Midnightmare Snack

[asgardian_angel]

Every night for the last few months, Niklas Thorson of Asgard had been having the same dream. He was standing outside an icy cave, cold gusts of wind battering his face as he waited for the mysterious figure in a scarlet cloak and hood to appear. As always, the mysterious figure’s face was obscured in darkness. As always, the figure beckoned Nicky closer, to follow them into the cave. As always, Nicky stood his ground, and beckoned the figure to come to him. He would not follow a faceless figure into the dark, cold cave, because he knew what lay there, and it was something he wanted no part of. As always, the figure would hesitate and step closer to Nicky. Each time though, he would reach out to yank the figure’s hood off their face, but just as the face was about to be revealed, he would wake up.

As he did tonight, a cold sweat coating his lithe, deceptively strong body. His hand reached up to touch the axe pendant he always wore around his neck. It was, mercifully, still there.

Not that many others could really lift it. The thing had the mass of a star.

Nicky swung his legs over the edge of his bed and shoved his feet into the fuzzy Throg slippers that sat at the end of his bed. Wrapping his thick, red robe over his bare chest, he padded downstairs.

Nicky needed mead. Mead and a whole stack of prime ribs.

Comments

[poorgirlsarcee]

"Who knows; you might be able to sometime. Until then I'm happy with you and Vincent telling me about it."

She thought about it. "I wouldn't mind that actually. And as long as I don't end up in the bay I'm okay with flight. Really thinking I will be designing better jump jets for the bike though." She's not sure she'll get over the shared fear of the water she and the bike's AI have. "That if it won't get in the way of your usual activities."

[asgardian_angel]

"It'd be nice if I could," Nicky replied. "It's something I've been working on ever since I came back to the Avengers, but all avenues seem closed." Though there was that new Valkyrie he'd heard about. He'd been meaning to visit her one of these days. Maybe she had a way in.

Or not.

Samantha Parrington had been working with him as well, and they hadn't come up with anything yet. Though he didn't show it to anyone, Nicky was on the verge of losing hope here.

For some odd reason, Nicky was more than happy to take the world's problems on his shoulders, but he could never unload his on anyone.

"For a friend and a teammate? There's always time, Mira." Most of what Nicky did in his freetime was help people out. This was on a more personal level, and he was more than happy to help. "Just let me know whatever fits your schedule. I'll be sure to be free then."

[poorgirlsarcee]

"Maybe you'll figure it out soon." She smiles again.

"I'm flexible, besides it will get me away from the workshop for a bit. I swear I'm in there or on the phone hunting down my contacts for Bruce... Some of them have dropped off the face of the earth, but... Then again I did for a few months. And some of them have activities that make them pulling that stunt reasonable. If I don't get an email back in the next few days I'll start to worry." Basically she was going to let him decide.

[asgardian_angel]

Nicky grinned. "One never knows, right?"

"Sounds like you do need a break," Nicky added. "What are you usually doing around, say, eight in the mornings? If you prefer afternoons or evenings, we can swing that too." He really could make himself free any time.

[poorgirlsarcee]

"Right," She grinned back then sipped her mead again.

"Depends what morning. Weekends that usually means I'm just getting to bed." She gives a small smirk. "Blame it on needing to calm down after being on stage."