(A/N- Soooooo.... we're back to this again, heheh. You know I said it wouldn't be in this book for the rest of the season? I lied. )

Loki's POV

I feel her warmth against me, smiling at her faint apricot smell that she always seems to have. I open one eye and grin, seeing her face in the darkness. I love getting away with this.

My hand- I mean, hoof- snakes up her ribcage to her chest, hugging her tighter and feeling a tad disappointed that there is nothing to clutch.

I hate how I tease myself with these fantasies, somewhat believing that we would work together. Loki, you know why we shouldn't.

... but I need her.
She's the first person in a long time to make me feel this way.

No!

No.

Just no, okay?

In less than a few days, you'll be your old self, in your own body, and it's not like you have much of a fighting chance anyway, is it?
She's the beauty. I'm the beast. And she definitely does not feel the same way. That little kiss on Valentine's Day was just a thank you.

I do wonder what she'd think if she ever found out I was doing this... she'd probably feel violated, probably would never wish to speak to me ever again.

I tease myself some more, anyway, nuzzling my nose into her long hair. I just wish the circumstances would be different.
Damn, Loki, your Stockholm syndrome is really getting out of hand. I should watch that.

Ah, well. Just a few more moments with her wouldn't hurt, would it?

I'll just wake up before she does and slip away from her. It'll be over like that. Yes. All over.

I close my eyes, feeling a little empty inside (for no reason, by the way), feeling myself fall asleep.

~

I wake up on something soft, something warm as the sun shines through her bedroom window.

I lift one eyelid to realise I'm in Rosie's room... wait... how'd I get here?

Last night may or may not have happened, and I'm debating on whether or not she dragged me down to her bedroom while I was so foolish as to let her be in the same room as I being unconscious.

All my worries disintegrate, however, when I feel someone wrapping their arms around my upper torso, letting out a happy sigh. The faint apricot smell hits me and I instantly know it's her.

"Morning, sleepy head," she smiles tiredly, "Today's the day. You nervous?"

"About what?" I ask, trying to sound suspicious, but it comes out as more of a happy, sure of myself saying.

She giggles, taking it as a compliment and pecks me on the cheek lightly, "I know I am," she lets go of me, sliding out of bed, "C'mon, we have to get ready. See you at the wedding, babe!"
And with that, she trots out the doors and closes them behind her.

I furrow my brow in confusion. Wedding? Who's getting married?

~

I stand on a slightly raised platform with few steps, Thor as his pony self dressed up in a black and white tuxedo, his hair in a ponytail. I look him up and down, confused, before my eyes trail to the large crowd of ponies, some I recognise slightly, some I don't recognise at all. They stand, divided by a red carpet as a pathway.

Then I glance across from me to see Zoe and three other mares in beautiful dresses. Standing in between us is a smiling Celestia. I flinch, expecting her to be surprised or angry that I am out of my cell, but she doesn't seem to be. A little, green filly with dark, curly hair holds a pillow with two rings on it stands behind us.

A-am I... in formal attire, too?

This must be a marriage ceremony. I lean down to Thor and whisper, "Who's getting married?"

He just chuckles, thinking it's a joke or something. For once, Thor, I am not trying to trick you! And what are you even doing here!?
Abruptly, two royal guards that stand by the large doors open them, the rose coloured carpet leading up to it. The song 'March of the Bride' starts playing, sung by a flock of birds nearby, being instructed by a black mare with a long, ginger coloured mane.

Out of the doors and beaming happily trots Rosie. I gasp when I see her. She's in a pure white dress with a train, her hair styled in the most elegant way possible, with flowers threaded into it. Her face is completely done up with makeup. She looks ravishing.

My face falls as she walks down the aisle. She's getting married? To whom? Thor?

I glance down at him as he gives me a reassuring smile, which doesn't really reassure me. I'm pretty sure I'm going to hate you for life if you go through with this, Thor.

Rose walks up the steps, stopping in front of me and smiling some more. Celestia opens her large, white wings, announcing, "Fillies and gentlecolts. We are gathered here today to celebrate the marriage between Prince Loki-" I jolt in surprise- "And my faithful student, Rosie!"

"What the..." I breathe, inaudible.

"Do you, Rosie, take this stallion to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Celestia asks.

Rosie gives me the biggest, creepiest, almost reluctant smile she has ever done and nods, "I do."

"And do you, Loki Laufeyson, take this mare as your lawfully wedded wife?" the princess asks me.

