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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.

This Isn’t Everything You Are

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“There is nothing,” he kissed a line down her neck, “I would rather do.”  Laying back, he pulled her on top of him and deftly undid her pants, sliding them down and away.  Careful hands pulled back up over her, again and again, pressing her harder against him.  ”There is nothing about you that isn’t beautiful,” his fingers memorized the feel of every angle of her.  He strained painfully against his pants, and a small whimper escaped his lips.

Half-balanced on Loki, Summer laid her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it raced higher. His tiny whimper made her smile, sliding hands under cloth to shape the lean muscles of him with her fingertips. A little flexion, a little push had her sitting up over him, looking down with a possessive smile.

One hand lay lightly over his navel, stroking downward with the barest pressure. “Details, Loki. Seduce me with your words.”

His breath drew in sharply but he steadied himself.  ”Oh, is that what you want?  My Summer, so…forceful.  I like this.” He pressed his hand over hers and moved it down over him, meeting her eyes with a narrowed gaze.  ”What shall I do with you then?  Whisper all my secret longings?  How I have dreamed of those fire eyes and the heat of your touch?” He leaned up into her.  ”How no one has ever bewitched me so quickly?  Shall I tell you of your strength, courage, ferocity?  No, you must already know all of this.”  He pulled her down close again.  ”But I suppose it cannot be said enough.”  Lips met eager lips.

Freeing her hands from his, Summer slipped them back under his tunic, sliding them up and taking the fabric with her, until she either had to wait or break away from the kiss. Tugging on the hem, she lifted her head a touch to smile into his eyes. “You tell me things I wish to believe, but in my secret heart, I know better. Make me believe, Loki. And take this off. I need to touch you.”

The tunic was off before a second had passed.

“So hungry for my words, my dear.  I tire of them.”  He dragged her fingers down his chest and lay his head back.  ”Touch me and you will need no words.”

Skin and scars lay revealed to her gaze, and Summer took her time over them, tracing lines and ridges with careful fingertips, kissing each mark of pain, drawing her nails down in soft lines. Into his breastbone she whispered, “Emotions are blurred, strange, sliding one into the other without pause. You wished to recant them, just a short while ago, and now you want me in your heart, searching? Make up your mind, ice-king.” She teased her teeth along his nipple, trying to render him speechless.

This Isn’t Everything You Are

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She let him pull her in, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her cheek to his chest. “Oh, Loki. Look at us. Both so convinced we’re worthless people, so confused by others caring.” Closing her eyes, she kept projecting, pouring her sympathy and caring and desire for this wounded, struggling man out.

“Look at us both,” he repeated, nodding into her hair.  ”Imagine what we could accomplish if we were without sentiment.”

It was something he had tried to achieve, but almost had to admit he could not.  Yet here was a creature whose existence revolved around emotion.  How tiring her life must be.  He was exhausted already.

Summer thwacked his back lightly. “You’d be dead, because I wouldn’t have this power. I’ve known people who tried to cut off their emotions, and it didn’t end well for them.” Leaning back enough to look him in the face, she went on, “Loki … I can’t speak for you. But I told you once already, they tried to … mute me. And it was awful.”

“I can’t imagine how.  Look how much pain this causes you.  I see what you have to endure, just to be near someone.  And you say it hurt to be without feeling?”

He shook his head and paced around the room.  This woman was turning his brain to mush.

Her mouth twisted. “Imagine if someone took your magic from you.” Folding her arms, Summer regarded Loki. “That is how essential it is to me to feel. In this pain, I know I am alive.” She couldn’t help but frown, dark brows drawing together over green eyes. “Why is this so important to you? To push away emotion. Sentiment.”

“Alive…” he tasted the word as he stopped to look out the window again.  Always that need to see a way out.  ”I do not feel it unless I know power.  Perhaps because of the lack of it all my life until…recently.” His gaze rested momentarily on the remains of the bifrost out the window.  ”I care not.  But sentiment will never satisfy.”

He turned then and fixed his eyes on hers intensely.  

“Do you not understand what feeling does to a man like me?  How distracting…it is a weakness.  I have tasted weakness, Summer.  I do not intend to again.”  He wildly hoped she could not see the feeling that stirred inside him even then, but of course she did.  She always would.  Maybe she would at least have the decency not to point it out.

Summer’s mouth quirked downward. “You see me as weak.” Blindly, she walked backward until the edge of the bed hit the backs of her knees. She crumpled onto it. “Something to be used.” Without really being aware of it, the hurt she was feeling slid into the projection.

“Like your brother.”

Why did it even matter, she asked herself. This was Loki, who destroyed, who killed, raped minds. There was probably no saving him. And even if there was, it was stupid to delude herself into thinking she could do it.

It took every ounce of control Summer had ever learned in thirty-some-odd years to stand up again, to pull her jeans on, and walk toward the door, without allowing the tears in her eyes to spill down her face. She couldn’t find it in her to unlock the tight muscles around her mouth, but her spine was straight and her head high.

