【Hammer Base】Lucid dreaming

"Oh great, you asked me to look up a boy named Loki who is eighteen or nineteen years old with green eyes and black hair." Fandral stared at his best friend with a broken face, "Do you know how many boys like this there are in the whole of England?"

Thor swallowed the whiskey in his glass silently.Of course he knew how ridiculous this was, but since he followed the prompts to find the book, it became more and more difficult to meet him in his dream. At first it was a week, and then it turned into half a month.The last time they saw each other was a month ago.

Perhaps following the omen of fate, Loki was in the center of a storm eye when he opened his eyes from the dream, and no matter what psychological hints he gave, he couldn't break the blockade.

A strong sense of unease surrounded him.He didn't see the man, and the ground was cracking, a hideous scar riven from the center and the whole world was collapsing, turning Loki into an island.

The airflow blurred his vision, but he didn't dare to wake up from the dream.He has a bad, bad premonition, if he can't meet that person this time, maybe never again.

After a century of waiting, Loki saw a point of light approaching.This guy who shines everywhere. Loki smiles, almost resentfully.

"He...ello...o" intermittent voice cracked from the collapsed curtain wall.

The insurmountable barrier disappeared along with the world, Loki opened his eyes wide, listening to the voice getting closer, the black and white world seemed to be glazed.He trembled uncontrollably.

As if all the prickly prickly pears had suddenly fallen off, Loki gave a soft, heartbreaking smile, "I'm here."

The premonition of parting turned into a gully between the two. Thor stands on the edge of the impassable Eye of the Storm and shouts, "Listen, I'll find you! What's your name?"

A flower suddenly burst out of the impenetrable obstacle.

"Loki."

Boom. Thor tosses the squash, and once, the name hits his heart.

"Thor," Sif said, holding the picture frame and putting his feet on the wall.Her whole wall is covered with photos, from childhood to adulthood, this is a rare and girly hobby of hers. "I'm assuming you're really not going to give a lady a helping hand"

"I think a Sif who can hit three with one is beyond the scope of ordinary ladies." Thor blinked his blue eyes full of smiles, and took the photo frame casually.

His inattentive movements faltered as he skimmed over that kind of photo.The boy with half-length hair, squeezed in the middle of all uniforms, was staring at him through the thin photo paper with emerald green eyes.

"He...he, uh..." Thor couldn't organize his words for a while, just pointed to the photo and looked at Sif with questioning eyes.

Sif was stunned by his ecstatic and despairing eyes, but a sadness quickly overwhelmed everything when he saw the boy he was pointing at.

"Loki..." she said in a feathery voice, running her fingertips across the boy's face, "he's gone."

She cast her gaze back at Thor, "I didn't know you guys knew each other..."

That ecstasy froze into a great pallor before fading. Thor couldn't hear her last words at all, his heart was shaking wildly, "I'm sorry, you can't say..."

Sif wriggled his lips with difficulty, "...he's dead."