The first warm glow of twilight was spreading over the Asgardian sky. Loki stood very still on what was left of the bridge to the bifrost, clear green eyes idly watching the celestial bodies in the sky. His head ached from last night’s mental battle. His hands were clenched in uneasy fists, one gripping a stolen transportation relic. He knew what must be done. He only hoped they could be off before Heimdall tried to stop them.
Summer wasn’t sure what Loki wanted, only that she’d been summoned to meet him at the shattered edge of the bifrost. What should she be for him, tonight? Did he want to drink, again? Flirt, play?
Rehearse his history?
As she flew down the remaining length of the bridge, fire-born wings trailing sparks behind her, she could see him, poised at the edge. Landing softly, she called, “Loki?”
For a moment, he was mesmerized by those graceful wings, like ethereal lights tucking themeselves back into her being. He blinked as the rest of her came into focus. Distracting…
“Summer.” He greeted, nodding at her. There was little time for formalities.
“I need you to listen to me very carefully. Thanos has targeted us; both of us. You angered him last night by showing loyalty to me. He is not one to ask questions, he will simply kill for sport.” He took a few steps closer to her, holding out the transport device. ”We have only one option: he must fall first.” He looked at her with pleading eyes, as if to say, you will help me, won’t you?
“I — ” Summer started, them closed her mouth and began again. “D’you have a plan? I wouldn’t even know where to look. I’m not minded to go haring off into the wild blue yonder without at least some shape of a plan. Even for you.” That last held a slight edge.
She paced to the side of the rainbow bridge, glancing down and down. “It’s a bit out of character for you, isn’t it, being worried for someone else’s safety? Or perhaps I’m just insurance, your wild card, as it were.”