It has been 35 years since being turned into Xenomorph. I knew five years passed since my sudden stuck condition being in a sleep when I should be dead, really, as of a bomb's destruction. I knew five years passed because some of Loki's rambles went about things that happened over months quite recently with his presence there in some of the situations. Loki is quite the talker telling what transpired.

Loki has a gorgeous way of wording scenarios.

Even in dreams Loki is quite the man. What we lacked was made up in the world of dreams. One day in the realm of dreams I notice shadows moving, coming, and literately trying to come after me. They scared me, beyond what normally scares me, in this world that should not be logical. Normally shadows had not been a threat to me in the passing years but for an odd reason they just became up in arms. It was sudden and noticeable.

I lock the door behind me feeling frightened.

I hear boots land behind me.

Perhaps Loki knows what these are!

These moving tendrils are nothing of normal, I assure you.

"Loki," I said. "You won't believe this; I am being chased by shadows!"

Loki took me by the hand.

"I know," Loki said. I had a sudden shock of 'what'. "I know the perfect place to hide out of shadow reach."

The doors bust open.

Loki flew through the window-turning into a Pegasuses- that lacks bars. I am on the back with my arms wrapped around his dark neck. His wings are so wide and gorgeous he could have won a 'who's wing is more epic' competition held on live TV. Then again there would have been a controversy if Loki had rigged the game to win. I saw the shadows be stuck to the ground unable to target me in the air. I had a sigh of relief loosening my grip around his neck.

"Loki," I said. "What the heck is going on?"

"Tarbhab," Loki said.

"...Pardon?" I ask, raising up my left brow.

"Tarbhab is a immortal werewolf capable of magic," Loki said.

"Werewolfs capable of magic," I said.

"Yes," Loki said. "Like mortals, everyone has a chance at it."

"That is new for me," I said. "I never thought werewolves as the magic seeking type."

Loki has a low chortle at my comment.

"I made the mistake of teaching him how to use magic." Loki said as he lowers his head. "And may have made an enemy out of him."

"What did you do?" I ask.

"I stopped him from killing the one who bit him," Loki said. "And let the old man escape." Loki makes a slight neigh sound. "The shadows are the tendrils of the deep slumber and you are their victim."

"How do you know?" I ask.

"He told me," Loki said. "And I will not let them get to you," The way Loki had put it sounded a lot like a promise. "There is some insistence where the tendrils do not take their intended targets and they sleep just as long."

I narrow my eyes.

"Not kidding about the deep slumber," Loki said.

"Well, I will be sleeping," I said. "Which I am at this moment!"

"But it will be deep," Loki said. "So deep I can't get to you."

I know you care about me, Loki, but that is not acceptable. The thought of Loki falling into a sleep longer than my banishment horrified me. If he went in to this deep slumber then I may never see him again. The nine realms needs its gods and I am not among those important gods except you are the important god in this relationship. I close my eyes imagining the scenery changing forcefully to my will. The sky becomes white. Loki lands on the ground-as did I but on my side-being white as a lightning bolt striking the ground during a terrible storm. I get up imaging the shape to a bedroom in a castle taking formation. Loki came to my side appearing to be worried about me rather than himself.

"Are you okay,Emily?" Loki asks, helping me up.

"Just a little bruised," I said. "Otherwise, fine."

There is banging coming from the door to the window.

"No!" Loki shouts. "You are not coming in!"

I look up towards Loki finding it hard to see the world without him.

I now understand why has a loyal army in my world.

Loki is worth it all.

"You know how much I love you, right?" I ask.

"Yes," Loki said, nodding. "I do."

I hug Loki.

"Don't wait for me," I whisper into his left ear.

I made the destination change to nearby the doors keeping Loki in a locked hug. I let Loki see all the good times we had in the mist of all the bad. Perhaps this will be the longest break a relationship can ever have for me; I never had a relationship last this long. This one with Loki is my first. I feel a long stained tear come down my cheek. I let go apparating outside of the room-with the doors wide open-standing by the balcony's rails made in rock. The rails to the balcony fell off. I take a step back allowing hard invisible walls similar to a dome come up blocking Loki's exit. I slowly shook my head. Loki notices the falling rails falling into the everlasting darkness.

"Emily,don't take another step back," Loki pleads.

I shook my head with a small smile.

"You are not falling into this because of me," I said, feeling another tear come out.

I take a step off the tiles and fell into the darkness feeling the tendrils wrapping themselves over me. I saw doors fly into the distance, rock material fly out like wall paper, and the tiles to the balcony falling down. I saw a narrow path made by concrete floor remaining where Loki stood on top.

"Emily!" Loki shouts.

I fell into the darkness and that is the last I saw of Loki.