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Date: March 20, 2003 (?)
Status: Private (Loki - Complete)
Setting: Loki’s room
Summary: Loki dreams
He was wandering through the stark white corridors of the manor, up the stairs and then down the left corridor the smell of disinfectant getting stronger with every step. There were hospital beds by the walls here, but no people anywhere. Not even a single nurse he could ask for the way.
But then one of the doors stood open, light falling out into the corridor. Loki turned without even thinking about it and froze in the door.
The emaciated, bald figure on the bed would have been unrecognisable, if he hadn’t seen him in the mirror before. Loki stared as this other him gave him a weak glance through half-open eyes and made a feeble attempt at a smile. There was a plastic tube full of suspiciously red liquid running into his arm.
Loki wanted to close his eyes, to look away, but he couldn’t move until the spell was broken by a familiar voice.
“Pathetic weakling,” Odin said. “I don’t understand what I ever saw in you. It’s a relief that the blood bond is finally broken and I’m free of this disgusting burden.”
Then the Allfather turned his back on the dying man in the hospital bed and walked out. Loki stumbled back to let him pass and then ran. He wasn’t sure where he was going, just away from Odin and his dying self in that bed.
And then the corridor ended and something pink and furry walked out of the last room and looked up at him.
“That prairie dog has no business being here,” it said looking at Loki accusingly. “This is England.”
“Whatever are you?” Loki asked not quite believing his eyes or ears.
“I am a wombat, of course,” said the pink furry thing.
Loki blinked and found that he was lying in bed in his free hotel room in Tadfield Manor. The room was nicely furnished and colourful and didn’t smell of hospital at all. Damn, that nightmare was back. He hadn’t had that one in a while and it had never included a pink wombat before.
Pink talking wombats, yeah right. Loki laughed.
Status: Private (Loki - Complete)
Setting: Loki’s room
Summary: Loki dreams
He was wandering through the stark white corridors of the manor, up the stairs and then down the left corridor the smell of disinfectant getting stronger with every step. There were hospital beds by the walls here, but no people anywhere. Not even a single nurse he could ask for the way.
But then one of the doors stood open, light falling out into the corridor. Loki turned without even thinking about it and froze in the door.
The emaciated, bald figure on the bed would have been unrecognisable, if he hadn’t seen him in the mirror before. Loki stared as this other him gave him a weak glance through half-open eyes and made a feeble attempt at a smile. There was a plastic tube full of suspiciously red liquid running into his arm.
Loki wanted to close his eyes, to look away, but he couldn’t move until the spell was broken by a familiar voice.
“Pathetic weakling,” Odin said. “I don’t understand what I ever saw in you. It’s a relief that the blood bond is finally broken and I’m free of this disgusting burden.”
Then the Allfather turned his back on the dying man in the hospital bed and walked out. Loki stumbled back to let him pass and then ran. He wasn’t sure where he was going, just away from Odin and his dying self in that bed.
And then the corridor ended and something pink and furry walked out of the last room and looked up at him.
“That prairie dog has no business being here,” it said looking at Loki accusingly. “This is England.”
“Whatever are you?” Loki asked not quite believing his eyes or ears.
“I am a wombat, of course,” said the pink furry thing.
Loki blinked and found that he was lying in bed in his free hotel room in Tadfield Manor. The room was nicely furnished and colourful and didn’t smell of hospital at all. Damn, that nightmare was back. He hadn’t had that one in a while and it had never included a pink wombat before.
Pink talking wombats, yeah right. Loki laughed.