“Are you?” he asked seriously. He felt it would be prying to ask what the dream was about, as much as his curiosity was piqued. Another time, perhaps.
“Last night was…straining on us both, no doubt.” He blinked and toyed with his fingers thoughtfully. ”Still…Thanos is dead. And you fought brilliantly.”
“Eh.” She shrugged. “Fire is easy to fight with, you just throw it around. I just … wanted you to … I don’t know. I know he hurt you, but you were so glad to hurt him back. And I was in his mind. So you were … kind of hurting me too.” Summer reached out and put her hand on Loki’s, stilling his restless fingers. “But I’m glad I could help.”
He made a face. ”A bit self destructive? You should not keep my company, Summer. You should be on your way. Is there something I can do for you, to even my debt?”
She had to close her eyes against the pain of his words briefly. Sent away. Unwanted.
She should have listened to the dream.
Summoning up a smile, she squeezed his hand. “I know I said that, but truly, you don’t owe me anything. I was glad to help, even a little bit.”
“What is the matter?” He asked, seeing her expression drop, looking hurt. ”Believe me, I will be at your call, for anything you need. You deserve that and more. I should not have involved you at all, but Thanos threatened you and it just made me so furious that he would involved an innocent third party who had—” something in the way she looked at him cut him off.
“For the last time, Loki, you didn’t ‘involve’ me. I chose.” Summer’s lips crimped together for a moment. She pulled her hand back and folded her arms, tossing hair out of her face. “Now, ‘an innocent third party who had’ what?”