Loki twitched around the corner, watching. He felt his hands clench and unclench, legs drift forward a few hesitant steps. It is not my concern. I don’t care. I shouldn’t care…
Then he found himself sitting beside her, taking each of her hands in his and gently wrapping his fingers around hers. ”Summer. Summer, wake up. You are dreaming,” he spoke quickly. He was entirely unsure how to comfort someone.
Hands grasping her hands startled Summer out of the dream with a little shriek. “Oh god, oh god,” she panted, eyes wide and blurred with panic. She clutched at Loki’s hands, staring around, breathing slowing down gradually. “I hate that dream … “
“One you have often?” he asked softly, letting go of her hands and moving back slightly, nervously.
Pushing herself out of the pillows, she pressed a hand to her heart. “More often than I care to think about, honestly.” She smeared a hand over her eyes, wiping away tears. “It’s been a while, though.” Giving a small sigh, Summer sat up entirely, folding her legs under the covers, and regarded Loki. “Well, I’m all better now.”
“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.”