Loki Memoirs 89

Unknown, My eyes opened slowly, the sensitivity to light drove me to furrow my eyebrows and close my eyes again.  I let out a small grunt of discomfort noticing the throb to my head.  After this I attempted to reopen my eyes, I could feel someone holding my hand. "Loki...  Please wake up..." I could hear a low male voice.  "Please...open your eyes..."  I managed to open them and the first thing that came into focus was a very worried looking Thor. "Thor?" I called to him hearing his calls to me.   "I am here, I am sorry.  This is all my fault," he gently propped me up so I was laying in his arms off the ice.   "Thor, my head...ugh," I murmured softly, it was all I could think about at the moment because of the terrible throb. "Again, I am sorry.  You slipped and hit your head on the ice.  Do you think you could stand?" he told me. "I...  do not know," Thor helped me up to a vertical position.  I closed my eyes as soon as I was kneeling, everything started to spin.  "Ugh..." Thor held my shoulders to steady me.   "You will not be able to ride like this," Thor assessed my reactions.  He helped me to my feet and then all went downhill from there.  I doubled over, emptying my stomach on the ground.  My eyes squeezed shut as I fell back to my knees.     "Thor..." I remember looking up before everything went dark again.   "Loki!  No!  You have to keep your eyes open.  Loki!  LOKI!" ~~~ When I awoke again, I was laying in bed.  My mind was foggy, a better word for it.  I opened my eyes slowly seeing it was evening.  It was dark in our room, the draperies drawn and only a single candle lit on the nightstand beside the bed.  Thor sat in the chair next to the bed, he was reading.  He soon noticed my open eyes and placed the book on the nightstand. "You scared me..." he murmured brushing my hair out of my face.  "I was terrified when you did not open your eyes," he spoke his concerns to me.  "I was afraid I would never see you wake again..." he frowned looking into my eyes. "I did," I simply said.   "But what if you had not!  I would have lost more than just you physically.  Realizing that you could have easily slipped into an endless sleep or death itself...  I do not think I could handle it, Loki.  I would have lost a part of myself," he had tears brimming his eyes.  I could see this really had affected him. "I apologize for worrying you...I had no contr..." "I do not want you to leave the palace again," he interrupted me gripping my hand.  "The pain would be unbearable, if I ever had lost you." "Thor, it was a fall.  I will be fine in a day or two, no need to over react," I tried to reason with him. "Over react?  You think seeing you in a deathlike state and unconscious for nearly a moon cycle is over reacting?" he gave me a disheveled look.  "You have worried mother sick, father is concerned you may not ever wake, and you have gotten me to the point of not wanting to leave your side.  I would think I have the right to be a little concerned that my husband almost died!" he got up from his chair grabbing the book with him off the nightstand.  He then threw the book across the room, it hitting a bookshelf sending pages flying all over.  He looked at me then and sighed.  "I am sorry..." "Stop apologizing Thor, it is not your fault...things happen, okay?"  I sat up and managed to keep myself steady. "No, I am sorry for throwing the book.  I am just upset..." he then turned to me again and walked to my side.  He leaned in and hugged me to his chest.  "But I am glad you are okay..." he murmured into my shoulder. "Wait...how long did you say I was out?" the reality of things seemed to have hit me like Thor's hammer. "A full... mooncycle," he repeated and I blinked looking down at my feet.  I rubbed my temples as I tried to process this information. "Loki, please.  Do not leave the palace again, I have let our love blind me enough to put your safety at risk.  If I lose you, I fear I do know what I may do," he pulled back a little so he could look into my eyes. "I...am not made of porcelain.  What do you take me for?  I believe you were the one who said it was alright to leave the palace in the first place!" I huffed shoving him away from me, angrily glaring at my husband. "Loki...please, just promise me," he held onto my shoulders. "No."  How dare he think I a weakling.  I wanted to leave, I did not want to be here or near him.  Thor had gone too far this time. I pulled the blankets back so I could get up and get out of our chambers.  He grabbed hold of my arm, "You need to be resting..." "What?!  You are not in control of me...You have no right to force me to stay anywhere I do not wish to be!" I shook him loose and wobbled trying to walk over to the door.  I gripped the back of a lounge chair, huffing from the effort.  Have I really become this weak? "Loki!  You are not going anywhere in your condition.  THAT is final," he gripped my shoulders turning me back toward our bed.  I dug my heals in making it difficult for him to force me back to the bed. "Stop it!  THOR!  LET GO!" he continued. "So help me that father comes in and sees the way you are treating me, I will never...speak to you again," he forced me down into the bed now.   "It is for your own good Loki.  I am sorry..."   I crossed my arms and rolled away from him, I refused to enlighten him... Loki