Loki twitched around the corner, watching. He felt his hands clench and unclench, legs drift forward a few hesitant steps. It is not my concern. I don’t care. I shouldn’t care…
Then he found himself sitting beside her, taking each of her hands in his and gently wrapping his fingers around hers. ”Summer. Summer, wake up. You are dreaming,” he spoke quickly. He was entirely unsure how to comfort someone.
Hands grasping her hands startled Summer out of the dream with a little shriek. “Oh god, oh god,” she panted, eyes wide and blurred with panic. She clutched at Loki’s hands, staring around, breathing slowing down gradually. “I hate that dream … “
“One you have often?” he asked softly, letting go of her hands and moving back slightly, nervously.
Pushing herself out of the pillows, she pressed a hand to her heart. “More often than I care to think about, honestly.” She smeared a hand over her eyes, wiping away tears. “It’s been a while, though.” Giving a small sigh, Summer sat up entirely, folding her legs under the covers, and regarded Loki. “Well, I’m all better now.”
“Are you?” he asked seriously. He felt it would be prying to ask what the dream was about, as much as his curiosity was piqued. Another time, perhaps.
“Last night was…straining on us both, no doubt.” He blinked and toyed with his fingers thoughtfully. ”Still…Thanos is dead. And you fought brilliantly.”
“Eh.” She shrugged. “Fire is easy to fight with, you just throw it around. I just … wanted you to … I don’t know. I know he hurt you, but you were so glad to hurt him back. And I was in his mind. So you were … kind of hurting me too.” Summer reached out and put her hand on Loki’s, stilling his restless fingers. “But I’m glad I could help.”
He made a face. ”A bit self destructive? You should not keep my company, Summer. You should be on your way. Is there something I can do for you, to even my debt?”
She had to close her eyes against the pain of his words briefly. Sent away. Unwanted.
She should have listened to the dream.
Summoning up a smile, she squeezed his hand. “I know I said that, but truly, you don’t owe me anything. I was glad to help, even a little bit.”
Loki twitched around the corner, watching. He felt his hands clench and unclench, legs drift forward a few hesitant steps. It is not my concern. I don’t care. I shouldn’t care…
Then he found himself sitting beside her, taking each of her hands in his and gently wrapping his fingers around hers. ”Summer. Summer, wake up. You are dreaming,” he spoke quickly. He was entirely unsure how to comfort someone.
Hands grasping her hands startled Summer out of the dream with a little shriek. “Oh god, oh god,” she panted, eyes wide and blurred with panic. She clutched at Loki’s hands, staring around, breathing slowing down gradually. “I hate that dream … “
“One you have often?” he asked softly, letting go of her hands and moving back slightly, nervously.
Pushing herself out of the pillows, she pressed a hand to her heart. “More often than I care to think about, honestly.” She smeared a hand over her eyes, wiping away tears. “It’s been a while, though.” Giving a small sigh, Summer sat up entirely, folding her legs under the covers, and regarded Loki. “Well, I’m all better now.”
“Are you?” he asked seriously. He felt it would be prying to ask what the dream was about, as much as his curiosity was piqued. Another time, perhaps.
“Last night was…straining on us both, no doubt.” He blinked and toyed with his fingers thoughtfully. ”Still…Thanos is dead. And you fought brilliantly.”
“Eh.” She shrugged. “Fire is easy to fight with, you just throw it around. I just … wanted you to … I don’t know. I know he hurt you, but you were so glad to hurt him back. And I was in his mind. So you were … kind of hurting me too.” Summer reached out and put her hand on Loki’s, stilling his restless fingers. “But I’m glad I could help.”
Loki could not help a slight pang of disappointment when he woke up alone in his bed. Then again, when he was honest with himself, it had never been any other way. He had used and been used, but when the light of day exposed him, he only had himself.
Rising to look out the window, he stole a glance around the dividing wall to where Summer lay, sunk in among the pillows, mostly covered by her hair. He leaned his head gently against the wall and listened to her breathing in and out, very quietly, gently. That eased his conscience a bit, after what he had put her through, and he was selfish enough to want to ease it.
A strangled wail emerged from the heap of pillows, and Summer flung one hand out across the width of the bed. “Don’t … ” she cried, muffled, then squirmed deeper under the covers, breathing turned harsh.
Loki twitched around the corner, watching. He felt his hands clench and unclench, legs drift forward a few hesitant steps. It is not my concern. I don’t care. I shouldn’t care…
Then he found himself sitting beside her, taking each of her hands in his and gently wrapping his fingers around hers. ”Summer. Summer, wake up. You are dreaming,” he spoke quickly. He was entirely unsure how to comfort someone.
Hands grasping her hands startled Summer out of the dream with a little shriek. “Oh god, oh god,” she panted, eyes wide and blurred with panic. She clutched at Loki’s hands, staring around, breathing slowing down gradually. “I hate that dream … “
“One you have often?” he asked softly, letting go of her hands and moving back slightly, nervously.
Pushing herself out of the pillows, she pressed a hand to her heart. “More often than I care to think about, honestly.” She smeared a hand over her eyes, wiping away tears. “It’s been a while, though.” Giving a small sigh, Summer sat up entirely, folding her legs under the covers, and regarded Loki. “Well, I’m all better now.”
Loki could not help a slight pang of disappointment when he woke up alone in his bed. Then again, when he was honest with himself, it had never been any other way. He had used and been used, but when the light of day exposed him, he only had himself.
Rising to look out the window, he stole a glance around the dividing wall to where Summer lay, sunk in among the pillows, mostly covered by her hair. He leaned his head gently against the wall and listened to her breathing in and out, very quietly, gently. That eased his conscience a bit, after what he had put her through, and he was selfish enough to want to ease it.
A strangled wail emerged from the heap of pillows, and Summer flung one hand out across the width of the bed. “Don’t … ” she cried, muffled, then squirmed deeper under the covers, breathing turned harsh.
Loki twitched around the corner, watching. He felt his hands clench and unclench, legs drift forward a few hesitant steps. It is not my concern. I don’t care. I shouldn’t care…
Then he found himself sitting beside her, taking each of her hands in his and gently wrapping his fingers around hers. ”Summer. Summer, wake up. You are dreaming,” he spoke quickly. He was entirely unsure how to comfort someone.
Hands grasping her hands startled Summer out of the dream with a little shriek. “Oh god, oh god,” she panted, eyes wide and blurred with panic. She clutched at Loki’s hands, staring around, breathing slowing down gradually. “I hate that dream … “
Loki could not help a slight pang of disappointment when he woke up alone in his bed. Then again, when he was honest with himself, it had never been any other way. He had used and been used, but when the light of day exposed him, he only had himself.
Rising to look out the window, he stole a glance around the dividing wall to where Summer lay, sunk in among the pillows, mostly covered by her hair. He leaned his head gently against the wall and listened to her breathing in and out, very quietly, gently. That eased his conscience a bit, after what he had put her through, and he was selfish enough to want to ease it.
A strangled wail emerged from the heap of pillows, and Summer flung one hand out across the width of the bed. “Don’t … ” she cried, muffled, then squirmed deeper under the covers, breathing turned harsh.