

Lucy nodded, but suddenly her eyes turned blank. Gate of the spirits! I open you! Lucy! It was Lokis voice, but it seemed almost desperate and panicking.

"Loki," Lucy whispered, she couldn't even recognize her own voice. Baldur flickered by the sound. His lips pulled in a warm smile.

"Guess somebody is worried about you," he said and crossed his arms, "what are you waiting for. Go!" Lucy felt the tears come up again. She jumped from her bed and Baldur made a surprised sound when her body pressed into his. She felt even smaller in his huge arms.

"Thank you," she whispered and more tears appeared and soaked his shirt. She realized he wasn't wearing his armor, but a red shirt, it was weird, but easier to hug.

"Oh man, stop those waterworks," he said and stretched her an arms length out, "we can't let your master see you like that." He brushed her tears away, she let him, when he was done he looked at her again, like an artist judging his work, "that's better, now, lets not let poor concerned Loki wait any longer."

Lucy felt the smoke appear around her. She held Baldurs eyes as long as she could. He send her a warm smile before she disappeared.

"Lucy!" Loki yelled and embraced her before the smoke had even cleared completely. She clenched her teeth in pain, but tried not to make it too visible, "I have tried to summon you all day, but you didn't show up … I thought. I thought you were dead!"

His voice was panicking and he reminded Lucy of a kid. It was weird to see Loki like this.

"I'm okay," she mumbled and realized it was the second sentence she had said since she woke up. Her voice was still weak and rasping.

"You sound awful," Loki said concerned and helped her sitting on the bed. Now she finally had a chance to look around her. She was in her own apartment, it smelled of cup noodles. Was that the only thing Loki ate? She scanned the room and sure enough the room was filled with open cup noodles and water bottles. She wanted to kill him, but when she looked back at his face, she sighed and softened.

"Are you really okay?" he asked and looked up and down her, probably expecting a to find some kind of bandage or heavy injury, but weirdly enough she looked completely fine.

"Yeah, it's just my voice-"

"Did you lose your voice!"

"No no no! I just woke up. That's all," she tried to explain.

"Ares, that –" Loki didn't seem to find a good swearword, so he just sighed and took Lucys hands in his, "I wont let you go back, I will keep you here for the next 10 hours."

"Loki you can't," Lucy said and pulled her hands back, "you were seriously injured too. You don't have that much magic."

"I don't care."

"But I do. I wont let you die because of your concern for me," Lucy said stubbornly and tried to sound strong, but it was hard with her worn-out voice.

"Ares is in the spirit world!" Loki yelled.

"I have Baldur!" she yelled back.

"Baldur?" Loki said and seemed surprised.

"That's were I live, with Baldur," Lucy explained. Loki pressed his lips tightly together, "oh god!" Lucy exclaimed and rolled her eyes, "Loki, there is nothing! He is like a brother to me!"

"I don't want you to go back!" Loki said and tried to sound final.

"Loki, don't be so worried," Lucy said and laid each hand on his cheeks. His body stiffens, and Lucy captured his eyes with her own, "just give me … 7 hours."

"That's too long," Loki said and knew he was defeated, but he still had a chance to get more time.

"No, you wont be able to hold me here for more than 3 hours," Lucy said and tried to make him worry about himself, but it seemed impossible.

"5 hours!" Loki insisted.

"No."

"6 hours!"

"No."

"Lucy, please!" his voice was begging, but Lucy shook her head.

"6 and a half!"

"It will be 8 if you don't stop," Lucy said and let her hands fall from his face.

"Fine," Loki said and his eyes lowered. Pain and rejection shone from his face and Lucy felt really uncomfortable. She put a hand on his arm that was hanging like a dolls.

"It's not a goodbye, Loki," she tried to explain, but he just turned away. She sighed and got ready to go back. The smoke rose from the ground and she felt her feet tickle lightly. The smoke seemed to wake Loki up; he jumped to his feet and reached out after her.

"Lucy!" he exclaimed and grabbed her arm. He pulled her into his arms and pressed his lips against hers. Lucy opened her eyes in surprise and stood frozen in the moment. Her feet were about to disappear and Loki didn't let go of her before the last second. The last thing she saw before she disappeared was the forced smile on Lokis face and his lips miming the words, I love you.

This is a very LokiXLucy chapter, but Ares WILL show up again - yeah, sorry the drama isn't over. : P

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