"Loki!" You scream. You're staring into a dark void, and you can't find him. You put your hands out to feel something, anything. You come up empty handed, and you start to shiver. A coldness so deep, and icy seeps into your bones. You try to reserve the warmth in your body by hugging your arms to your chest but it doesn't work. Slowly, you are growing desperate. You scream his name until you're hoarse, and now you're growing scared. You're so scared that you'll never see him again. It's becoming panic.

Then you feel arms tighten around you, and a soft voice calling you from the darkness. "Love?" You open your eyes, greeted by the sight of Loki. You gasp and tighten your grip on him. "Love," Loki coos. "It was just a night terror." You nod into his chest as he gently strokes your hair down. The room is still dark, and you figure it's still night, or very early morning. "Are you alright now?" He looks down at you, and you nod again. "Do you want to speak of it?" He asks, slowly rubbing his hands up and down your arms. It comforts you, and you're finally able to breath.

"Yes," you say quietly. "I would." He nods to encourage you forward. "I was in this endless space of blackness, and-and I-I," you stutter and your voice cracks. "I couldn't find you."

Loki' arms reflexively pull you closer. Your warm skin presses into his cooler skin, but you don't feel cold at all. You feel contented, just by him holding you.

"Loki?" You ask, your voice small. It reminds you of when you were children, sneaking into Loki's room after you had a nightmare. He was always the only person who could comfort you. The only person that could quiet your fretting and put it to rest.

"Yes, (Y/N)?" He replies, his head lying back on one of the many pillows.

"If things could be different, what would happen with us?"

You hear Loki chuckle a bit, the sound reverberating through your body. "Well, I would most definitely have asked you to be my wife. We would have had many children, and like now, I would love you forever, but we would not have a single worry. We would reside happily in Asgard."

You press your lips together, and look up into his green eyes. He smiles down at you. "Sadly, it doesn't really mean much to talk of." You frown at this, but stretch up and kiss his cheek. He closes his eyes at your touch. When you pull away, he rests his hand on the side of your face. "I do not tell you this enough. You look at me, and I feel breathless with your beauty. You look at me again and I feel ever so unworthy of even my name passing your lips. Ever since I found you again, my life has been a storm. Bring me peace." His eyes are begging, and your lips quiver . He's never said anything like this to you. Never.

"Loki. . . ." You trail off, and sit up a bit to get a better look at him. "I will. I will do everything in my power to bring you peace." You bend down, and press your lips to his. His soft flesh seems to meld against yours, and he presses his hand against the back of your neck. You stop kissing him a moment. "I love you so much it hurts."

Loki smirks. "I heard that's the best kind of passion." You catch his underlying meaning, and blush. "I went easy on you tonight; you should know." Your skin burns at this comment, and he looks you over. "Your blush; it doesn't stop at your collar bone." His eyes flash dangerously, and an excited shiver runs down your spine. As if he knows this, he traces your spine, ever so lightly with just the tips of his fingers. He does this once more, but slower. "I hope this isn't our last night together." He muses quietly, as he yawns. "I truly hope with every fiber of my being that it is not." You yawn as well. Right now you wish you could stay awake, just lying under the covers with him. Bare, and also emotionally exposed toward each other, but you feel the deep waters of sleep calling you, and you feel you must listen.