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After what felt like an eternity, my breath finally stopped catching and I managed to calm myself down. I gently put my hands up and use them to pull myself away from Loki just enough for me to be able to look up at his face.

"Loki...I do not know what to say...I'm sorry."

He looked at me incredulously, "there it is with that word again. What in the Norns do you have to be sorry for."

I flinched in surprise at his words. "What do you mean?"

Loki's expression flashed to reveal a slightly hurt appearance before switching back to the calm one he had previously, his eyes still fixed on my own.

"When you were drifting towards unconsciousness in Muspelheim you told me you were sorry when it clearly was not your fault. Now you are doing the same thing, you are apologizing for something you had no effect on or was not your error. It is pointless at this point I should be the one apologizing."

For some reason I find myself start to smile which causes Loki's features to become guarded.

"Why are you smiling like that?"

"Well, just because you said you were the one who should apologize, it was out of character for you. But you are wrong, you do not need to apologize."

Loki looked away from my gaze slightly, I reached up with my left hand and put it on the side of his face to make him look at me.

"What is it?"

"It was wrong of me…"

I did not need him to spell out his words to know what he meant. It was his way of apologizing for what happened in Muspelheim.

"It is alright Loki, it was not your fault. Sif and I should have been fighting together."

Loki releases me from his grasp and turns his form away from me. "That is not the problem, I was in charge of both of you and both of you ended up getting injured. It is all my error-"

"Loki…."

I say trying to cut in as I go up behind him to grab his hand. Suddenly he turns around, reclaiming my hand in the process.

"I am not happy that this happened, but I can promise you that I will do everything in my power to make sure it does not happen again."

I could not believe the resolve he had in his eyes when he said this to me.

"You do not have to do that-"

"Yes I do Sanna! If not then, but certainly now. I told you that I have some type of feelings for you, meaning that I care. I know I do not show it very often but I do care about all of my comrades, but with you it is not the same…actually that is not completely accurate, with you it is never the same with anything."

At this point I was at a loss for words, I could not believe it, he was actually telling me how he feels.

Is this the time he chose to let me in?

Loki runs a hand through his hair, "at any rate...we should probably be leaving soon."

I could feel the disappointment creeping up inside of me, I did not want to go yet. Not when he was finally letting me in!

"What time is it?"

"About halfway through the night."

I thought for a moment, I really did not want to go yet. Even though I was dizzy and needed sleep to rid myself of the rest of the pain I was feeling, I was still getting a rare glimpse of what Loki really thinks. Since that is the case I am sure I can deal with a little discomfort, right?

"Is there anything important going on tomorrow?" I ask in an attempt to keep us talking.

He paused for a moment, "nothing comes to mind. Thor decided that it would be best to wait to go on another journey until you and Sif are completely recovered."

I smiled at that, "was Thor worried about Sif?"

Loki scoffed, "I'd say so considering how much he wanted to leave me unconscious."

"He said that?" I gasped my smile fading, and he smirked in response.

"No but he definitely thought it. Honestly if I hadn't been beating myself up before hand I'm sure he would not have hesitated to do so for me."

A smile reformed on my face, "you really think he was worried?"

"I would say so, what does it matter though? It's most likely another one of my brother's flings."

My eyes set downcast at that, I really hoped it was not. Even though she wouldn't admit it, Sif really cared for Thor. "I hope not, I'd feel bad for her if it were. Anyways, are you sure that nothing substantial is happening tomorrow?"

Loki smirked, "you doubt me?"

I let my hands drift from his own and slide up his upper arms. I wanted to stay, but the pain that had been ebbing at me suddenly got worse.

"No I was just making sure, well I guess I should get going then. I have to catch up on my duties tomorrow."

I was about to walk away but Loki's grip on my arms prevented me from doing so. "Are you still in pain?"

Deciding not to lie I nod my head, "it's not that bad though, really."

Suddenly a green light I identify as Loki's magic started to emanate from his hands and up my arms before engulfing my entire body. The pain and stiffness I was attempting to ignore all but vanished. I sigh with relief at the pain disappearing, "thank you."

I manage to say. Even though the pain was gone, the dizziness that was hiding behind the pain made a full appearance. I started to sway but Loki released my arms and grabbed my shoulders to steady me.

An exasperated sigh escapes him, "honestly woman why do you insist on doing this to yourself."

Without another word he releases my shoulders and bends down to pick me up bridal style. A blush forms on my cheeks immediately.

"W-What are you d-doing?" I say, finding myself stammering.

I could not believe he had just picked me up. Loki looks down at my now red face with a look of amusement and slight worry. "

Sanna, it is quite amusing that you want to talk to me so much that you would ignore your obvious pain. But my dear, you can barely stand."

I blush even redder when he calls me my dear, which in turn leaves me stammering unable to form a coherent sentence. He had called people my dear before but mostly showing sarcasm. When he said it to me, it was different...

Loki smirks down at me, destroying any thoughts I was having. "We will get back to your normal training schedule tomorrow. Although you are good with enchantments, you can be better."

I was not sure if I should take that as an insult or a compliment so I just nod to avoid any discrepancy. The familiar green light flashes again and when it disperses I find myself at the entryway of where the servants sleep. He gently puts me down before disappearing in another burst of light that goes unnoticed by all, but me. I quickly walk over to my bed and climb in before anyone can wake up to see me out of bed.

Is this how things are going to be between us from now on? As much as I want to deny it, I really hope so...

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