You hadn't even realised you had fallen asleep until the nightmare started...
You were back in that room, Bucky was lying on the floor, his blood slowly pooling around his head. You tried to move away, but your feet were stuck in place. You could feel your chest begin to heave, and yet it didn't feel like any air was entering your lungs. The harder you tried to take in the air, the more breathless you became. You hadn't realised straight away, but Bucky's blood had travelled almost in a straight line to you, down the concrete slab and across perfectly level floor. The dark crimson liquid was barely an inch from you. Suddenly that nauseating feeling ripped through you once more, and your knees knocked together. You wanted to look away. You tried to look away, but it was almost as if someone was holding your eyelids open. Your eyes were then forced open even more than they already were, and you felt the cool wetness of fingers on your face, along with the bitterly metallic smell of fresh blood. A choked sob left your throat and you held your breath. That was when you heard the shallow breathing from behind you, and a slowing heartbeat.
"You..." Bucky croaked out sluggishly. You wanted to cry, and you could have sworn you felt tears slipping down your cheeks, yet your vision was completely clear. "You could have stopped this..." A mirror swiftly slid up from underneath the floor, allowing you to see Bucky clearly. Blood began to seep out of the brunet's mouth, nose and eyes, and you could see the gaping hole in his chin, "You could have saved me..." Your breathing was shallow, but that was the moment you felt the ability to speak return; only you didn't speak, you physically couldn't. The terror that ripped through your mind wouldn't allow it. So you did the only thing your body would allow. You screamed.
You weren't sure if you had screamed when you woke up, but given the cold sweat across your body, the tears running down your cheeks, deep breathing and the soreness in the back of your throat, you had guessed that everything you had dreamt you had done, you really had. Loki groaned as he slowly began to wake up. Quickly you wiped way the tears and sat up, pulling your knees to your chest, hoping he wouldn't notice your unsteady breathing.
"Pet..." Loki yawned as he sat up. You silently cursed yourself. No matter how many times you wiped the tears away, they kept coming back... Loki sighed softly and wrapped his arms around you before he pulled you to his chest.
Slowly he began to stroke your hair, but it did little to calm you. What Bucky had said ran through your mind on a continuous loop, and the more you heard it, the more you began to believe it. You should have done something to stop Loki... If you had even tried to intervene, Loki might have been merciful; he might have spared Bucky's life, just as he did Thor's... Loki's arms tightened around you,