"Uh..." I stammer. Marriage is quite the commitment. I'm not ready for that. I don't want to take our relationship that seriously, "I... I..." I gulp, looking from an ecstatic Zoe to Rosie, who bats her eyelashes at me, to Celestia, to Thor. I don't want to disappoint them..
"... I... I do."

I say it with such uncertainty, I can't believe I just said it. Rosie and I weren't even in a relationship yesterday. Did I miss something?

"May we have the rings, please?" Celestia says. I stand in shock as the little green mare holds the pillow out to Celestia, who nods and lifts the rings up with her magic.
She places a beautiful diamond ring in Rosie's hoof, threading a gold one with a single pearl for decoration through my horn. "I now pronounce you... mare and colt! You may kiss the bride."

I gasp as Rosie jumps at me, wrapping her arms around my neck, pressing her cold lips against mine. Something about it feels... wrong. Finally, she pulls away as the room erupts in cheers. "Woohoo!" Zoe squeals, "I shipped it from the beginning!"

"Now we can be together," Rosie whispers in my ear as she wraps her arms around my body and squeezes me, "Forever."

"Y-yes..." I reply cautiously.

"You're mine, now," she says eerily.

"Yes, dear," I answer, my legs shaking. My mouth is dry. I need to stop answering her, but I can't.

"All mine," she hisses.

Suddenly, I hear a grunt from Rosie, feeling a thumping, quick pain in my shoulder as she sinks her apparently sharp teeth into me.

"Argh!" I scream in agony, shoving her away.
She glares at me angrily, her mouth dripping with my blood as she chews on the chunk of flesh with her now very sharp teeth. Her pupils have turned into slits, giving me a twisted grin as everypony in the room smiles like nothing has happened. Her head twitches, and I hear a sickening crack as it stays lopsided on her neck.
"What the...? Rose, what are you doing?" I ask, worry laced in my voice as I step backwards, limping at the throbbing pain in my shoulder.

"This is what you wanted," she says innocently, stepping forward, suddenly backing me up to an invisible wall.

I press myself against it, sweat dripping from my forehead, trying to get away from her as much as physically possible. "Rose..." I say pleadingly as she comes closer than ever before, her very presence taunting me, "Rose, please..."

She cackles, "Did you really think I loved you? Did you really? HAHAHAHAHA!"

I lower my ears, crouching down in a submissive way, "Please..." I beg, "I... I thought..."

She ignores me, advancing, ready to devour me whole.

"HELP!"

Things go black, as I await the agony, but nothing happens.

~

When I open my eyes, I am standing, flinching in a cold room in my green and gold Asgardian armour.

I glance around, confused, until I feel a familiar stinging pain in my temple. "Argh!" I cry out, trying to move my hoof to my head, but it is very hard to do. It feels like I'm encased in jelly, my movements slowed and delayed. "Where am I?" I ask, knowing full well where I am.

I am in the place between thought and reality. Someone has shoved me here, to the back my mind where I have no control, and I know exactly who. Him.

My eyes flash an unnatural bright blue. I feel myself hit someone's face with my sceptre. I beat her again with the sceptre, forcing her to the ground. I hold the weapon in the blue magic of my horn.

"I know what you did was wrong," the mare says warily, "But please, Loki, please... don't do this..."

"Ehehehe," I laugh evilly, rolling her onto her side. I slam my front hooves into her chest, feeling satisfied when I hear a crunch in her ribs. She gasps in pain, shock, and for air, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"No!" I shout, but no one can hear me, I know that. This can't be happening.

"Please..." She whimpers, "Listen to me..."

"No!" I growl, pointing my sceptre between her eyes. She flinches. "You are foolish to think I would ever have mercy on you," I mock.

"But... I thought... you loved me..." She weeps, her beautiful, naturally blue eyes stare into mine. It's all I can see. I dread what is coming next.

I throw my head back in laughter, "Listen here, you foal! I lied when I said I loved you."

With that, I raise my sceptre, about to plunge it into her.

All I can do is watch him take over my body until he decides to leave.

"NO!" I scream again, my throat feeling hoarse, trying to kick and scream, but my limbs feel too weak and heavy. My knees buckle, I slam onto the ground.
"Stop, please!" My true self prays for a miracle, staring into her beautiful eyes. "I'm sorry, Rose..." I wail, uncontrollable tears streaming down my face, "I'm so, so sorry..."

I hear her pain filled screams echoing through my ears.

~

"I'm sorry..."
I feel my body heaving, hating myself. Everyone I love gets hurt. Everyone.

"You run from your fears," says a regal voice. I glance up from hiding in my hooves to see the dark blue princess that I have seen in the castle before, "Why?"

