Loki and the firechild

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Summer wasn’t sure what Loki wanted, only that she’d been summoned to meet him at the shattered edge of the bifrost. What should she be for him, tonight? Did he want to drink, again? Flirt, play?

Rehearse his history?

As she flew down the remaining length of the bridge, fire-born wings trailing sparks behind her, she could see him, poised at the edge. Landing softly, she called, “Loki?”

For a moment, he was mesmerized by those graceful wings, like ethereal lights tucking themeselves back into her being.  He blinked as the rest of her came into focus.  Distracting…

“Summer.”  He greeted, nodding at her.  There was little time for formalities.  

“I need you to listen to me very carefully.  Thanos has targeted us; both of us.  You angered him last night by showing loyalty to me.  He is not one to ask questions, he will simply kill for sport.”  He took a few steps closer to her, holding out the transport device.  ”We have only one option: he must fall first.”  He looked at her with pleading eyes, as if to say, you will help me, won’t you?

“I — ” Summer started, them closed her mouth and began again. “D’you have a plan? I wouldn’t even know where to look. I’m not minded to go haring off into the wild blue yonder without at least some shape of a plan. Even for you.” That last held a slight edge.

She paced to the side of the rainbow bridge, glancing down and down. “It’s a bit out of character for you, isn’t it, being worried for someone else’s safety? Or perhaps I’m just insurance, your wild card, as it were.”

“I will be entirely honest with you, Summer.  I ask you to join me more out of my own need than concern for your safety.” That was only mostly true.  ”As it were, I don’t think I am acquainted with anyone more fit to assist me.  You have great power, do you realize that?”  He was well aware of the power of talking someone up.

“Oh, sure,” she said wryly. “Butter me up. I hope you remember saying that when the convulsions take me in the middle of things.” Summer looked out at the stars all around. “Are you okay to do this? Go back into that? I can’t hold him off and hold you together at the same time.”

But even as she was double-checking, she was also calling her battle armour, knowing she couldn’t live with herself if she let him go out there alone.