“So it’s you who needs his inhibitions lowered,” she laughed softly. “Shall I climb you like a tree, or will you come down to me?” Every other word was punctuated by the touch of her mouth on skin: throat, collarbone, pulsepoint, jawline.
He smiled into the kiss and turned her so she leaned against the wall. ”We could…possibly…” And then, a searing pain shot through his being and he stumbled backwards, gripping hands through his hair wildly.
He hissed in pain, and tried to block the inevitable; Thanos was pulling at his mind, trying to transport Loki into his presence. But he would not go without a fight.
“He’s…agh! He’s in my mind again!” He growled to Summer, as if she could do something.
Too late for ‘should have’s. Summer hurled herself forward, desperately grasping for skin contact. “Give me your hands!” she hissed, dragging and dragging at the emotions she’d been trying to shut out only the moment before. Every shield she’d ever constructed would have to pale in comparison to this one, so she fed the fire inside with everything she could reach — and flung it around both of them.
“You shall /not/ have him again,” she growled, eyes wide and unseeing.
Loki’s eyes rolled wildly as he tensed all over. He felt heat—unbearable heat—spread over and around him. It burned like a wild fever killing off his infection. He felt the connection to Thanos weakening, but not before he heard the words grate through his mind:
I will be back for both of you…
He snarled and snapped back into consciousness, gripping onto Summer like a madman. He struggled to catch his breath. ”What must I do?” he managed finally.
“Mother of unholy things!” Summer swore. “Gods of all th—” The paroxysm seized her unawares, jerking her spine into a bowed arc and clamping her teeth together on the end of the phrase. One hand, clawed with tension, reached out, flailing at nothing. Her breath hissed out between her teeth, choking on a cry.