"I..." My eyes flick around to see we're both standing in a light blue, calming space, many stars joined together create the floor, many more twinkle in the night sky, "What's happening? Where am I?" I ask weakly.

"I am the princess of the night, but you may call me Luna," she replies, her dark mane flowing, even though there is no breeze.

"What happened?" I question, managing to stand myself up, "Am I dead? Is she alright?"

"She is fine," Luna answers, "I have seen your nightmares. I have come to reassure you that this is but a dream. Perhaps more."

I become self conscious, but at least they weren't real. "Oh... so you've seen... everything?"

Luna nods, "I know how you feel about her."

"There is nothing there," I lie, "She just slipped into my subconscious. Big deal."

"I must warn you, Loki, your denial will only cause you pain," Luna says mysteriously.

"Who are you to say?" I snap, "You barely know me."

"Your dreams tell me something different," she answers. Everything begins to fade away, "You are waking up," she states, "I hope you know what you are doing by pushing people away, Laufeyson."

"...Loki? Lokiiiiii..."

Her voice echoes in my head as everything fades into black.

"Loki. Oi, Loki!"

~

I open my eyes to find myself hugging Rosie tighter, whispering desperately, "No, no, no... stop... please..."

"Loki? Ya in there?" She taps my horn, "This is getting weird, man."

"Huh?" I look at her, confused. My eyes pull into focus, realising what I was just doing. I can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, letting go loosely and turning my back to her, squeezing my eyes shut.
Oh, gods, I can't even look at her, I'm so embarrassed!
"S-sorry..." I mumble, pretending to be asleep.

Rosie's not convinced. She stands up, hovering her head over mine. "Nightmares again?"

I open one eye, looking up at her. "How would you know about that?" I hiss.

"I hear you cry at night," she replies, "Do you miss your mom?"

I close my eyes, stopping tears from spilling out of them. I hate her seeing me like this.
"I'm sorry I disturbed you. Go back to sleep," I answer blankly. I have to keep pushing her away. I can't love her. She'll only get hurt.

"They get worse, don't they?" She ignores my instructions, "These walls aren't soundproof, you know. Don't worry, though, only I can hear them. I am in the next room after all."

"You're just a-" I start, but she interrupts me.

"Look, I know what it's like, okay? I remember so much from-"

"You have no idea!" I shout suddenly, standing up, "You have no idea what it's like for me! To have to live with what I've done to so many innocent people. To remember what they did to me. To remember what I am. A monster.
Some nights, I just... just remember, and I can't stop. I can't stop it, Rose. You have no idea of how I crave stopping, how I crave to forget."

Rosie doesn't even flinch. Instead, she rises, sits up and sighs. "Loki," she says with sadness in her voice, "I wish you were right. I wish I had no idea. Your past... if you ignore it... if you keep running away from it...-" I look away, refusing to make eye contact- "... It will haunt you. If you just... just accept it... face what you've done, what's happened to you, take responsibility... the nightmares... they'll stop.

"And the hatred towards my so called 'family?'" I roll my eyes.

"I guess... if you really wanted peace... it'll fade," Rosie says this as if she's realising something, but I can hardly guess what. "In the end, you'll be right. I know I'm not one to talk, but... I am."

I snort, "Oh, yes? Well, what about the feeling I get every time I wake up in the morning? That split second where I forget where I am. That small spark of joy that everything is going to be okay. A tease. And then it's gone, ripped from me. I remember what I've done, why I'm here... all the anger, all the rage... and it makes me want to scream and shout, and bash my head against the glass walls until I crack bone and kill myself. When does that stop?"

She closes her eyes, a single tear running down her face. Up she gets, sitting beside me, pushing the top of her head underneath my chin. There is a wobble in her voice, but what she says next, I truly didn't expect.

"I'll let you know."

"Rose..." My own voice is shaky and hoarse as I fight back tears. How could she ever have a death wish upon herself?

She puts her hoof on mine, cuddling closer. "Things will get better," she says, words laced with hope, "Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but they will get better. You've just gotta stick around to see it."

I rest my chin into her soft hair on the top of her head. I feel her warmth. A warmth I didn't know I craved. "How do you know?" I whimper, "How could you possibly know?"

"I know, Loki. I just know."

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Ooooooh I did nawt just ruin the sad vibe by putting 26 monkeys in this chapter.

I hope it was sad. If it was, I am a heartless human being.

Hun, I know you ship it.

SO.

Season Finale in t-minus 12 chapters.
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P.S, sorry if Loki was a bit OOC/sappy. Complain it to me via inbox and I shall fix it immediately!

Well, time to go sleep! It's midnight here.

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