Catching his remark, Summer spluttered and snorted. “You were in a glass box, you said. That doesn’t sound like king of much. Are you counting on some kind of restoration, here? I don’t think that’s going to go over well. And, uh, I’m not going to back you on that one.”
He sighed, glaring up at the sky. At least she wasn’t one to mindlessly flatter. Still. “There’s no need to be rude, darling,” he said rather sharply. “But worry not, I’ve long since abandoned such ambitions. Asgard is a petty prize to me now.” It was as if he could hear how foolish he must sound to her, and yet he still couldn’t stop saying such things. He shoved a branch out of his way a bit too roughly. It would be a long day, that much was certain.
“Oh, don’t be like that,” she sighed. Finding a bigger tree, she stopped by it and rolled the backpack off her shoulders. “I’ve been assuming we have an actual destination — do we? Or are we just wandering and hoping to find a cave?” She rubbed at a shoulder where the strap had bitten into the muscle.
“Our destination is some semblance of a life for me,” he said bitterly, and dragged himself to the tree, leaning heavily against it.
“Honestly, what am I doing out here?” He rubbed both hands over his face until it hurt.
“Running away, I thought.” Summer brushed her hand against Loki’s arm. “I’m sorry. Is this not a good plan? You don’t want to be locked up, and I can’t blame you, and honestly I don’t know any better way to get you anywhere else. I only know a little bit of Asgard, and Earth. Midgard. I can’t get you off this world, Loki! I can’t — I’m just an empath, I’m not really going to be a lot of good to you, but I won’t leave you if you don’t want me to.”
She ran down after a minute, trying to figure out what else to say. “You said you’d try. I’m just trying to help.”