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iamthefirechild:

greensilvr:

He traced her profile with his eyes, imagining the feeling of the soft curves beneath his fingers.  More empty words to soothe his wounds.  If only he could believe such warm lies, but he knew what he was.  What he always would be.  But the sting was lessened at the thought of her still being there, thinking he was better than he was.

Perhaps he was missing the point, but he was tired, and she was beautiful.

“It is alright, Lady Summer.  You need not…” he trailed off, swallowing.

“You don’t believe me.” She swallowed hard, trying to force down the lump in her throat. “Of course you don’t believe me. Of — of course I couldn’t possibly convince you, how old are you, how long you’ve been … ” She jumbled to a stop, gulping again.

She let go of his hands to rub at her face, forcing back involuntary tears. “Humans have a thing we do, sometimes. We say we have a family of blood, the family we were born to or raised in, and a family of the heart, the people we choose and share our lives with.”

He heard the change in her voice and fear surfaced from somewhere within him.  He felt what she must feel, listening to him, wanting more, wanting…

“Please don’t,” he murmured, leaning over her, smoothing his fingers over that skin at last.  “I will try, darling.  I have heard you and I will do anything to try.”  And then he pressed their lips together, chaste and reserved, sealing the connection between them at last.

She hadn’t realised how much she wanted that kiss until he gave it to her. There was no reason for it to seem so powerful, except that she’d missed him more than she admitted, and they’d always teased. Well, he had. She didn’t press for more, though, too weary, too worn with the struggles of the last hour.

Instead she put her hand back over his and squeezed. “We can try together.”

greensilvr:

iamthefirechild:

greensilvr:

“It shouldn’t be,” he said bitterly, eyes flicking away.  “But it is.  That is the way of this world, and all worlds beyond.  If you are not powerful in the highest way, you are cast out as nothing.  What difference does it make how I see myself, if I am alone?”

“If you see yourself as useless, lost — all the things others have placed on you, how can you ever be willing to see the people who don’t see you as different? You’re so sure no one can ever see you as worthwhile — because you can’t see it.” She closed her eyes, clearing her throat. “You aren’t alone.”

He traced her profile with his eyes, imagining the feeling of the soft curves beneath his fingers.  More empty words to soothe his wounds.  If only he could believe such warm lies, but he knew what he was.  What he always would be.  But the sting was lessened at the thought of her still being there, thinking he was better than he was.

Perhaps he was missing the point, but he was tired, and she was beautiful.

“It is alright, Lady Summer.  You need not…” he trailed off, swallowing.

“You don’t believe me.” She swallowed hard, trying to force down the lump in her throat. “Of course you don’t believe me. Of — of course I couldn’t possibly convince you, how old are you, how long you’ve been … ” She jumbled to a stop, gulping again.

She let go of his hands to rub at her face, forcing back involuntary tears. “Humans have a thing we do, sometimes. We say we have a family of blood, the family we were born to or raised in, and a family of the heart, the people we choose and share our lives with.”

greensilvr:

iamthefirechild:

greensilvr:

He listened to her silently, watching her history dance before him among the stars, feeling awestruck for a moment how anyone else could voice the pains that he never knew how to explain.  This woman who drifted among the realms, whom he had met only by chance, saw so much.  Had he ever felt truly connected to anything before this moment?

“I tried to tell them.  I always do. But you’re so right; no one wants to see.  Perhaps someday they will,” his voice was barely above a whisper.  He almost believed himself just then.  He really almost did.  He laced and unlaced their fingers, exploring the way they fit together.

“What matters,” she went on, voice a whisper, “in the end, is how you see yourself. It’s not easy. Gods, it’s not easy. To remove yourself from needing to know how other people see you.” She shifted over onto her side more, cupping her other hand over their interlaced fingers and looking at his face. “You’ve spent so much time knowing what they thought, and shaped by that, right? That you were not the same as — ” she hesitated, but plunged on, ” — as Thor, and therefore not as good. Different is bad, right?”

“It shouldn’t be,” he said bitterly, eyes flicking away.  “But it is.  That is the way of this world, and all worlds beyond.  If you are not powerful in the highest way, you are cast out as nothing.  What difference does it make how I see myself, if I am alone?”

“If you see yourself as useless, lost — all the things others have placed on you, how can you ever be willing to see the people who don’t see you as different? You’re so sure no one can ever see you as worthwhile — because you can’t see it.” She closed her eyes, clearing her throat. “You aren’t alone.”

greensilvr:

iamthefirechild:

greensilvr:

Perhaps it was the empath projection, but he did feel…calmer, with her there.  Like there could be time.

“Yes, tricks and games.  And then what?  I have failed so many times, I will never be respected.”  He caught her hand in his own, curling his fingers into the connection as if he could absorb more of her warming presence.

