Little Dreamer Galaxy :)

Intuition I should have just let go. The thoughts keep creeping in. It feels like it’s my fault. I hate myself for this. If only I could travel! I can’t do this. We’re sitting at the round table in the center of the small spaceship Loki found, in silence. It’s painful. I know what I have to do, but I don’t think I can do it.           “I’m sorry.” I say. He probably thinks I don’t mean it. I try to convince myself I don’t care.           “It’s not your fault.” Of course, that’s what I want to hear right now. And I know it. But I didn’t think about Loki. I didn’t think about how he must feel responsible for his magic failing to accommodate three people after everything that happened. He feels responsible. I know it. It’s strange. It’s almost like I know it without knowing. It almost feels like I’m reading his mind. That’s strange. He’s done it with me more times than I’m necessarily comfortable with, but still. It’s strange. I just know .           “Loki? Do you believe in i

Not Safe Cold. I feel cold. Why is the ground so cold? Am I back on Jotunheim? I don’t even know where I am anymore, all I know is that the little stability, any sort of world I had left has come crashing down. Literally. Doesn’t look like this landslide is subsiding. Maybe I’ll get buried under it. Maybe I don’t think I care anymore. What the hell happened? I don’t even know…I can’t process, can’t breathe, can’t think.           “Ingrid!”           I hear a voice coming from a ways off as I try to keep my head. Loki? What is he doing, I wonder? Probably looking for me. I feel like I wandered. Just ran. Couldn’t think anymore. Just ran. And ran.           “Ingrid!”           Should I call back? He’s probably worried. I suddenly realize that my throat is parched, and I can’t talk. So thirsty.           “Ingrid! Come out, are you hiding from me?”           A few more rocks dislodge above me.           “Oh, there you are, Ingrid, where were you?”           He must ha

Sorry i got the fanfic bug. The Only Way “What is it?” I surprise even myself, by asking. “Did Gadalia track us?”           “Doubt it,” says Lyd. “If I had to guess, Aura’s cronies.”           “Oh no.”           “I knew they’d be back.”           “Shit.” It’s Sif. “Get down.”           “What?”           “No time to run the best thing to do is hide.”           “We all should be dead by now,” says Lyd, cynically. Of course,she has to say that.           How much time do you presume we have, Calder?” asks Sif. “Since Thor had you—”           “Set the alarm system, yeah I know. About five minutes. Yeah, ship coming…” he pulls up the readings, “Xandarian class. TK-08. Yep, looks like them.”          I can’t believe Calder just tried to kill me, and now he’s acting like nothing ever happened. I don’t know what to think. He’s my brother, but…           “It was me, Ingrid.”           “Loki, what are you?”           “We don’t have time, for this, but it wasn’t you