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Leera woke earlier than normal; the sun had not even begun to rise yet. She felt uneasiness, something she had not felt since her relationship with Greg, all those years ago. The feeling was undefinable, and Leera pondered a moment, laying wide-eyed, staring at the intricate ceiling. Then it came to her. Her thoughts were suddenly confirmed when a rustle was heard on the floor. Leera missed Loki's presence beside her. Pushing back her sheets, Leera crawled as she had done previously that evening, across the king-size bed, and dangled her face over the edge, peering down into the darkness. Although it may have been dark, those emerald green eyes were clearly identifiable. Loki led awake, staring up at his wife. Smiling gently, Leera shuffled further down so her face was hovering over his. "Can you not sleep?" Leera asked in a whisper.
"A shock to you, this may seem, but the floor is rather uncomfortable" Loki retorted, turning his head away. Leera turned and slid from the bed, walking carefully around the bed, careful not to step onto anything on the floor and stood in front of the body on the floor. Kneeling down, Leera crawled to Loki's side, lying down beside him, facing him.
"Go, lay on the bed. I shall sleep her until the sun rises" Leera said gently, stroking a hand down Loki's cheek. Loki pulled his head away and sat up, pushing down his makeshift sheet into a pile beside his feet. Leera also sat and watched her husband bring his knees up to his chest, and wrapping his arms around them, curling up.
"I'm fine on the floor" Loki replied, his eyes heavy with a deep need to sleep. Leera slid easily along the wooden floor in her silk nightdress and sat alongside her husband, taking a hand in hers and turned to face him.
"Loki, please, take the bed, you need sleep"
"I shall take the bed if you join me?" Loki said difficultly. Leera tightened her grip on Loki's hand and brought it to her mouth and kissed it, causing a sigh to escape Loki's lips.
"Loki…" She said warningly as she pulled away, and Loki retrieved his hand. It a sudden movement, Loki twisted his body. The reaction so fast that Leera fell onto her back. Loki then knelt over her; his legs either side her hips and his hands either side of her head. Leera tried to wriggle form his bodily cage, but found it no use as Loki did not budge. Leaning down, ever so solely, like a predator about to pounce on its prey, Loki pressed his cold lips lightly onto the dark haired woman's, savouring the heat exchange between their mouths. The trickster gasped as he pulled away and looked deep into the eyes of his wife. Leera tried again, wriggling with all her might to escape from beneath Loki, but still, he did not move. "… Let me move Loki" Leera said, her face flushed as she saw a glint in the green god's eyes.
"No…" Loki replied, a tint of menace in his voice. Leera suddenly felt frightened. The loving look had now disappeared from his emerald eyes, and anger and possession replaced it in a flash. Leera's breathing began to fasten as Loki moved his hands from beside Leera's head and placed them harshly over her wrists, bringing them above her head, his face, dark and daunting. Leera's heart pounded as this new expression scared her. Never has she seen Loki look so, so frightening, and especially in the dark. She knew he would not let go, as of course, he was always reminding her that he did what he wanted. The only thing she could do at this point, as he leant in, was cry. Leera began and struggled against Loki's grasp and tears trickled down her alabaster face as she sobbed, whimpers escaping her mouth. Loki pulled away, a frown dancing against his brow, and his grip loosened. "Loki…" Leera managed to speak in between whimpers "Your scaring me, please, let me go" Leera closed her eyes tightly, to hide his raging eyes from her sight and turned her head. Seconds later Leera felt the mighty hands gently move away from her wrists, and the heavy body move from hers. Fearing what she would see if she opened her eyes, Leera scurried back into a sitting position, leaning against the bed side table, with her eyes tightly shut, her heart beating at a rapid pace.
Attempting to bring her breathing back to normal, Leera jumped at the sudden touch on her face. Opening her eyes reluctantly, Leera found Loki, kneeling in front of her, his eyes filled with sorrow, and his trembling hand caressing her face. "Forgive me Leera, I do not know what I was doing. Forgive me" Loki said, lowering his eyes after seeing the hurt in his beloved's eyes. Leera sniffled her tears away and placed a hand over Loki's, holding it to her face. Looking up, Loki noticed Leera's face soften and he gave a weak, guilt filled smile. "Do you forgive me? I did not mean to frighten you; to harm you…" Loki added as he saw reddened wrists through the darkness of the room. "Please, say you forgive me, do you? Will you?" Loki placed his other hand on Leera's opposite cheek and leaned forward, placing his head against hers, closing his eyes.
"What do you think?" Leera spoke above a whisper and turned her head slightly to kiss Loki's hand in forgiveness. Loki smiled as he remained attached to Leera. "Just, don't do that again, don't look at me like that, with those eyes…" Loki's smile faded and he fell back onto his heels, removing his hands from Leera's face and placing them gently on her thighs.
"What eyes? How did I look?" Loki asked, genuinely concerned.
"Loki… you looked like you were about to kill me, or do something else against me will, that I imagine to be greatly unpleasant…" Leera answered, rubbing a wrist absentmindedly. Loki's eyes widened in horror and he fell back onto his behind.
"I-I, leer aim so sorry, I did not, I mean… that was not me, never would I harm you or attempt to… Leera you must believe me, I- I don't know what I was… I…" Loki pleaded, raking his hands through his long black, velvety hair.
"I do believe you Loki. Whatever it is, this illness, its making you react irrationally, giving you nightmares and making you sick. Can you see now, that something is wrong?" Leera inquired, her eyes weary from her tears and tiredness. Loki did not give an audible answer, but instead nodded I reply, feeling ashamed that he hurt his wife and that she was scared. Scared of her own husband. Loki shook his head, unable to conceive what he had just done and buried his face in his hands in shame. Leera looked on with pain filled sympathy and scooted over to her husband, resting her head on his shoulder, rubbing his arms reassuringly. Loki dropped his hand down and wrapped it around Leera's back, bringing her into a hug against his chest.
"If we may not share a bed, that just for tonight, stay here with me, until sunrise?" Loki asked, pulling Leera into a warm embrace. Leera nodded and agrees with a hum, sleep filling he body and she comfortably leant against her husband. Loki rested his head on Leera's and summoned the silk sheets to cover them to keep them warm, and no sooner did that happen did Loki fall into a welcomed slumber….
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"I told you, I do not recall any such thing. If I had any memory, or recollection of something I may have eaten or drank, or were subject to, would I not inform you? So desist pestering me, and tell me what is wrong! I attacked my wife last night under a wrong state of mind, which is by far not a normal act, so do not think you can withhold information from me! I shall be told right now, as it is my right to know what is wrong" Loki spat at the elder healer as he sat uncomfortably on the medical bed, his parents and brother next to his bed. The elder, face red and flustered, placed an annoyed hand on her hip and pointed to the prince.
"My Lord, we have done everything we can possibly do to find out what this illness may be, but we have no answers. We have done everything out abilities will allow us to do and more besides. Apart from food poisoning or having been exposed to something alien, there is nothing more we can do to decipher a treatment or help you in anyway. Of course, there is one thing you may want to look into perhaps…" The elder replied, and looked to Odin. "…He is, after all, the spawn of a frost giant, have you considered they he may have contracted an ailment of some sort that is common in his kind?" As soon as the words left the healers mouth, Loki sprang from his chair, wrapping his hand around the healer's throat and marched her across the room, pinning her to the opposite wall. Frigga gasped in horror as she witnessed her son forcefully pushes the well-respected healer into the wall and looked desperately to Thor to pull him away and restrain him.
Thor recognised his mother's request in her eyes and shot forward, grabbing his brother's tunic in his fist from his back and pulled back harshly, the collar of Loki's tunic cutting into his jugular. The sounds of Loki coughing at the pressure on his throat soon died down as Thor gripped Loki's arms and held them tightly behind his back. The healer moved forward, rubbing her neck, looking closely at something in Loki's face. The emerald prince felt suddenly unnerved as the old woman approached him, curiosity evident in her face. As she stood in front of the young god, knowing that she was safe from harm as his arms were held behind his back, she cupped his head in her wrinkled hands, pulling his face forward. "You are so full of hatred, young prince…" She spoke, looking deeply into the eyes of the god. Slowly, she noticed, slithers of red veins crept across his iris, clamping down in irregular 'V' shapes. As Loki's heart rate quickened, so did the veins thicken, covering almost the whole iris, and his face became menacing. The healer watched as the red veins in the iris dripped onto the whites of his eyes, decorating them in the most erratic of patterns. The elder healer gasped as she saw the eyes of a frost giant begin to break through the once emerald eyes of the young prince of Odin.
Stroking his cheek gently, in an attempt to calm him down, the healer smiled at him. At this rate, if Loki were to keep increasing his anger he would cause himself to fall unconscious or vomit. The healer sighed and thought of the only possible thing that may bring him back. "Put aside this anger Loki, think of Loofney you son, and Leera, your wife" As soon as those names where uttered at loki's face, his whites of his eyes returned to their full snow white colour and the red 'v' shape veins receded; his emerald eyes dilating. A moment Loki stood, confused and tired, the next his legs gave way and he slumped into the waiting arms of his brother behind him.
Odin rushed to help Thor place the weakened form of Loki back onto the bed and Frigga turned to the healer, placing a hand across her heart. "What did you see? What is wrong with him?"
"I believe that young Loki Odinson is fighting some of him demons" The healer said sadly, looking as the young prince of the bed.
"Meaning?" Odin said shortly, placing a hand on his wife's back.
"The frost giant in him was coming through, caused by his anger, his rage; forcing its way without Loki prepared, without knowing. Do you think it possible that you could perhaps research or acquire some information on frost giants, so we might be able to know exactly what is going on here?" The elder asked, looking at the All-Father.
"Indeed, we shall all look into this. I would suggest going to Jotunheim, although our past with them is not so pleasant, and I doubt the newest leader of their realm would take kindly to Thor asking about their ailments and things such as that. But we will do everything in our power to find out. In the meantime, what will you do with him? Shall he stay here under your watch, or will you send him back to his wife's care?" Odin asked, concerned.
"I think it best to keep him here, in case he collapses again or lashes out again. It would be safe him being here than in his chambers. Safe for Lady Loki and little Loofney" She explained. Odin nodded, and allowed Frigga to kiss the brow of her son before leaving the chambers, Thor quietly behind. The healer looked back to the sleeping prince and cast a glare at him, wondering, fearing even, that if the next time he awakes, he would be in his true form, then there would be no stopping him in harming her or any other healer in this chamber.