Loki and the firechild

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“GRK—LOKI!” Summer’s surprise was so great she couldn’t react more than to shriek his name. “WHAT are you doing?!” She tried to jerk her head up, at least, so she could watch their backs, could warn him. A thought put the fire out, leaving the halls in shadow, but she didn’t need sight to guard them.

Empathic senses spread wide, net-like, searching for the least hint of discovery.

They burst out onto the black rocks, and Loki’s quick pace led them quickly the portal area.  ”You are an idiot to think I’d let you stay behind in that state,” he huffed bitterly.  Then he dropped her onto the ground unceremoniously.  

Those who pursued were still a growing rumble.

“Take hold, now!” he waved the device in front of her. 

Wincing as she put a hand on her own hair, Summer slapped a palm upward against the device. “Then I’m an idiot. You should’ve trusted me.” But her eyelids were flickering with exhaustion, and she could feel muscle tremors on the edges of her awareness.

After a pull of light and pressure, they were back on the edge of the bridge in Asgard.  

Loki stepped back from her and waved his hands to mask the device again, and it was gone.  The two of them stood safe and successful.  

In a flurry of thought, Loki wasn’t certain if he wanted to hug her or go drink mead and sing war songs with her.  Or perhaps he would just catch her as she fainted.  

Summer’s head lay back in his arms and he stroked her rebellious hair from her face as he looked down at her.  Even in sleep, he could see the pain behind her features.  He could feel the edged pulse and burn of the flames still within her delicate frame.  What a fair facade, he thought, to house something so powerful and great within such lovely vessel.  He pressed a fevered kiss to her forehead, thankful for a moment where such actions would not be noted.  He had a reputation, after all.

Then he carried her the rest of the way to his chambers.

Half-aware of being carried, Summer roused enough to blink at Loki as they entered his rooms. “Where … ?” she managed, trying to look around. “This … ” She flailed a hand loosely.

Loki and the firechild

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Loki’s limbs locked up and he 2`tr0yho [[my cat really wants to contribute]] was conflicted in a way that was familiar and painful.  Summer was weak, and she was in pain, and it was his fault.  He had brought her into this.  Could he leave her?  Could he flee and save himself and leave her to her own devices?

“I…I can’t…are you strong enough?” his voice was too small, and they were losing time.  She didn’t look strong enough.

[hihi Jack. good boy Jack. precious fluffy kitty.]

“I have to be, don’t I?” she flung over her shoulder. “The longer you wait, the less chance I have. So either go, now, and trust me to catch up, or get over here and work that device again!”

The rising heat around her made her hair dance in wild abandon, and she took a deep breath, flinging her arms wide. “Come and get me, you bastards!” Summer screamed into the shadows, which abruptly shot long and dark away from her as her hands filled with flame.

He knew the teleportation device would not work unless they were at its point of origin again.  It was a good quarter mile away.

That was close enough.

“Not for me.  You will do no more for me, fire child!” he half yelled, and without giving her a second to even register what was going on, he gathered the woman in his arms and took off running, her arms slung awkwardly over his shoulders and the fire burning out in her hands.  He might not have been Thor, but he was strong, and very fast, and Summer wasn’t much of a burden.

“GRK—LOKI!” Summer’s surprise was so great she couldn’t react more than to shriek his name. “WHAT are you doing?!” She tried to jerk her head up, at least, so she could watch their backs, could warn him. A thought put the fire out, leaving the halls in shadow, but she didn’t need sight to guard them.

Empathic senses spread wide, net-like, searching for the least hint of discovery.

They burst out onto the black rocks, and Loki’s quick pace led them quickly the portal area.  ”You are an idiot to think I’d let you stay behind in that state,” he huffed bitterly.  Then he dropped her onto the ground unceremoniously.  

Those who pursued were still a growing rumble.

“Take hold, now!” he waved the device in front of her. 

Wincing as she put a hand on her own hair, Summer slapped a palm upward against the device. “Then I’m an idiot. You should’ve trusted me.” But her eyelids were flickering with exhaustion, and she could feel muscle tremors on the edges of her awareness.

Loki and the firechild

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“I can kill you, Thanos,” Loki whispered, holding him down with a ray of light from the spear.  ”I can kill you because now I have real reason to.  You have threatened not only me, but another, innocent.”  He plunged the spear into his chest, and narrowed his eyes, almost smiling, when Thanos screamed out in pain.  ”And I am not always without sentiment.”  He twisted the blade.

Summer’s scream echoed Thanos’. The pain was beyond outrageous. She dropped to the floor, bracing herself on hands and knees, breathing hard. “Don’t — play, Loki,” she gritted. “I’m in his — mind.” Clawing one hand off the floor, she shaped the pain into an enormous, swirling fireball, and flung it at Thanos.

Loki raised his eyebrows and stepped back slowly as the mass of flame hit its target.  He ripped the spear from the creature and watched proudly as he clutched at his own body, life leaving him, until finally he was still.  It was done, then.  A great hiss of air left his lungs in an exhale he did not know he had been holding back.  For a moment, the entirety of this forsaken place seemed to be still, resting, emptied of all action.  Loki turned slowly and allowed his eyes to focus on Summer, staring at her reverently.  He said volumes with that look.

And then the sound of an approaching army did a rather successful job of breaking the moment.

“I would suggest we run.”

Staggering to her feet, Summer clutched her arms around herself, trying to hold herself together. Tears ran down her face unnoticed. “Go first, then. I can fly. Go!” The last was a shout, over her shoulder, as she turned to face the direction of the sound. Wisps of fire began to swirl around her form again, even with arms locked tight around her shoulders and feet planted wide for balance.

Death chimed up and down her bones, making them sing out in cruel arpeggios. Summer wanted to be out of here, wanted to be home, safe, up to her neck in literal hot water and not metaphorical.

Wanted the pain to stop, wanted to believe Loki had listened to her.

Wanted to believe what his last look had implied.

Staring into the darkness, she held her ground, giving him time to escape.

Loki’s limbs locked up and he 2`tr0yho [[my cat really wants to contribute]] was conflicted in a way that was familiar and painful.  Summer was weak, and she was in pain, and it was his fault.  He had brought her into this.  Could he leave her?  Could he flee and save himself and leave her to her own devices?

“I…I can’t…are you strong enough?” his voice was too small, and they were losing time.  She didn’t look strong enough.

[hihi Jack. good boy Jack. precious fluffy kitty.]

“I have to be, don’t I?” she flung over her shoulder. “The longer you wait, the less chance I have. So either go, now, and trust me to catch up, or get over here and work that device again!”

The rising heat around her made her hair dance in wild abandon, and she took a deep breath, flinging her arms wide. “Come and get me, you bastards!” Summer screamed into the shadows, which abruptly shot long and dark away from her as her hands filled with flame.

He knew the teleportation device would not work unless they were at its point of origin again.  It was a good quarter mile away.

That was close enough.

“Not for me.  You will do no more for me, fire child!” he half yelled, and without giving her a second to even register what was going on, he gathered the woman in his arms and took off running, her arms slung awkwardly over his shoulders and the fire burning out in her hands.  He might not have been Thor, but he was strong, and very fast, and Summer wasn’t much of a burden.

“GRK—LOKI!” Summer’s surprise was so great she couldn’t react more than to shriek his name. “WHAT are you doing?!” She tried to jerk her head up, at least, so she could watch their backs, could warn him. A thought put the fire out, leaving the halls in shadow, but she didn’t need sight to guard them.

Empathic senses spread wide, net-like, searching for the least hint of discovery.

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Anger and pain, rage and cruelty … they poured through her in a never ending flood, and Summer clenched her hands into fists, unconsciously weeping with the burn of it. They were fighting now; she could almost see it behind her eyes.

Almost wasn’t enough. She dropped lower, then lower, eyes half-lidded and moving solely on the line of emotions. Something barred her path, and she shoved fire into it until it exploded from pure heat, and another, and then cool stone lay beneath her feet, and Loki held a giant being at bay, cruelty dripping off him like water after rain.

“I can kill you, Thanos,” Loki whispered, holding him down with a ray of light from the spear.  ”I can kill you because now I have real reason to.  You have threatened not only me, but another, innocent.”  He plunged the spear into his chest, and narrowed his eyes, almost smiling, when Thanos screamed out in pain.  ”And I am not always without sentiment.”  He twisted the blade.

Summer’s scream echoed Thanos’. The pain was beyond outrageous. She dropped to the floor, bracing herself on hands and knees, breathing hard. “Don’t — play, Loki,” she gritted. “I’m in his — mind.” Clawing one hand off the floor, she shaped the pain into an enormous, swirling fireball, and flung it at Thanos.

Loki raised his eyebrows and stepped back slowly as the mass of flame hit its target.  He ripped the spear from the creature and watched proudly as he clutched at his own body, life leaving him, until finally he was still.  It was done, then.  A great hiss of air left his lungs in an exhale he did not know he had been holding back.  For a moment, the entirety of this forsaken place seemed to be still, resting, emptied of all action.  Loki turned slowly and allowed his eyes to focus on Summer, staring at her reverently.  He said volumes with that look.

And then the sound of an approaching army did a rather successful job of breaking the moment.

“I would suggest we run.”

Staggering to her feet, Summer clutched her arms around herself, trying to hold herself together. Tears ran down her face unnoticed. “Go first, then. I can fly. Go!” The last was a shout, over her shoulder, as she turned to face the direction of the sound. Wisps of fire began to swirl around her form again, even with arms locked tight around her shoulders and feet planted wide for balance.

Death chimed up and down her bones, making them sing out in cruel arpeggios. Summer wanted to be out of here, wanted to be home, safe, up to her neck in literal hot water and not metaphorical.

Wanted the pain to stop, wanted to believe Loki had listened to her.

Wanted to believe what his last look had implied.

Staring into the darkness, she held her ground, giving him time to escape.