Her doppelgänger is standing in the corner of the room, a dark red bloodstain spreading where a knife is protuding from her chest.
Shit.
Shit!
'Sorry,' Loki says, and she tries not to flinch, 'Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.'
She gulps. He's worrying her.
'Loki, what happened?'
His head snaps to look at her, and he screams. And screams. Until he has no breath left, the horrible piercing sound scatters all thought. And when he stops screaming, he attempts to push himself up.
'Don't you dare,' she warns, 'You're injured enough as it is.'
'I'm sorry,' he whispers, 'I didn't know it was you.'
And now Loki is confusing her.
'What do you mean?'
'Is it you?' he asks, 'Is it really you? Savannah?'
'It's me, Loki. Just breathe.'
'I- I thought that it was another of the Allfather's tricks,' he says, words rushing out so quickly she can scarcely understand, 'But it's you, isn't it? Please, tell me, it's you.'
The undercurrent of sheer desperation makes her heart ache.
'Of course it's me, Loki. It's me, Savannah.'
'Why are you still blue?'
Ravennha closes her eyes, and the blue-ish tinge is chased away. Savannah opens her eyes, and gives Loki the most reassuring smile she can muster.
'Can I sit up now?'
'Sure,' she says, and pulls him up.
He rests his head on her shoulder, and his eyes briefly flicker around the room, before settling on the figure still standing, lifeless, in the centre of the room. He lets out a choked scream of horror, and with an inhuman yell, tumbles off of the bed.
Shit.
In situations like this, Savannah isn't sure shit is potent enough.
Fuck, then.
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Summer Clouds
FanfictionSequel to Autumn Leaves. Loki's in Asgard, awaiting his punishment. He thinks about Savannah all the time, and it's the moments that they've shared together that make his existence worth fighting for. Savannah's on Midgard, alone, and suffering, hau...
