Summer snugged one of the buckles on her chestplate a little tighter. “I’m probably the only person in the world who would trust you right now.” She shook her head a little, already-loosened hair rippling. “I must be insane. Yes, I’ll fight with you, Loki. You’ll owe me a favour, after.” Assuming we don’t get killed, she thought, a little grimly.
Laying a hand on the device he was holding out to her, she nodded. “Let’s go.”
“Trusting me may be unwise, but I suppose we shall see,” he said through a crooked smile. They clutched the device and Loki spun it just so, locking onto the energy of Thanos.
In an instant of blinding light, they were landing rather roughly upon a desolate planet of deep black rock, the sky a haze of gray and far away stars. There was no movement in sight.
“‘Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it’,” Summer quoted, softly. “I sure hope you know what you’re doing, liesmith.” Closing her eyes, she spread one hand out in the air, reaching.
There.
“There’s someone here, alright.” Thought and fear drew her wings to blazing life, casting brilliance over the barren rock. “Do we go to them, or they to us?”
“I am no coward,” Loki spoke just above a whisper, mostly just to convince himself. ”We will find them. Do you know how many?” He cursed his own magic for being so lacking in comparison to her abilities. It was not his style to rely on others, but this would have to do.
He looked around quickly, wary. The air hummed faintly, far off noises drifting to them in the heavy dark.
“Two. Close together. A blur of others, pooling together, very faint. Almost … stuttering. As if they don’t feel at all, or not much.” Summer could feel the flame, pooling in her veins, waiting to be called into death.
“Do you fly? I’m pretty sure I can’t carry you.”