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Loki woke with a gasp. Vaguely noticing the soaked sheets, he pushed them off and stared into the darkened room. His keen eyes sought out every familiar item while his heart raced. Then he listened.

It was early yet; the palace was sleeping aside from the guard on duty.

Quietly he placed his bare feet on the floor and walked up to a window. With barely a hint of hesitation he touched the curtain and took a look outside.

Everything stood. The gardens, the walls, the golden statues… It was as familiar as a thousand years before.

Absently he touched his chest where the healed wound emitted a faint ache.

It had been another dream.

Of Asgard burning, with Surtur rising among the flames.

Jotunheim

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Thor (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Loki (Marvel)/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Despair, Longing, Memories, Unconditional Love Summary:

When Loki is alone, his thoughts goes to her, the one he left behind.

Tagging my readers, if they’re still around:

What choice do we have between pleasure and pain We're stuck in a role, must conform and abstain

The pressure of guilt when we step out of line It's weighing us down till we learn to decline

The roses that grow in winter are echoes of things to come Like children who live of cinders their whispers too soft for some

We waited so long at the border with hope of another day The needless would bring us their blessing with power to lead us astray

The roses that grow in winter have thorns made of fire and ice The ground that i walk on is cracking It's built upon murderous lies

You challenge a goddess for power you wander a dangerous road The burden is linked to your birthright You'll pay every debt that she's owed

The roses that grow in winter are twisted and hardy like steel The snowfall will cover their petals but never they'll bend for your heel

And so we fall with wings aflame Like embers fading through the sea A moment's mirror of the stars above  Through shadows of a broken tree

The winds shall rage at our demise The sun shall spell our names But sand will cover every trace In time’s eternal games

A memory in someone’s heart A carving in the wood It fades away and no one cares who wears the Reaper’s hood

Our words were shared so long ago but nothing really changed The sights that formed through broken glass just made us look deranged

We fly too high to be believed Too low to be recalled What all we do is out of bounds and life cannot be stalled

Things get heated in a different way when an Avengers mission has need for them both.

Tagging:

A time when roses couldn't grow when hope would turn to dust When silver coated all the floors and wind would smell like rust

I thought a better life would come a promise of relief but only felt the ashes fall in endless days of grief

A letter written signed and sealed with secrets from our past A moment folded back in time when scars were meant to last

Sometimes being deeply intimate is the best remedy...

Tagging:

Loki realizes that he's in trouble but can't resist the temptation to continue.

Tagging my horny lovely readers: