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    Lokki jerked upright, panting heavily as sweat covered his entire body. Shaken by the nightmare he just had, he looked around cautiously. This isn't usually like him, but this particular dream has him frightened. Lokki jumped right out of bed and peeked into the darkened hallway. Nobody seems to be up yet. Quickly but quietly, he tiptoed his way to Markell's room. He opened the door with a creak, and saw the lump of mass under the covers. He heard a creak from behind him and jumped, gasping. He looked behind him and saw nothing, then bolted into the room, shutting the door right behind him, though unintentionally too loud. A groan was heard from the bed, and Lokki turned to see the Danish man yawning as he made out what was now by his bed.
    "...Lokki? What are you doing in my room?" he grumbled.
    "I-I...had a n-nightmare..." came the Norwegian's tiny reply. He looked genuinely scared. "I um...came to you 'cause I didn't know wh-where else to go...sorry..." Markell sighed and moved the covers, patting a spot next to him.
    "Come on then. Might as well stay since you're already in here," he said gruffly. Lokki sighed in relief and crawled next to him, laying down and watched as the taller man pulled the blanket over the two. He hugged Loki close and rubbed his back, to which Lokki was grateful for. He snuggled into his chest and muttered a small "thank you" before closing his eyes, thus falling asleep.