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It’s definitely a potential consequence. *looks at male!Summer, an unsure expression in her eyes*

*touches her cheek* I guess I won’t then. You know, being male doesn’t take away my empathy. *turns away* And I don’t like it that you’re suddenly scared of me now.

*automatically goes on the defensive* I’m not scared. It’s not fear. It’s…It’s something new, and the natural apprehension that goes with that. *which is, of course, a clever rationalization, but not an entirely untrue one. It is fear, but induced by the sudden change, and a reaction she is unable to explain, which scares her in itself* I’m not afraid of you *she tries to sound firm as she reaffirms it, attempting to convince herself*

Angela! *male voice cracks more than female voice would, but he’s busy and doesn’t notice* You’re lying to me. I don’t even care how you explain it. Just don’t lie to me.

*bites her lip nervously, not wanting to admit to the fear. Fear is a weakness, one she often can’t afford* I…I’m n- *looks into his eyes and can’t reaffirm it again* It’s ridiculous! W-Why should I be afraid of you, simply because you’re male now? You’re still the same Summer, on the inside. I have no reason to be- *drops her face into her hands, shaking her head* I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

You want to tell me why you’re so afraid of men? You’re obviously not afraid of Marie. Did you realise you’re falling in love with her?

*head pops back up* I’m not afraid of men. I’m wary of them, true, but I’ve been given more than enough reason to be. As far as Marie… *is silent for a long space, thinking* I suppose…a part of me recognized…but then why wouldn’t I?

No reason. *shrugs* Although you’re still lying. I know fear when I taste it. Bitter and crippling. All you registered was my silhouette, and your whole heart screamed fear. I swear, you’re worse than Loki about lying about your emotions.

*taps her fingers on her leg, growing a tad irritated* Summer, dear, what reason would I have to be afraid of men? I’ve outsmarted enough in my time to know that- No, that’s not right. I’m thinking of the men of Asgard with that statement. I’ve interacted with enough to know that, just as with women, each individual is unique. But for some relatively minor physiological differences, the two genders are quite similar. There’s as much cause for me to be afraid of men as of women. And, as you said, I’m not afraid of Marie. *laughs softly* Though by some of the things she occasionally says, perhaps I should be. Tell me, was I afraid of you when you were a woman, will I be afraid when you’re a woman again?

That’s just it, Angela. You weren’t. At all. But as soon as I approach you in a male body, despite that you know what soul is there, you broadcast fear. Am I not making myself clear? I’m an empath, hon, and I can hear every emotion you have. You’re not shielding at all.

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Summer raised the longbow before her face and laid fingertips to the string. Finding a bow with the right draw was imperative to the ability to aim, and she had been through almost all of the bows in the training yard. Slowly, patiently, she drew the bowstring back to her ear, releasing it with a sharp twang.

“Perfect,” she murmured. Turning to the side, she picked up an arrow and fit it to the string. At least she was being allowed to continue with her archery, despite coming to London. For a little while there, she had been afraid her father was going to insist on her being a perfect court lady, in some mad attempt to catch the King’s eye.

The arrow smacked into the bullseye, and she picked up another arrow. That was really more her sister’s role, or had been, anyway. Now Winter was married and far away on the fringes of Wales, holding off the Glendower and his crazy rebels. And Summer was here, bored silly at a court with no queen and therefore no need for ladies in waiting.

She could feel someone’s eyes on her back, and elected to ignore them, firing off three more arrows in rapid succession.

Henry walked towards the woman, watching her progression of her archery, and he could not help but smile at how well she managed. He stood and watched for a while before he turned his head to her.

He had sworn he had known all the ladies in the court and yet he did not know her.

“Where had you learned how to fire my lady?” he asked her.

“The armsmaster on my father’s estate taught me. He said, blades were too much for a lady’s arms, but archery could be used on the hunt and I should be able to defend myself at need.” Summer kept firing, pacing herself and ringing the centre of the target with bristling shafts.

Drawing the last arrow from the quiver, she flashed a smile to the king, laid the arrow to the string, and sent it downrange to the farthest target. “Now the guard no longer lets me participate in their tournaments for that I outshoot them,” she confessed laughingly.

Laying the bow aside, she turned to the King and curtsied quickly. “Summer Rainault, at your service, highness.”

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It’s definitely a potential consequence. *looks at male!Summer, an unsure expression in her eyes*

*touches her cheek* I guess I won’t then. You know, being male doesn’t take away my empathy. *turns away* And I don’t like it that you’re suddenly scared of me now.

*automatically goes on the defensive* I’m not scared. It’s not fear. It’s…It’s something new, and the natural apprehension that goes with that. *which is, of course, a clever rationalization, but not an entirely untrue one. It is fear, but induced by the sudden change, and a reaction she is unable to explain, which scares her in itself* I’m not afraid of you *she tries to sound firm as she reaffirms it, attempting to convince herself*

Angela! *male voice cracks more than female voice would, but he’s busy and doesn’t notice* You’re lying to me. I don’t even care how you explain it. Just don’t lie to me.

*bites her lip nervously, not wanting to admit to the fear. Fear is a weakness, one she often can’t afford* I…I’m n- *looks into his eyes and can’t reaffirm it again* It’s ridiculous! W-Why should I be afraid of you, simply because you’re male now? You’re still the same Summer, on the inside. I have no reason to be- *drops her face into her hands, shaking her head* I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

You want to tell me why you’re so afraid of men? You’re obviously not afraid of Marie. Did you realise you’re falling in love with her?

*head pops back up* I’m not afraid of men. I’m wary of them, true, but I’ve been given more than enough reason to be. As far as Marie… *is silent for a long space, thinking* I suppose…a part of me recognized…but then why wouldn’t I?

No reason. *shrugs* Although you’re still lying. I know fear when I taste it. Bitter and crippling. All you registered was my silhouette, and your whole heart screamed fear. I swear, you’re worse than Loki about lying about your emotions.

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‘Oh boy male bodies react differently!’ went through his brain at high speed before thinking was just obliterated. His hands grabbed at Loki’s shoulders, trying to pin the other in place. He made no attempt to deepen the kiss, just lengthen it, utterly unwilling to break it.

Hands move to your hips, pressing you flush against the leather and armor covering Loki’s body. The god’s own reaction to your passion is quite evident. He purrs softly, tongue slipping out to trace your lips slightly, looking for an entrance. He rolls his hips a little, hard flesh seeking the same.

He can’t help his mouth falling open to Loki’s tongue, far less the gasp that’s provoked by the hip roll. As much torment as can be administered to female bodies, there is a unique torture to pressure applied to male anatomy, and Loki was more than applying it. “Gods, Loki,” he groaned.

“Praying to me already? But I’ve barely begun…” Loki kisses his way down your neck, biting gently at the tender flesh. He begins slowly backing you toward the bed, hands wandering to far more interesting areas. “Are you certain you want this, Summer?” Loki looks down at you, making sure you’re on board with this before he goes beyond his current actions; pushing you down to the bed, watching you with lust-darkened eyes.

“If you stop, I think I might kill you,” he mutters, hands trying to find the fastenings to Loki’s garb. “Or perish of curiosity myself, whatever.” Glancing up quickly, green eyes meet green ones. “No permanent marks, please? I’m curious, but not /that/ curious.”

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‘Oh boy male bodies react differently!’ went through his brain at high speed before thinking was just obliterated. His hands grabbed at Loki’s shoulders, trying to pin the other in place. He made no attempt to deepen the kiss, just lengthen it, utterly unwilling to break it.

Hands move to your hips, pressing you flush against the leather and armor covering Loki’s body. The god’s own reaction to your passion is quite evident. He purrs softly, tongue slipping out to trace your lips slightly, looking for an entrance. He rolls his hips a little, hard flesh seeking the same.

He can’t help his mouth falling open to Loki’s tongue, far less the gasp that’s provoked by the hip roll. As much torment as can be administered to female bodies, there is a unique torture to pressure applied to male anatomy, and Loki was more than applying it. “Gods, Loki,” he groaned.

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*smiles sadly* Some have remorse for what they have done in the past. I certainly do. I wish to return to simple mischief making. I miss it. It is also quite disheartening to be treated as a monster where ever one goes… not that I don’t deserve a fair bit of it.

And is this mischief you’re planning with Lex … and me?

Some, if you’re interested… Who knows, we might even make it out of the bedroom. *winks*

I think … you should test run some of this mischief. Beforehand. We wouldn’t want Lex to be … disappointed, after all.

Loki chuckles, stepping quite close to you. “Do not worry, my flame haired friend. We will not disappoint Lex. In fact, I think we will leave her quite speechless. Maybe even delirious.” Two fingers press under your chin, tilting your head up as Loki bends, pressing his lips gently to yours, keeping the kiss gentle, simple; letting you make any attempt to deepen it.

‘Oh boy male bodies react differently!’ went through his brain at high speed before thinking was just obliterated. His hands grabbed at Loki’s shoulders, trying to pin the other in place. He made no attempt to deepen the kiss, just lengthen it, utterly unwilling to break it.

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*smiles sadly* Some have remorse for what they have done in the past. I certainly do. I wish to return to simple mischief making. I miss it. It is also quite disheartening to be treated as a monster where ever one goes… not that I don’t deserve a fair bit of it.

And is this mischief you’re planning with Lex … and me?

Some, if you’re interested… Who knows, we might even make it out of the bedroom. *winks*

I think … you should test run some of this mischief. Beforehand. We wouldn’t want Lex to be … disappointed, after all.

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*smiles sadly* Some have remorse for what they have done in the past. I certainly do. I wish to return to simple mischief making. I miss it. It is also quite disheartening to be treated as a monster where ever one goes… not that I don’t deserve a fair bit of it.

And is this mischief you’re planning with Lex … and me?

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mischief-maker-loki replied to your post: My taste, my rules. Shut up.

What…

We’re not all that bad, you know. *grins* As a rule, trusting me is a bad idea, but you’re friends with Lex. Hurting you would hurt her. Consider yourself safe.

That’s an interesting bond of safety. How are you not so bad, then? I’m very curious.

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mischief-maker-loki replied to your post: My taste, my rules. Shut up.

What on earth would make you say that, darling?

It was just there in my head.

Why would you think I…

*shrugs* I like your fiery spirit. I wouldn’t have been eager to have the threesome with Lex if I hadn’t, no matter your gender. And I do have a bit of a fondness for redheads.

*chuckles, raising hands* Okay, okay. But you’re a Loki. I’m learnt to be wary of those who carry that name. Can I trust you?