Young Writers Society

"Good." Yawn. "Night." She looks at his hand, then takes hers and wraps it around hers.

"Goodnight." I respond stiffly, for there is nothing good about any night on which you cannot sleep but then feel my voice soften on the last words, "My dear.." I drift into silence staring at everything but the small huddled form by my side, the only thing my waking brain wasn't afraid of and then sleep at long last seemed to call...

She does not go to sleep, only turns softly and watches him. I hurt him. I didnt want to. And a tear falls from her eye and lands on her pillow.
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A few hours later, she cant take looking at him, she gets up and walks to the bathroom, trying to be happy.

I am searching in a storm, but I- I can't find it.. It isn't there the shelter, where is it? Where is the place where I can be safe?!? Running desperately searching pushing through the storm. I keep running and then the lightning it cracks through the air in a loud flash. I am in Jotunheim a place I never was old enough to remember, but remember so vividly every night I close my eyes. The wretched storm I can't outrun, and the dark figure that emerges cloaked in night, that walks past me like I am a stray dog, the one eyed man. The golden haired boy fair and pale not yet sun hardened who wants me as a pet... 'Father the war is won might I have this one as a trophy?' and the coy phrase 'He is your responsibility...' burns through me. I toss and turn my expression innocent conflicted... Keep a person? Is that right? Trophy? What does tat mean? 'Where are my parents?' The one eyed man answers : 'They will not leave Jotunheim.'

"I didnt mean to hurt him." She tells herself. "I dont need to be sad. I am with the handsomest, nicest guys ever. I NEED TO BE GRATEFUL!"

Then, she walks back into the room, and lays down beside him. "I love you, you crazy god."

I murmmur in my sleep, "Why won't they leave Jotunheim?"
'because they are resting and they will rest for a long time..'

I rub the hair back from his face, and he says, "Why won't they leave Jotunheim?"

"What?" I barely whisper, leaning closer to him.

My expression is puzzled, "Resting? Why don't you wake them?"
'They cannot wake from this sleep.'

I look at his face, his sharp cheekbones and semi-ful lips, and I have to look away.

"They cannot wake?" my voice falters even in sleep, "Then they are not resting!", I conclude and the one eyed man frowns, 'No not this one too intelligent' and he points his ugly stick at me which in turn I stare at as It begins to glow fascinated,"Liightniing..", the boy who is slightly taller and broader than me leaps in front of me. 'No! I want this one it might be smart enough to potty train..'

"What are you dreaming of, my love?" I whisper to him.

"Train?" I frown again stumped I only learned some of their funny words trading with father this was not one, "Train?" I say it again expecting an explanation and get whacked with a stick 'Be quiet Glacier Dog!' "Glacier dog?" Asgardian for a smaller breed of ice giant... disrespectful slang for snow elf..

He is so beautiful. I think as I get up and walk to the pile of clothes.

I grab a big shirt off the floor. Loki's shirt.

I pull my dress over my head, and slip the shirt on.

Then I run back to the bed and lay down right next to Loki.

He hits me again and I wince, visibly in my sleep. He hits me until I am I can no longer see I am unconscious.. And I wince several times in my sleep, but I am not afraid anymore I have found my shelter.

"Loki!" I cry. "Loki, are you okay?"

I sit up and wrap my arm around his shoulders, pulling him against me. "Please. Tell me something."