(NOT JUST A LOKI STORY - this story is about many marvel characters as well as Esther Mason and Loki Laufeyson)
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Once upon a time, there was a sweet little girl with a loving family.
She had everything she wanted.
She lived a life of peace and plea...
"I bet it does," he sighs, still looking straight ahead.
I grin.
"And for some reason I keep coming back to allow myself such torment," he adds as he situates himself to lie down against the pillows with me, his arm still under my head.
I smile. "It's because deep down, you know that you like it."
"Don't count on it," he mutters to tease me. But as his smile fades he turns his head to look at me, our faces only inches apart as his eyes scan my face thoughtfully.
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I look at him with curiosity and furrowed brows. "Do I have something on my face?"
His eyes continue to stare at me calmly before he mutters, "No..."
I give a breathy laugh. "Then why do you keep staring at me like that?"
He hesitates. But after a long moment his eyes finally tear away from mine and he turns his head to look at the ceiling. "...I don't know," he sighs.
I repeat his action and stare at the ceiling as well. "You're weird," I state quietly.
"So are you, kitten," he mutters in a breath. "Now get some sleep or I'm leaving."
I laugh. "Alright. Oh, and thank you," I say as I close my eyes.
"I know," he sasses, a grin on his lips that I can hear in his voice.
"Goodnight Frosty," I say as a small smile graces my face
I can almost hear another sigh from him as I settle in and find myself more comfortable than before. Sleep seems to find me right away and I don't have nightmares... I have a good dream... Perhaps I won't reveal exactly what it was but I know that it was no nightmare. I feel at peace. And this rest is what my weary bones need.
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WANDA MAXIMOFF:
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Maybe I shouldn't... He may be sleeping...
I linger outside his door as the air brings slight chill bumps to my skin. I wear the sleep attire they had in every room. But I don't think it's the lack of warmth that makes me cold... I feel demons clawing at my insides in a way that makes me feel frightened even now.
I check with my mind to see if he's asleep and he's not.
So with that I allow myself to turn the knob and open the door quietly.
He spots me immediately and sits up, his face showing concern for his sister as he asks, "Wanda?"
I look down, a little embarrassed to be here. "I... couldn't sleep—... the... um nightmares..." I say quietly. Nightmares are something I have on a regular basis so I should be used to them. But these were different. And given the past few days I don't think I can sleep on my own tonight.
