Destined

Chapter 40

"She's lucky to have made it."

"How did she even get back?"

"A Morgul knife? So this is how he wanted to control her?"

"Get some rest my son. There is nothing you can do now. I'll fetch you should she wake in your absence."

"I'll never leave your side again my rionnag an fheasgair. I love you."

"Will you wake up for us today? I'm missing my favourite Witcher"

"It's been five days mother. Why isn't she awake yet?"

"Perhaps she is just extremely exhausted?"

"Hush Thor. Don't be so stupid you oaf!"

"Patience Loki. She was so very nearly lost to us. Give her time."

"I'd give anything to hear you sing one of Jaskier's songs again Arry."

"Please wake up soon dove. I love you."

Arry floated in a comfortable darkness. There was no pain. no fear, no doubt. It was a blissful darkness. Slowly voices started to penetrate the darkness and with the voices light began to surround Arry. She was suddenly aware of her body. Her limbs felt heavy. She felt them pressed against a comfortable material. It was cool against her skin. She could feel her hair on her cheeks. Then a soft touch brushing it away from her face. She could smell lilacs and gooseberry then the comforting smell of a heavy rain fall and peppermint. Arry fought against the darkness and tried to focus on the light. It grew brighter and brighter and the voices became clearer and clearer.

Arry's eyes reluctantly fluttered open. She looked to the left room. The room was flooded with brilliant sun light. A cool breeze came in from an open window. There were lush drapes and ornate carved pillars. The paintings on the walls were vibrant in colour. There were tables with vials and other medical looking equipment neatly laid out on them. Arry sighed in relief. She had made it. There was no mistaking she was in Asgard. Arry shifted slightly and turned to look at the rest of the room. Her heart missed a beat when she saw dark locks slumped over the side of her bed. Loki lay with his head in his arms hunched over the side of the bed. Arry sat up and noticed straight away there was no pain. She looked to her abdomen and saw a moon shaped scar. The wound had healed completely, leaving her this reminder of how close she had come to the end.

"Echuio Loki" (Wake up Loki) Arry gently pushed away Loki's hair from his face and caressed his cheek. "Echuio Hîr vuin" (wake up my beloved). Arry gently shook Loki's shoulder. "Echuio Hîr vuin" Arry repeated a little louder this time.

"Shhh oaf. You'll disturb her. Mother said she needs to rest." Loki replied sleepily, adjusting his position to get more comfortable without opening his eyes. Arry breathed out a small laugh at her silly prince. She stared intently at his sleepy form. After a few second Loki jolted up. Realisation setting in. One; that was not Thor's voice and two; the words were neither in Asgardian or All Speak.

"Arwen!" Loki called out in disbelief. He stood up and leaned over Arry. He brushed is fingers through her hair and caressed her cheeks. Arry smiled a bright smile that made him weak in the knees. "You're awake." he kissed her hastily. He pulled back to look her over to make sure he wasn't dreaming. "You're here." He planted another swift kiss on her lips. "You're okay."