greensilvr:

iamthefirechild:

The way his face changed at her answer hurt, dully. She turned, meaning to start back to where her gear was. “Did I say you should?” she flashed back, over her shoulder. He wanted … something. She wasn’t sure what it was, only that want rode him, and it ran higher when he looked at her. “Stay.”

“Then I ask nothing of you, except your company,” he admitted, stepping towards her once again.  Without his consent, his hand reached out and brushed her hair, the very slightest of touches.  He wondered if she was listening to his emotions, if she could feel how the sensation swelled through him like a familiar warmth, like a hearth after a winter storm.

Summer stilled, again, at the tickle of his hand on her hair. “There’s the silver tongue I remember.” She closed her eyes, thoughts whirling again, seesawing back and forth as though scales fallen out of balance. “Loki … I wish you would speak truth to me. I know you want something.” The moment shivered, a pure drop on the verge of falling. Her voice was low, almost pleading. “What is it?”

greensilvr:

iamthefirechild:

greensilvr:

iamthefirechild:

Summer looked at him for a long moment, turning thoughts in her head like flashes of lightning, or sparks from a fire. She didn’t know enough to help him with this. Would her more active skills work on Asgardians? She’d never tried — never had reason to. She didn’t know if she could turn the gaze of someone like Heimdall.

“They’ll expect you to flee the city, flee Asgard, right away,” she said at last. “Not to stay here, so close.”

“A double bluff.  Indeed,” he mused slowly,  “Perhaps my tricks should wait.  I am nothing if not patient,” his eyes rested on hers again.  A shaft of silver moonlight played against her soft features, and he wondered how late it must be.  He had never felt so awake.

“Will you be…going back to Midgard…any time soon?” he prompted.

“Not tonight, anyway. I left some gear a little ways back.” She flicked a hand behind her, but found it difficult to tear her eyes away from his. Almost a year … no, she’d never forgotten him, but believed he’d forgotten her. And now it seemed he hadn’t, but what did that mean? Other than he saw a use for her, once again.

His eyes narrowed as the smile fell from his face, slowly.  There was a guarded distance in the way she regarded him, and made him ache for the wildfires to return.  The only prominent thought in his head was getting her to stay, stay, stay…

“I won’t go back to that cell,” he said simply, choking back all the words he hadn’t the courage to say.

The way his face changed at her answer hurt, dully. She turned, meaning to start back to where her gear was. “Did I say you should?” she flashed back, over her shoulder. He wanted … something. She wasn’t sure what it was, only that want rode him, and it ran higher when he looked at her. “Stay.”

greensilvr:

iamthefirechild:

Summer looked at him for a long moment, turning thoughts in her head like flashes of lightning, or sparks from a fire. She didn’t know enough to help him with this. Would her more active skills work on Asgardians? She’d never tried — never had reason to. She didn’t know if she could turn the gaze of someone like Heimdall.

“They’ll expect you to flee the city, flee Asgard, right away,” she said at last. “Not to stay here, so close.”

“A double bluff.  Indeed,” he mused slowly,  “Perhaps my tricks should wait.  I am nothing if not patient,” his eyes rested on hers again.  A shaft of silver moonlight played against her soft features, and he wondered how late it must be.  He had never felt so awake.

“Will you be…going back to Midgard…any time soon?” he prompted.

“Not tonight, anyway. I left some gear a little ways back.” She flicked a hand behind her, but found it difficult to tear her eyes away from his. Almost a year … no, she’d never forgotten him, but believed he’d forgotten her. And now it seemed he hadn’t, but what did that mean? Other than he saw a use for her, once again.

greensilvr:

iamthefirechild:

greensilvr:

Loki flinched.  ”You say gotten out…it was more of an escape, if you recall.  An escape which may or may not still be in progress.”  He tangled his fingers together in thought.

“Asgard is an awful place.  You must want to leave.  Where do you want to go?  I shapeshift into your form, ask to use the bifrost, considering you are not a wanted criminal…and you follow.  No one will be the wiser.  Yes?”  He looked at her expectantly.

“I … haven’t been using the bifrost, Loki. Why don’t you just walk with me along the ways between.” Her mouth twisted a little, and she muttered, “Then you can explain to me just why I’m helping you escape. This is a bad idea.”

“Ah, but you will help me,” he held up a finger.  “They are watching for me everywhere.  I must be wary.  But you’re right, my presence would be detected even if I did take another form.”  His eyes searched hers then, reining in his desperate swing of excitement at an evolving plot.  It was always so refreshing to have another mind with which to spin his plans, to not be so completely and utterly alone…

“What do you suggest?”

Summer looked at him for a long moment, turning thoughts in her head like flashes of lightning, or sparks from a fire. She didn’t know enough to help him with this. Would her more active skills work on Asgardians? She’d never tried — never had reason to. She didn’t know if she could turn the gaze of someone like Heimdall.

