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“If there is more underneath, I am sure you will find it,” he murmured, smile fading, meeting her eyes.  He let her remove the coat, and it fell to the floor in a heap.  ”Show me that skillful determination I have grown so fond of.”  He was rather enjoying this game…

Nimble fingers bent to the task of unbuckling the sash clasping one shoulderpiece on, before she pulled it off, too, and dropped it to one side. “Oh, it’s my stubborn side you like then. Lucky I like puzzles.” Swift as an arrow, she snagged one of his hands, pressing kisses to each fingertip.

With his free hand, he dug his fingers into the small of her back, pulling her flush against him.  There was something so satisfying about the clatter of the armour falling to the stone floor.  Like it was the most pleasing sound he’d ever heard.

“And what of yours shall I remove?” he asked, low.

“Oh, anything you like,” Summer said, looking up with a laugh. “There’s so little, in comparison to you … this may take me hours.” Without even looking, she pried at his bracer, running her fingers down the leather underneath.

“I am a patient man,” he replied, but shook off the other bracer, smiling as it crashed to the floor.  He brought the hand back up and slid the shoulder off her shirt, tracing the angles with his fingers.  Just then, the light filtered through the window and lit up her face, and Loki swore that she glowed.  He leaned in and kissed her gently, unable to stop himself from the act.  

“Tell me what you desire, and I will serve you.”

Just a day ago, Summer would have been prepared to swear there was nothing gentle about Loki of Asgard. The softness of his kiss curled her toes, and she couldn’t help closing her eyes, the better to taste him. Her hands went to his chest again, pressing against the leather and metal as though she could simply will it away. It took a little time for her to find the words to answer him with.

“Don’t make me search for you under all this. I just want you, in any way you’ll have me.”

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“Loki, I consider neither play nor emotion weakness.” His sudden desire rang in her head like a cascading chorus of bells. She let it ride through her body, and curled her hands against his chest, letting more of her weight rest against him. “Right now, just now, I will forgive you almost anything.

“Darling.” The endearment was low, pitched with meaning, unlike the careless southernisms she’d thrown around before.

“You have such a way with getting past my defences, Darling,” he purred, and materialized his armour over himself.  ”Will you keep trying?”  He nipped at her neck, the horn of the helmet grazing her cheek.  ”Do keep trying.”

Cool metal interfered with her touch on him, and she pulled her hands away, startled into laughter. “Oh, cheater! /I/ can’t do that, why should you be allowed to?” Summer slipped both hands up under the edges of the heavy coat, trying to push it off his shoulders. “Besides,” she went on, eyes flicking up to meet his, “I don’t need the warrior, the god, the master of magic. Just you.”

“If there is more underneath, I am sure you will find it,” he murmured, smile fading, meeting her eyes.  He let her remove the coat, and it fell to the floor in a heap.  ”Show me that skillful determination I have grown so fond of.”  He was rather enjoying this game…

Nimble fingers bent to the task of unbuckling the sash clasping one shoulderpiece on, before she pulled it off, too, and dropped it to one side. “Oh, it’s my stubborn side you like then. Lucky I like puzzles.” Swift as an arrow, she snagged one of his hands, pressing kisses to each fingertip.

With his free hand, he dug his fingers into the small of her back, pulling her flush against him.  There was something so satisfying about the clatter of the armour falling to the stone floor.  Like it was the most pleasing sound he’d ever heard.

“And what of yours shall I remove?” he asked, low.

“Oh, anything you like,” Summer said, looking up with a laugh. “There’s so little, in comparison to you … this may take me hours.” Without even looking, she pried at his bracer, running her fingers down the leather underneath.

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“Loki, I consider neither play nor emotion weakness.” His sudden desire rang in her head like a cascading chorus of bells. She let it ride through her body, and curled her hands against his chest, letting more of her weight rest against him. “Right now, just now, I will forgive you almost anything.

“Darling.” The endearment was low, pitched with meaning, unlike the careless southernisms she’d thrown around before.

“You have such a way with getting past my defences, Darling,” he purred, and materialized his armour over himself.  ”Will you keep trying?”  He nipped at her neck, the horn of the helmet grazing her cheek.  ”Do keep trying.”

Cool metal interfered with her touch on him, and she pulled her hands away, startled into laughter. “Oh, cheater! /I/ can’t do that, why should you be allowed to?” Summer slipped both hands up under the edges of the heavy coat, trying to push it off his shoulders. “Besides,” she went on, eyes flicking up to meet his, “I don’t need the warrior, the god, the master of magic. Just you.”

“If there is more underneath, I am sure you will find it,” he murmured, smile fading, meeting her eyes.  He let her remove the coat, and it fell to the floor in a heap.  ”Show me that skillful determination I have grown so fond of.”  He was rather enjoying this game…

Nimble fingers bent to the task of unbuckling the sash clasping one shoulderpiece on, before she pulled it off, too, and dropped it to one side. “Oh, it’s my stubborn side you like then. Lucky I like puzzles.” Swift as an arrow, she snagged one of his hands, pressing kisses to each fingertip.

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“Oh please, Lady Summer,” Loki spoke into her hair, wrapping his arms around her, “do control yourself.  Some dignity, please,” he laughed, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.  He felt a strange sense of calm flood through him as her crying stopped.

Summer couldn’t resist the relaxation of tense muscles as his arms went around her. Into his chest, she said, voice still choked, “When have you ever known me to be dignified, Loki? Didn’t all this start with play?”