“What you did, with Thanos, that wasn’t a game. It was a grand trick, but it definitely wasn’t a game.” She stopped for a moment, squeezing his hand gently, then went on, “Did you even tell them what you’d done? Or did you let them all go on thinking what they’ve always thought? It’s hardly fair to expect respect when you keep secret the very things that would earn it for you.” Her own past unfolded itself in her memories, spilling from her lips.

“It’s hard for people who’ve been around you all your life to see how you’ve changed; they see it every day and so the incremental stages pass them by. When I was younger, I had a terrible temper — no, don’t laugh, you didn’t know me then — and I worked hard to learn to control it. To learn what control meant. It wasn’t about /not/ feeling it, it was about what I did with it.

“But I never felt like my parents, my family, saw that I’d changed, that I was different. I felt like all I ever heard from them was ‘hold your temper, Summer’, ‘don’t get angry, Summer.’ It’s only been in the last couple of years, really, that my mom has acknowledged that I’ve changed, that I got better.”

He listened to her silently, watching her history dance before him among the stars, feeling awestruck for a moment how anyone else could voice the pains that he never knew how to explain.  This woman who drifted among the realms, whom he had met only by chance, saw so much.  Had he ever felt truly connected to anything before this moment?

“I tried to tell them.  I always do. But you’re so right; no one wants to see.  Perhaps someday they will,” his voice was barely above a whisper.  He almost believed himself just then.  He really almost did.  He laced and unlaced their fingers, exploring the way they fit together.

“What matters,” she went on, voice a whisper, “in the end, is how you see yourself. It’s not easy. Gods, it’s not easy. To remove yourself from needing to know how other people see you.” She shifted over onto her side more, cupping her other hand over their interlaced fingers and looking at his face. “You’ve spent so much time knowing what they thought, and shaped by that, right? That you were not the same as — ” she hesitated, but plunged on, ” — as Thor, and therefore not as good. Different is bad, right?”

greensilvr:

iamthefirechild:

greensilvr:

“Well is that not just the problem,” he murmured, staring up through the trees and into the far reaching expanse of the night sky.  He felt somehow lost in it; vertigo from the ground looking up.  “I am a king with no kingdom.  I know I am destined for greatness, somehow,” he added, trying to rein in his defensive tone. 

“What’s your rush?” Summer asked, pausing to yawn in the middle of the words. “If I understand correctly, you have centuries. Be the king of mages.” She threw a hand out to brush his arm. “You have so much magic … “

Perhaps it was the empath projection, but he did feel…calmer, with her there.  Like there could be time.

“Yes, tricks and games.  And then what?  I have failed so many times, I will never be respected.”  He caught her hand in his own, curling his fingers into the connection as if he could absorb more of her warming presence.

“What you did, with Thanos, that wasn’t a game. It was a grand trick, but it definitely wasn’t a game.” She stopped for a moment, squeezing his hand gently, then went on, “Did you even tell them what you’d done? Or did you let them all go on thinking what they’ve always thought? It’s hardly fair to expect respect when you keep secret the very things that would earn it for you.” Her own past unfolded itself in her memories, spilling from her lips.

“It’s hard for people who’ve been around you all your life to see how you’ve changed; they see it every day and so the incremental stages pass them by. When I was younger, I had a terrible temper — no, don’t laugh, you didn’t know me then — and I worked hard to learn to control it. To learn what control meant. It wasn’t about /not/ feeling it, it was about what I did with it.

“But I never felt like my parents, my family, saw that I’d changed, that I was different. I felt like all I ever heard from them was ‘hold your temper, Summer’, ‘don’t get angry, Summer.’ It’s only been in the last couple of years, really, that my mom has acknowledged that I’ve changed, that I got better.”

greensilvr:

iamthefirechild:

greensilvr:

After pausing just a moment or two, Loki lowered himself to her side.  It was a simple setup; one for someone who came and went and tried not to get too tangled.  He envied her that, although he knew better.  She always got tangled.  And then they had been separated and he had wasted so much time in that damn cell…

“I feel as if there is much we could do together, Summer,” he murmured, trying not to remember the last time they had been beside each other this way—trying to pretend he was stronger now.

She folded one arm behind her head, looking at him out of the corner of one eye in the dim light. With him settled beside her, the mood was somehow like a sleepover, softly talking of strange things that were hard to face in the day. “This better not be about ruling the Realms again.” Her tone was light, though, and her eyes were crinkled with a smile. As usual, he was concealing something, but she’d coax it out of him in due time. “What is it you want to do besides leave Asgard?”

“Well is that not just the problem,” he murmured, staring up through the trees and into the far reaching expanse of the night sky.  He felt somehow lost in it; vertigo from the ground looking up.  “I am a king with no kingdom.  I know I am destined for greatness, somehow,” he added, trying to rein in his defensive tone. 

“What’s your rush?” Summer asked, pausing to yawn in the middle of the words. “If I understand correctly, you have centuries. Be the king of mages.” She threw a hand out to brush his arm. “You have so much magic … “

greensilvr:

iamthefirechild:

greensilvr:

“Yes,” he replied simply, and trailed after her, enjoying her silhouette as she walked.  There would be time for plans and escapes and mischief of all kinds, but for now, he was also growing tired, his head heavy and full of nameless thoughts. 

