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greensilvr:

iamthefirechild:

:looks at you for a long time: What example could I give? How to fail time and time again? How to be mocked and hated? If I cannot control, lead actively, what am I? Without you, Thanos would still be alive.

How to stay true to yourself. How hard love can be. How to learn, and grow, and never give up. Your magic, that is an example. The way you refuse to leave any behind, and use everything you have to protect those you care for, no matter the cost. Without you, I would be dead under the Chitauri.

I almost want to believe you. I still say, you and I…we could rule the nine realms. Say you’ve thought of it.

*very, very gently* No, Loki. I don’t think of it. I don’t want the universe, or any of its Nine Realms.

:veiled hurt: What is it you want, then?

*sighs* That is a really good question, and I don’t know the answer. It changes, Loki, it always changes. Right now? Right now I want to be away from the world, away from all the things people demand, and just not think for a while.

I suppose we have that in common, for the time being. Should…should I leave you to yourself then?

You don’t have to leave. Please don’t.

:laughs softly: That might be the first time I’ve ever heard that.

Then what shall we do, darling? The world-wearied pair with our…beginners drinks?

*snickers* Beginners drinks? What’s that supposed to mean?

Let’s just say this wouldn’t be enough for me to get by, dear.

You’re the one who decided to take it from me. I didn’t bring it up here for you, you know. *pats the ground at her side* Come here?

:a magical double appears at Summer’s side: :it grins:

*makes a wry face at the double, and then him* Show off. Ridiculous man.

Would you have me change?  :waves away the double and leans over her: Perhaps you prefer me /this/ way? :flickers into female form:

*eyes go huge* That’s … beautiful.

He tilts back his head and laughs lightly, a low purr of femininity.

“Am I learning new things about you, Summer?”

Her voice is husky as she answers. “Yes. Yes you are.” Summer reaches up to brush her fingers over those cheekbones, still elegant in the feminine shape. “All you had to do was ask.”

:looks at you for a long time: What example could I give? How to fail time and time again? How to be mocked and hated? If I cannot control, lead actively, what am I? Without you, Thanos would still be alive.

How to stay true to yourself. How hard love can be. How to learn, and grow, and never give up. Your magic, that is an example. The way you refuse to leave any behind, and use everything you have to protect those you care for, no matter the cost. Without you, I would be dead under the Chitauri.

I almost want to believe you. I still say, you and I…we could rule the nine realms. Say you’ve thought of it.

*very, very gently* No, Loki. I don’t think of it. I don’t want the universe, or any of its Nine Realms.

:veiled hurt: What is it you want, then?

*sighs* That is a really good question, and I don’t know the answer. It changes, Loki, it always changes. Right now? Right now I want to be away from the world, away from all the things people demand, and just not think for a while.

I suppose we have that in common, for the time being. Should…should I leave you to yourself then?

You don’t have to leave. Please don’t.

:laughs softly: That might be the first time I’ve ever heard that.

Then what shall we do, darling? The world-wearied pair with our…beginners drinks?

*snickers* Beginners drinks? What’s that supposed to mean?

Let’s just say this wouldn’t be enough for me to get by, dear.

You’re the one who decided to take it from me. I didn’t bring it up here for you, you know. *pats the ground at her side* Come here?

:a magical double appears at Summer’s side: :it grins:

*makes a wry face at the double, and then him* Show off. Ridiculous man.

Would you have me change?  :waves away the double and leans over her: Perhaps you prefer me /this/ way? :flickers into female form:

*eyes go huge* That’s … beautiful.

greensilvr:

iamthefirechild:

It’s one of those gorgeous lucid dreams — the kind where a part of her is awake, struggling to hold on to what she sees. She’s dreaming of a wood: unfamiliar, old growth, wide spaces beneath the tall trees. And there is Loki, on the edge of the glade.

She doesn’t know which Loki; she knows so many, now. He changes, in that way that dreams do; now heartbreakingly young, now subtly marked with the weight of millennia. Always tall, so tall. Long hair, short hair; armoured, casual.

She cannot see his face. If she could see it, she might know — is she here for love, or hate? To die, or live?

In a dream, it could easily be both. Or neither.

She calls his name.

He pulls himself out of the chasm of unconsciousness, but not enough to wake up.  Still dreaming?  He cannot be sure.  The energy of his magic sometimes carried him among reality while he dreamed.  Visions, omens…connections.

Pin straight shadows lean like scars across the forest floor, then shooting skyward in the form of tall thin trees. He stands still, afraid to move, to disrupt this journey, until a glimmer of fire-gold flickers just out of sight, behind him. He is suddenly filled with a terrible, beautiful ache.  That shade of red, orange, sunset, what could he call it?  It was unique in the nine realms.  It burned within him.  It kindled familiarity and hope and fear.

“You ought to know better than to try and sneak up on a man in his own dream, Summer.” 

“I thought it was my dream.” She takes a step closer, and another. Her footsteps seem to make no sound here. “I don’t sneak, either. That’s your province.” It’s hard to make out where the light comes from, too, though there are long beams slanting across the forest floor, glittering with dust motes.

Another step. “What is this place?”

It’s one of those gorgeous lucid dreams — the kind where a part of her is awake, struggling to hold on to what she sees. She’s dreaming of a wood: unfamiliar, old growth, wide spaces beneath the tall trees. And there is Loki, on the edge of the glade.

She doesn’t know which Loki; she knows so many, now. He changes, in that way that dreams do; now heartbreakingly young, now subtly marked with the weight of millennia. Always tall, so tall. Long hair, short hair; armoured, casual.

She cannot see his face. If she could see it, she might know — is she here for love, or hate? To die, or live?

In a dream, it could easily be both. Or neither.

She calls his name.