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.
*sighs* Alright, fine. For argument’s sake, I’ll say you’re right. Well, if you’re looking for an explanation, I’m afraid I’m fresh out. Do you have any theories?
Nope. If you were human, I could hazard some, but I’m not taking any bets on whether Asgardian lifestyles are close enough to give the same experiences. *turns around to lean on the wall next to her, unintentionally kind of leering* I can probably help you get over it though.
*narrows her eyes, unfamiliar with his current expression* Oh? And how might you do that?
I’ve heard the best way to deal with a fear is to confront it over and over. *fits a hand behind her neck*
Yes, I’ve…heard that as well. *feels a spark of that fear flare up and inwardly kicks herself* Though I’ve heard it associated with battles. Are we going to fight, Summer? *laughs weakly*
*quietly* Is that what you want? To fight me? I don’t think you’ll like the results. *senses the fear and grimaces slightly* Look at me. Only look at me. Who is here, Angela? Who is with you, touching you, looking back at you?
Summer, of course. *looks into his eyes, rather more intently than she meant to, for a long moment before her gaze twitched over his features, the unfamiliar contours of his face* Summer in the body of a stranger, someone I don’t recognize.
*leans his forehead against hers* That all you can see, then? Just how I look? How I sound? All the physical? You’re better than that. *brushes his lips to hers*
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.
*sighs* Alright, fine. For argument’s sake, I’ll say you’re right. Well, if you’re looking for an explanation, I’m afraid I’m fresh out. Do you have any theories?
Nope. If you were human, I could hazard some, but I’m not taking any bets on whether Asgardian lifestyles are close enough to give the same experiences. *turns around to lean on the wall next to her, unintentionally kind of leering* I can probably help you get over it though.
*narrows her eyes, unfamiliar with his current expression* Oh? And how might you do that?
I’ve heard the best way to deal with a fear is to confront it over and over. *fits a hand behind her neck*
Yes, I’ve…heard that as well. *feels a spark of that fear flare up and inwardly kicks herself* Though I’ve heard it associated with battles. Are we going to fight, Summer? *laughs weakly*
*quietly* Is that what you want? To fight me? I don’t think you’ll like the results. *senses the fear and grimaces slightly* Look at me. Only look at me. Who is here, Angela? Who is with you, touching you, looking back at you?
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.
*sighs* Alright, fine. For argument’s sake, I’ll say you’re right. Well, if you’re looking for an explanation, I’m afraid I’m fresh out. Do you have any theories?
Nope. If you were human, I could hazard some, but I’m not taking any bets on whether Asgardian lifestyles are close enough to give the same experiences. *turns around to lean on the wall next to her, unintentionally kind of leering* I can probably help you get over it though.
*narrows her eyes, unfamiliar with his current expression* Oh? And how might you do that?
I’ve heard the best way to deal with a fear is to confront it over and over. *fits a hand behind her neck*
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.
*sighs* Alright, fine. For argument’s sake, I’ll say you’re right. Well, if you’re looking for an explanation, I’m afraid I’m fresh out. Do you have any theories?
Nope. If you were human, I could hazard some, but I’m not taking any bets on whether Asgardian lifestyles are close enough to give the same experiences. *turns around to lean on the wall next to her, unintentionally kind of leering* I can probably help you get over it though.
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.
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.
‘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.”
‘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.
*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.
*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.