Suddenly he was very aware of the way she was held against him.  ”You are right, my Summer.  Would you forgive me, just for now,” he slid his hands through her hair, relishing the softness as it slid between his fingers as he dragged them down her neck and back, “a moment of weakness?”

“Loki, I consider neither play nor emotion weakness.” His sudden desire rang in her head like a cascading chorus of bells. She let it ride through her body, and curled her hands against his chest, letting more of her weight rest against him. “Right now, just now, I will forgive you almost anything.

“Darling.” The endearment was low, pitched with meaning, unlike the careless southernisms she’d thrown around before.

“You have such a way with getting past my defences, Darling,” he purred, and materialized his armour over himself.  ”Will you keep trying?”  He nipped at her neck, the horn of the helmet grazing her cheek.  ”Do keep trying.”

Cool metal interfered with her touch on him, and she pulled her hands away, startled into laughter. “Oh, cheater! /I/ can’t do that, why should you be allowed to?” Summer slipped both hands up under the edges of the heavy coat, trying to push it off his shoulders. “Besides,” she went on, eyes flicking up to meet his, “I don’t need the warrior, the god, the master of magic. Just you.”

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Loki felt himself freeze at her words, ice spreading through his veins.  He had destroyed another connection, proven himself cruel and unworthy yet again.  He could not move as she poured her hurt over him; he drowned in it.

Your brother.

“My brother,” he hissed, snapping back to reality.  He stepped to block the door.  ”My brother was a fool, driven by petty whim and shallow connections.”  Her hurt and his desperation were pooling together and he could hardly see straight through it all.  ”You are not these things Summer.  Why must we pull at each other like this?    Can we claim power over others and who they are?”  No, of course not, there was no hope for him.  But at the sight of those eyes of fire, he softened.

“You are anything but weak, my Summer.  You endure.”

The endearment, small though it was, cracked her control. Shattered it. Summer lost the projection, blinked, and tears slid down her cheeks. A sob wracked her body. Hastily she shook her hair forward, hiding her face. “I’m sorry,” she managed through a tight throat. “I shouldn’t’ve said those things. You are … who you are, and I’ve no right to … change you.”

“Oh please, Lady Summer,” Loki spoke into her hair, wrapping his arms around her, “do control yourself.  Some dignity, please,” he laughed, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.  He felt a strange sense of calm flood through him as her crying stopped.

Summer couldn’t resist the relaxation of tense muscles as his arms went around her. Into his chest, she said, voice still choked, “When have you ever known me to be dignified, Loki? Didn’t all this start with play?”

Suddenly he was very aware of the way she was held against him.  ”You are right, my Summer.  Would you forgive me, just for now,” he slid his hands through her hair, relishing the softness as it slid between his fingers as he dragged them down her neck and back, “a moment of weakness?”

“Loki, I consider neither play nor emotion weakness.” His sudden desire rang in her head like a cascading chorus of bells. She let it ride through her body, and curled her hands against his chest, letting more of her weight rest against him. “Right now, just now, I will forgive you almost anything.

“Darling.” The endearment was low, pitched with meaning, unlike the careless southernisms she’d thrown around before.

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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 felt himself freeze at her words, ice spreading through his veins.  He had destroyed another connection, proven himself cruel and unworthy yet again.  He could not move as she poured her hurt over him; he drowned in it.

Your brother.

“My brother,” he hissed, snapping back to reality.  He stepped to block the door.  ”My brother was a fool, driven by petty whim and shallow connections.”  Her hurt and his desperation were pooling together and he could hardly see straight through it all.  ”You are not these things Summer.  Why must we pull at each other like this?    Can we claim power over others and who they are?”  No, of course not, there was no hope for him.  But at the sight of those eyes of fire, he softened.

“You are anything but weak, my Summer.  You endure.”

The endearment, small though it was, cracked her control. Shattered it. Summer lost the projection, blinked, and tears slid down her cheeks. A sob wracked her body. Hastily she shook her hair forward, hiding her face. “I’m sorry,” she managed through a tight throat. “I shouldn’t’ve said those things. You are … who you are, and I’ve no right to … change you.”

“Oh please, Lady Summer,” Loki spoke into her hair, wrapping his arms around her, “do control yourself.  Some dignity, please,” he laughed, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.  He felt a strange sense of calm flood through him as her crying stopped.

Summer couldn’t resist the relaxation of tense muscles as his arms went around her. Into his chest, she said, voice still choked, “When have you ever known me to be dignified, Loki? Didn’t all this start with play?”

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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 felt himself freeze at her words, ice spreading through his veins.  He had destroyed another connection, proven himself cruel and unworthy yet again.  He could not move as she poured her hurt over him; he drowned in it.

Your brother.

“My brother,” he hissed, snapping back to reality.  He stepped to block the door.  ”My brother was a fool, driven by petty whim and shallow connections.”  Her hurt and his desperation were pooling together and he could hardly see straight through it all.  ”You are not these things Summer.  Why must we pull at each other like this?    Can we claim power over others and who they are?”  No, of course not, there was no hope for him.  But at the sight of those eyes of fire, he softened.

“You are anything but weak, my Summer.  You endure.”

The endearment, small though it was, cracked her control. Shattered it. Summer lost the projection, blinked, and tears slid down her cheeks. A sob wracked her body. Hastily she shook her hair forward, hiding her face. “I’m sorry,” she managed through a tight throat. “I shouldn’t’ve said those things. You are .. who you are, and I’ve no right to … change you.”