Wanting to bury her face in her hands, Summer settled for closing her eyes for a moment. “I … jumped to a conclusion, there. Sorry.” She tried to laugh. “I thought you knew all my weaknesses before we started, Loki. Isn’t that what you said?”
She looked back, green eyes to green eyes. “Can you care for someone who will always know if you truly do or not? That’s the sticking point for so many, you see, luv.”
Loki took her hand in both of his and gently lifted it to his heart. He pressed her fingers to him and held her gaze as steadily as he could. It was often hard for him to maintain eye contact, considering he was usually being deceitful.
Not this time, though.
“Feel it, then. Sift through my lies. What do you see, fire child?”
Her eyes went half-lidded and distant, fingers flexing against his hold. “Loneliness,” she breathed. “Hope, such hope. Relief … and gratitude.” A silence that seemed long, but truly lasted only a few swift breaths. “Love.”
The word was almost inaudible.
“You do care. Why?”
A small smile played over his face. ”Why not?” Still holding her hand, he led her back towards the city.
“I am only cruel when it suits me, you know. And now, I must bid you goodnight. Tomorrow, we will decide how to defeat Thanos. There is much to think on.” His voice was distant now.
“So much for mischief,” she murmured. It would be a cold shower for her, surviving all that and then going in to his heart right after. Damn empathy anyway. Damn it and all its stupid side effects.
With a sigh and a gesture, she dismissed the accoutrements of a comfortable evening and allowed Loki to lead her where he would.