“They’ll expect you to flee the city, flee Asgard, right away,” she said at last. “Not to stay here, so close.”

greensilvr:

iamthefirechild:

greensilvr:

“Plotting is such a harsh word,” he said.  ”I’d prefer to call it problem-solving.”  He offered a hand, and when she gingerly took it, they rose to their feet.  He looked down at the much smaller being, remembering what fierce power was concealed there.  Loki considered himself a scholar of people; fascinated by characters, the intricacies, motivations, secrets they thought no one could see.  But he could read them.

Most of the time.  ”Tell me, by what means did you come to Asgard?”

“The same way I always did,” she said, frowning up at him. “I walked between the realms.” Summer leaned back over and snagged her bottle, straightening up to blink at Loki. “You’ve just gotten out of prison and you want to cause trouble already? Because deliberately hitting all my turn-on zones just now wasn’t enough?”

Loki flinched.  ”You say gotten out…it was more of an escape, if you recall.  An escape which may or may not still be in progress.”  He tangled his fingers together in thought.

“Asgard is an awful place.  You must want to leave.  Where do you want to go?  I shapeshift into your form, ask to use the bifrost, considering you are not a wanted criminal…and you follow.  No one will be the wiser.  Yes?”  He looked at her expectantly.

“I … haven’t been using the bifrost, Loki. Why don’t you just walk with me along the ways between.” Her mouth twisted a little, and she muttered, “Then you can explain to me just why I’m helping you escape. This is a bad idea.”

greensilvr:

iamthefirechild:

greensilvr:

“You like a challenge?” she murmured, ducking her head into the curve of the shoulder, hands greeting every inch they had missed. Challenge was good. Challenge could be provided. Summer admitting to missing his tender sentiment would have been more problematic. He flickered back to true form, suddenly distracted.

A grin spread over his face; a plan was forming.

“Mmhm, which is why — can you just … ” The sentence ended on a moan, instead of the question Summer meant to ask. The wash of magic against her skin, and the change in the hands on her body, brought her to open her eyes again. A slight frown creased her forehead.

“Loki, that smile coupled with the endearments you’ve been using … what are you plotting?”

“Plotting is such a harsh word,” he said.  ”I’d prefer to call it problem-solving.”  He offered a hand, and when she gingerly took it, they rose to their feet.  He looked down at the much smaller being, remembering what fierce power was concealed there.  Loki considered himself a scholar of people; fascinated by characters, the intricacies, motivations, secrets they thought no one could see.  But he could read them.

Most of the time.  ”Tell me, by what means did you come to Asgard?”

“The same way I always did,” she said, frowning up at him. “I walked between the realms.” Summer leaned back over and snagged her bottle, straightening up to blink at Loki. “You’ve just gotten out of prison and you want to cause trouble already? Because deliberately hitting all my turn-on zones just now wasn’t enough?”

greensilvr:

“You like a challenge?” she murmured, ducking her head into the curve of the shoulder, hands greeting every inch they had missed. Challenge was good. Challenge could be provided. Summer admitting to missing his tender sentiment would have been more problematic. He flickered back to true form, suddenly distracted.

A grin spread over his face; a plan was forming.

“Mmhm, which is why — can you just … ” The sentence ended on a moan, instead of the question Summer meant to ask. The wash of magic against her skin, and the change in the hands on her body, brought her to open her eyes again. A slight frown creased her forehead.

“Loki, that smile coupled with the endearments you’ve been using … what are you plotting?”

greensilvr:

i am the firechild: greensilvr: iamthefirechild: *makes a wry face at the double, and then…

greensilvr:

iamthefirechild:

*makes a wry face at the double, and then him* Show off. Ridiculous man.

Would you have me change? :waves away the double and leans over her: Perhaps you prefer me /this/ way? :flickers into female form:

*eyes go huge* That’s … beautiful.

He…

Elegant fingers brushed Summer’s hair over her shoulder—slowly—and then lips pressed to the spot. “Tell me you’ve missed me. Tell me you haven’t forgotten.”

“I missed you every day.” It was the truth, too. No one else had seemed enough after him. Even Tony Stark, for all his vaunted prowess, hadn’t been able to hold her interest. “The challenge of you, I thought about it all the time.” She arched her neck, eyes sliding shut.

greensilvr:

iamthefirechild:

*makes a wry face at the double, and then him* Show off. Ridiculous man.

Would you have me change?  :waves away the double and leans over her: Perhaps you prefer me /this/ way? :flickers into female form:

*eyes go huge* That’s … beautiful.

He tilts back his head and laughs lightly, a low purr of femininity.

“Am I learning new things about you, Summer?”

Her voice is husky as she answers. “Yes. Yes you are.” Summer reaches up to brush her fingers over those cheekbones, still elegant in the feminine shape. “All you had to do was ask.”

“I use this form now and again.  I’ve found it helps me to get what I want.”  Hands slide up Summer’s thighs.  “After all, it’s so difficult to say no to a beautiful woman.”

“I’m sorry, you ever have trouble getting what you want?” She took refuge in smart remarks against the way his — her — hands felt. “Loki, are you … what are you … ?”