“Yes,” he replied simply, and trailed after her, enjoying her silhouette as she walked. There would be time for plans and escapes and mischief of all kinds, but for now, he was also growing tired, his head heavy and full of nameless thoughts.
Her gear wasn’t complicated; a few blankets, some nonperishable snack foods, an electric lantern. Summer shook out several of the thicker blankets and spread them on the ground, then offered Loki one. When he took it, she settled down on the padding herself, leaving half of it to him.
After pausing just a moment or two, Loki lowered himself to her side. It was a simple setup; one for someone who came and went and tried not to get too tangled. He envied her that, although he knew better. She always got tangled. And then they had been separated and he had wasted so much time in that damn cell…
“I feel as if there is much we could do together, Summer,” he murmured, trying not to remember the last time they had been beside each other this way—trying to pretend he was stronger now.
She folded one arm behind her head, looking at him out of the corner of one eye in the dim light. With him settled beside her, the mood was somehow like a sleepover, softly talking of strange things that were hard to face in the day. “This better not be about ruling the Realms again.” Her tone was light, though, and her eyes were crinkled with a smile. As usual, he was concealing something, but she’d coax it out of him in due time. “What is it you want to do besides leave Asgard?”