Loki was wandering through the vast corridors of his mind. Lost. Alone. Mist swirled around his boots and the edge of his cape as he strode down a mirrored hall. Gazing around him, hundreds of Loki stared back, reflected countless numbers of times. The hall opened into a round room that was lit by a bluish light, also mirrored like the rest of the hall. Loki slowly strode to the center of it, sitting cross-legged. He was tired. Lost. Alone.

"Why are your eyes so sad?"

He looked up, trying his best to glare. Like his eyes, it was a look tinged by sadness. A young woman was standing in front of him, clad in a ice blue gown, trimmed with mint-green silk. Her dark almost-black hair curled gently around her face, reaching her hips. Pale white orchids sparkled, contrasting sharply with her hair that they were twined in. Impossibly-light blue eyes met his pale

She slowly sank down to his level, sitting directly in front of him. "I asked, 'why are your eyes so sad?' Can you hear me...?"

He sneered at her, suddenly irate. "Of course I can hear you. I just chose to not answer your petty question! Who are you, to be wandering through my mind uninvited? Leave me alone!"

The girl-woman smiled at him, though her smile was almost sad. "Your words betray your hurt. Sleep, be at peace."

She gently touched his forehead with a finger, cupping his cheek with her other hand. Her touch felt nice. Soft, and slightly cool. When was the last time someone had touched him like this? Had someone ever touched him that way? Suddenly, Loki felt very tired. "You.. Still.. didn't answer..my question.." He muttered sleepily, slumping over with exhaustion. The girl-woman caught him, gently manuvering him to land with his head in this his lap. To his horror, Loki felt long-overdue tears start to prick at the corners of his eyes. Emotions were fickle creatures, never allowing themselves to be hidden away forever, bursting forth in one powerful rush.

She stroked his hair softly. "You may call me Ziyana." Being tired made Loki slightly loopy. Ziyana made a nice pillow..."Why are you being so nice to me?" he asked, confused.

She smiled again, but this time it was a more genuine smile. "Sleep... you are no longer alone."

Her words were comforting to his tired consiousness. Finally, hesitantly, Loki lowered his guards, succumbing to sleep.

When Loki awoke, he felt refreshed. Peaceful. Dare he say, happy even. He was no longer in the strange mirror-room, but back in his chambers, tucked into his soft forest-green bed.

Wait a second.. he thought. Tucked in? Someone tucked him in?

The memories of Ziyna came rushing back to him, in one giant rush of strange emotions. He must've eaten something to make him dream of this girl... She smelled nice. Like... Ice and mint and orchids. Clean and fresh.

Loki frowned at himself, appalled at his thoughts. The girl-Ziyana- were as far-fetched and full of fluff as Loki's dreams could ever hope to accomplish. Stroking his hair? Definitely a dream.

At that very moment, his eyes fell to the table next to his bed.

On it was a pale white orchid, glowing in the morning sun.

So... This is my first Loki fic sooooooo lets give that lil ol' review button a tap, shall we? ;) Updates will be sorta slow(ish?)