{"id":35090,"date":"2012-08-09T06:30:04","date_gmt":"2012-08-09T06:30:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2012\/08\/09\/loki-and-the-firechild-7\/"},"modified":"2012-08-09T06:30:04","modified_gmt":"2012-08-09T06:30:04","slug":"loki-and-the-firechild-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2012\/08\/09\/loki-and-the-firechild-7\/","title":{"rendered":"Loki and the firechild"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Wincing as she put a hand on her own hair, Summer slapped a palm upward against the device. \u201cThen I\u2019m an idiot. You should\u2019ve trusted me.\u201d But her eyelids were flickering with exhaustion, and she could feel muscle tremors on the edges of her awareness.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

After a pull of light and pressure, they were back on the edge of the bridge in Asgard. \u00a0<\/p>\n

Loki stepped back from her and waved his hands to mask the device again, and it was gone. \u00a0The two of them stood safe and successful. \u00a0<\/p>\n

In a flurry of thought, Loki wasn\u2019t certain if he wanted to hug her or go drink mead and sing war songs with her. \u00a0Or perhaps he would just catch her as she fainted. \u00a0<\/p>\n

Summer\u2019s head lay back in his arms and he stroked her rebellious hair from her face as he looked down at her. \u00a0Even in sleep, he could see the pain behind her features. \u00a0He could feel the edged pulse and burn of the flames still within her delicate frame. \u00a0What a fair facade, he thought, to house something so powerful and great within such lovely vessel. \u00a0He pressed a fevered kiss to her forehead, thankful for a moment where such actions would not be noted. \u00a0He had a reputation, after all.<\/p>\n

Then he carried her the rest of the way to his chambers.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Half-aware of being carried, Summer roused enough to blink at Loki as they entered his rooms. \u201cWhere \u2026 ?\u201d she managed, trying to look around. \u201cThis \u2026 \u201d She flailed a hand loosely.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

\u201cAh, you\u2019re awake,\u201d he tried to sound nonchalant, laying her on the guest bed. \u00a0The room was luxuriously furnished and decorated with a sort of organized chaos; papers and books everywhere, a small pile of rune stones on a desk, a tall window with heavy drapes blocking out any view, some sort of tangle of device parts in one corner, as if Loki worked as an inventor in his spare time. \u00a0He paid no attention to the clutter as he shoved random objects aside as he lay her down.<\/p>\n

\u201cI did not know where you lived, so I brought you here. \u00a0And I insist you stay until you have recovered.\u201d \u00a0His voice was catching. \u00a0He wasn\u2019t sure what was the matter with him. \u00a0He suddenly wanted to be rid of her, to be alone with his guilt, drown in his own selfishness.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

The old lemonade taste of remorse washed through her mind. Summer managed a grimace, and raised a hand to Loki’s face. “Loki? I’m okay. Promise.” The hand trembled a little. “It’s a sugar crash, okay? What I do takes energy, that’s all. Shh, darlin’.” A little smile curled her lips. Here she was, shaking with lack of energy, and trying to comfort him. How funny.<\/p>\n

How familiar.<\/p>\n

A little stroke of his cheek, and she let her hand fall. “Can you … help me out a bit? Out of my armour, at least?”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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