Hail Hydra. (astolenrelic) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-01-14 22:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | fandral, loki odinson |
Who: Fandral and Loki.
When: Backdated to January 2.
Where: Their home.
What: Loki has one singular dream that doesn't sit well.
Rating/Warning: Start at PG / general dream trauma.
Status: In progress.
Loki's been too careless with his dreams, he sees that now. What had started off as amusing had turned into a teasing game that he enjoyed, and he'd taken great interest in learning what sorcery and tricks had bled into his waking life. But over the last few weeks, he's felt it starting to turn on him. Whatever anger and malice lurks in the dreamworld is almost too much for a god, so how can Loki, here nothing more than a man, hope to endure even a fraction of it?
He'd been walking the fine line for days. The week away, out of Orange County, had done wonders. He scarcely thought about anything dark and foreboding. He was his old self again. He was much happier. He had no dreams at all, and that was a relief. Now he's back for one night and the dreamworld has reared it's head again, worse than he recalls it ever doing in the past.
As he sits in what used to be his place to relax and think, Loki can feel the uncomfortable coil of hate twisting in his stomach. His head is pounding. The old posters on the wall, the pictures he'd collected, old memorabilia spanning a history of magic lie broken on the floor, and in his hands is the one singular thing he wishes he could get rid of but he can't.
The golden helm, gleaming in the dim light shining in from the nearby stairwell. Loki feels like it's mocking him somehow. He sucks in a breath and presses his forehead against the cool metal. He's not even certain how much time has passed since waking from the dream until now.