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Reach for the Stars

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    I don’t sleep, at least not anymore; every time I close my eyes, my dreams haunt me to where I’m more exhausted than before I’d tried to sleep.

    Unfortunately after forty-eight hours of staying awake working in the Torchwood lab back in London, my body couldn’t take any more. Slumping down in my chair, my head resting against my hand while staring at numbers and figures dancing across a computer screen, I drifted off into dreamscape.

    I dreamt of an enormous elaborate hallway, golden pillars were everywhere, structurally placed to hold up the ceiling of the large area, my dream-self looking around in awe before setting my sights on a figure walking towards me. I wasn’t surprised to see him, the man who had haunted my dreams for weeks now, the God of Mischief: Loki. His raven black hair fell to his shoulders, his handsome face a mask of his true emotions. His tall lean body covered by the green, black, and gold leather and armor from when I’d last seen him, but with the addition of chains shackled around his wrists, ankles, and neck.

    “I really don’t see what all the fuss is about?” His smooth voice held the amusement it usually did, as if life was just full of jokes.

    He was facing an ornate throne, positioned higher up at the top of a pedestal with a small stairway leading up to it. In the throne sat an older man, with white hair and beard, one eye covered by a leather eye-patch. He wore golden Asgardian armor, more regal than the typical soldier. His voice was deep, full of seriousness and disappointment. “Do you not truly feel the gravity of your crimes? Wherever you go there’s war, ruin, and death.”

    “I went down to Midgard to rule the people of Earth as a benevolent god. Just like you.”

    “We are not gods. We are born, we live, we die. Just as humans do.”

    Loki chuckles. “Give or take five thousand years.”

    Neither seemed to notice my presence; I was usually invisible in my dreams, although typically they weren’t quite this elaborate in detail.

    The king was growing frustrated with Loki. “All this because Loki desired a throne.”

    That clearly struck a chord, his joking manner disappearing and replaced with a rage I had only seen once before. “It is my birthright!” He yelled.

    “Your birthright...was to die!” The king had raised his voice to match Loki’s tone. “As a child. Cast out onto a frozen rock. If I had not taken you in you would not be here now to hate me.”

    Loki resumed the joking manner of which he was so familiar. “If I’m for the axe, then for mercy’s sake, just swing it. It’s not that I don’t love our little talks it’s just...I don’t love them.”

    “The earth woman Thor told me of, this Rose Tyler,” Loki stiffened at my name, taking on a more serious, dangerous look as the mirth drained from him. I could have sworn his eyes drifted over to me, but they darted back to the king before I could really tell if he saw me.

    “Leave her be, she is not a part of this,” Loki practically growled.

    “She is a potentially dangerous threat to Asgard. Thor speaks of a power within her, a power the likes of which has never before been seen; she will be under Heimdall’s watchful eye. Whatever connection she has to you seems to hold some semblance of influence over you, making her even more dangerous.

    “However, she is the only reason you’re still alive, and you’ll never see her again. You’ll spend the rest of your days in the dungeon.”

    “And what of Thor? You’ll make that witless oaf King while I rot in chains?”

    “Thor must strive to undo the damage you have done. He’ll bring order to the nine realms and then yes, he will be king.”

    My dream was cut off from anything further by an obnoxious beeping, waking me from my restless sleep. Groaning, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and set my attention back to the computer screen.

    My eyes scanned the words and numbers flitting across the screen. Any exhaustion I had felt evaporated as adrenaline flooded my system from the excitement I felt. “Oh yes!” I yelled out, jumping up with joy. “Yes, yes, yes! Oh, I am good!”

    A half-asleep Mickey stumbles into the doorway. My long time best friend always stuck with me when I would work nonstop on a project, there to make sure I was actually eating and taking the occasional break. “Wha...what’s wrong babe?”

    I ran over to him and gave him a big hug before resuming my bouncing around the room with excitement. “It worked Mick! The simulation worked! The dimension cannon is going to work!”