Her gear wasn’t complicated; a few blankets, some nonperishable snack foods, an electric lantern. Summer shook out several of the thicker blankets and spread them on the ground, then offered Loki one. When he took it, she settled down on the padding herself, leaving half of it to him.

After pausing just a moment or two, Loki lowered himself to her side.  It was a simple setup; one for someone who came and went and tried not to get too tangled.  He envied her that, although he knew better.  She always got tangled.  And then they had been separated and he had wasted so much time in that damn cell…

“I feel as if there is much we could do together, Summer,” he murmured, trying not to remember the last time they had been beside each other this way—trying to pretend he was stronger now.

She folded one arm behind her head, looking at him out of the corner of one eye in the dim light. With him settled beside her, the mood was somehow like a sleepover, softly talking of strange things that were hard to face in the day. “This better not be about ruling the Realms again.” Her tone was light, though, and her eyes were crinkled with a smile. As usual, he was concealing something, but she’d coax it out of him in due time. “What is it you want to do besides leave Asgard?”

greensilvr:

iamthefirechild:

greensilvr:

Feeling for a moment like he was hovering outside of the scene, like the closeness was constricting him, he pulled back.  ”I only mean that, it would be easier with your permission, of course.  But either way…” he gave her a sideways smile.  By the nine, how was he going to dig himself out of this one?

This time Summer couldn’t hold back her laugh. “Oh, of course. Darling madman.” She turned him loose, smiling still. “I’m tired, okay? I’m a lightweight, and I want to lie down and sleep. So come on if you’re coming.”

“Yes,” he replied simply, and trailed after her, enjoying her silhouette as she walked.  There would be time for plans and escapes and mischief of all kinds, but for now, he was also growing tired, his head heavy and full of nameless thoughts. 

Her gear wasn’t complicated; a few blankets, some nonperishable snack foods, an electric lantern. Summer shook out several of the thicker blankets and spread them on the ground, then offered Loki one. When he took it, she settled down on the padding herself, leaving half of it to him.

greensilvr:

iamthefirechild:

greensilvr:

iamthefirechild:

There was no thought in the way she turned, arms reaching out to clasp at him, pull the height of him into her embrace, only instinct. The ache in his heart, that laced his voice, tore at her. She tugged him down til his head rested on her shoulder and her hands linked behind his back. “Oh, darling,” she murmured, low and sympathetic, “still so very much pain. No, I can’t tell you with my gifts what you want, only that you do want.” One hand stroked, gently, over the soft shirt and hard muscles of his back. “If I were to guess, I would say you want what you have always wanted. To be seen, and wanted, as you truly are. To be believed in, and desired for yourself. Oh, darling.”

“Summer,” he breathed, like a sigh, or a word of praise, or one of relief.  He allowed his eyes to close as he inhaled that familiar scent, brought back to a time when he felt like something tethered him to the realm of the living.  Things could be like that again—no, not the same.  Different, new, but still her.

“Allow me to go where you go.”

Any other time, she might have laughed, might have teased him — “What could stop you?” — but the moment was too fragile, the thing trembling between them too tenuous.

So she simply said, “Yes,” into his hair, voice a little choked.

Feeling for a moment like he was hovering outside of the scene, like the closeness was constricting him, he pulled back.  ”I only mean that, it would be easier with your permission, of course.  But either way…” he gave her a sideways smile.  By the nine, how was he going to dig himself out of this one?

This time Summer couldn’t hold back her laugh. “Oh, of course. Darling madman.” She turned him loose, smiling still. “I’m tired, okay? I’m a lightweight, and I want to lie down and sleep. So come on if you’re coming.”

greensilvr:

iamthefirechild:

There was no thought in the way she turned, arms reaching out to clasp at him, pull the height of him into her embrace, only instinct. The ache in his heart, that laced his voice, tore at her. She tugged him down til his head rested on her shoulder and her hands linked behind his back. “Oh, darling,” she murmured, low and sympathetic, “still so very much pain. No, I can’t tell you with my gifts what you want, only that you do want.” One hand stroked, gently, over the soft shirt and hard muscles of his back. “If I were to guess, I would say you want what you have always wanted. To be seen, and wanted, as you truly are. To be believed in, and desired for yourself. Oh, darling.”

“Summer,” he breathed, like a sigh, or a word of praise, or one of relief.  He allowed his eyes to close as he inhaled that familiar scent, brought back to a time when he felt like something tethered him to the realm of the living.  Things could be like that again—no, not the same.  Different, new, but still her.

“Allow me to go where you go.”

Any other time, she might have laughed, might have teased him — “What could stop you?” — but the moment was too fragile, the thing trembling between them too tenuous.

So she simply said, “Yes,” into his hair, voice a little choked.