Chapter Five:

"Loki does not like it when I wear make-up." Lucy told Lady Sif, as they wandered around an Asgardian store.

Sif seemed to be amused by this, "That sounds rather silly."

"I guess it should not really surprise me... I mean when he held me capti-" Lucy stopped herself...

Sif knew all about Lucy's imprisonment now. It was not unknown... but it was only limited to the royal family and Thor's friends. Sif was absolutely frustrated at the fact, being the understatement, and it still did not sit well with her whenever it was brought up. Sif waved her hand however, and let out a sigh.

"I know, remember?"

Lucy ducked her head, "I forget."

"Why didn't you try to call for help... or escape sooner?"

Because I loved him from the start and I was too scared and conflicted to face it.

Lucy travelled with Lady Sif that afternoon so that she could get the feel of what Asgard was like, and what she would have to get used to for the rest of her life... However, given the agreement, Lucy would be able to go back to Earth whenever she wanted if Loki did not comply with what Odin had told him. Odin would make Loki send her back, most likely erase her mind of having ever met him. What would Lucy do then?

She stopped, gasping sharply as if someone had tried to pull her heart physically out of her chest. "I couldn't..."

Sif noticed this, and immediately grabbed Lucy out of concern, "Lady Lucy!"

Lucy swallowed, blinked and then looked up at Sif, "I'm sorry... I just..." she shuddered, "I'm fine. I promise... and please don't call me lady."

"Loki, for Odin's sake, please will you stop pacing?" Frigga pleaded with her son, trying to bring him into her arms, but he resisted, like a child and continued his pace.

His dream was haunting him, and he had come to the hall to see if he could find Lucy. Instead, Loki ran into Frigga, who was deep in thought, and almost knocked her over. In the middle of his panic, Loki had become rather frustrated, but there was no way he would take it out on the likes of Frigga. Having asked him a million times what ever was the matter, Loki still did not tell her.

He did not want to tell her what he had dreamed about...

Please... do not let this be premonition.

"Why won't you tell me what is wrong with you, my son?"

Loki sighed, waving his arm to try and make Frigga sod off from the questions.

Impossible.

"Where is Lucy?" He asked lowly.

Frigga tilted her head to the side, her interest and curiosity not dampered, "Why... Lucy has gone out with Sif. Did she not tell you?"

"No, I was asleep in our chambers."

"Why are you pacing, Loki. Please-"

Loki shook his head, "I cannot tell you."

"Cannot tell me?" Frigga sounded bruised now, finally taking her son into her arms and embracing him adoringly, "I am your mother, Loki... You can tell me anything."

He hugged her back, only because the inner child inside of him was crying, wanting his mother, "I had... a nightmare."

"And he no longer strikes you, or-"

Lucy appreciated the concern, really. It was just somewhat too much considering Asgard, and talking to Sif and the others had not been something Lucy anticipated when she was first captured... or her life before that. She nodded her head, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"That would break promise." Lucy told Sif, "He is very regretful. Yes, I know that is not a good excuse, that he is sorry. I once told him that I was the masochist." Lucy smiled, as if her own private joke with Loki himself, "Because despite everything... I fell in love with the man that I thought was going to kill me."

Loki's detachment issues were solid. Ever since Lucy had come back with him... He felt every strand in his body tugged to wanting to be with Lucy every second of every hour of the day. Granted that was a little suffocating, Loki could not bear the thought of losing Lucy again... Given that he would never have been his to lose had he not taken her away. His nerves were knotted, still awaiting her return from the city... He would not be able to breathe until she did.

Loki understood how insane he must truly be at that moment.

In any matter, his mind kept returning to his dream.

Wrapping his arms around her body, Loki gasped, and pulled her partially up from the bed of which she lay. His body was overcome with such despair and desolence... more than he'd ever felt in his life. He could not lose her again... He would not let this happen. But it was his fault... all his fault.

"Come back to me, baby... Please." Loki said in a low voice. "Please, please." If there was nothing more he could prove to wanting her back, his eyes glistened over with warm tears that were threatening to fall, to slide over his cheekbones.

She did not move, and her shallow breath was even shallower.

"No!" Loki shouted, clasping his hands around the table where Lucy's perfumes and other random toiletries sat. They all shook, clanking together angrily.

He shivered, and it went from his head to his toes.

What did his dream even mean? Loki was scared, he was... The thought of losing her in his dreams was paralyzing.

Lucy... He clenched his jaw tight.

"Loki?" Lucy hummed, peeking her head into the bedchambers, after being told that he had retired for the night by Frigga.

The way she spoke to Lucy was a little unnerving, but the Queen did not give her anything more than those words. Lucy pushed the doors open a little more, light pouring into the room in it's darkness. Not a single candle lit, or a chandelier on. Loki was hunched on the bed, head in his hands.

"Loki, are you-"

"Lucy..." He looked up, "There you are."

Lucy rushed over to Loki, taking his face in her hands and kissing him sweetly, "Tell me what's the matter."

"I..." he would not tell her about the dream, he did not want to frighten her, "don't feel too well... that's all."

suck chapter is suck, and I do apologize for that. I might need help guys, really.