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Entry 4

     A/n: Just wanted to do a random Loki x Angela oneshot. Enjoy!

    (Angela's POV)

    The sound of Loki's slow, even breathing is the only sound in the silent room. All is dark, save for the starlight emanating from my enchanted ceiling. My head rests on Loki's chest, his arms wrapped tightly around me, holding me in my position. In the dim light, Loki's skin looks paler, his hair almost a dark blue instead of black. He looks peaceful.

    Angelic.

    I hold back a snort. It's ironic, considering that I'm the angel lying in this bed.

    Loki didn't have that serene look a few hours ago. I had been gazing at my ceiling, attempting to discern the constellations when I had heard a hesitant knock on my door. Opening it, I had found a sweating, shaken Loki wringing his hands. Naturally I had let him in. It was obvious that he'd had a nightmare.

    He had asked to stay with me for the night, and of course I had accepted. This led to my current situation. I had been unable to sleep, hence my staring at the ceiling.

    I don't want to sleep anyway, knowing the little time I have with him. A thousand years is but a heartbeat to eternity. Even less. So I am content to lie awake tonight, cradled in Loki's embrace. I am satisfied with the moment, just allowing myself to be held, and keeping Loki's demons at bay.

    Loki twitches in his sleep, his eyebrows furrowing into a momentary frown. Seconds later, his face relaxes again, and he slumbers on. His grip around me tightens, and I snuggle closer to accommodate the change. I wrap my legs around his left one, attempting to get even closer to him. His army green shirt is wrinkled under my head, his hair tousled from tossing and turning.

    I would never admit it to him, but it is endearing to see him like this. When he lets go of his poised, careful composure and shows his sweeter, softer side. The moments when he shows his heart, what's truly inside him. What he deems to be a monster, but I see as a man in pain. These moments make me fall even further in love with him.

    My eyes eventually drift closed of their own accord. I surrender to the peaceful atmosphere of my bedroom, and succumb to the welcoming influence of sleep.

    A/n: I know it's short, but the idea came to me and wouldn't leave me alone, so I toyed with it a bit and got this.