The floor right around me is slightly blackened, there are streaks on my face from the tears. My breath is slow and weak. I've worried myself sick and cried myself into an unrestful sleep. Hearing your voice my eyes flutter open and my hands fly to my belly. Gently but firmly I hold myself while I stare up at you. "Loki, oh Loki." I whimper, reaching out with one hand. My stomach radiates cold. My skin it still warm but my belly is ice cold.