He's curled up in a foetal ball, chanting softly under his breath. And, in a way, that disturbs her more than the sight of herself dead, with a knife sticking out of her own corpse. That, and the fact that it clearly hurts to be in such a position, and yet he still remains so.
'Loki, it's me, okay.'
'No it's not. It's not you. You don't exist. You can't hurt me. Not any more.'
'Ah, for fucks sake, Loki!' she snaps.
She immediately regrets it when Loki looks up at her with crimson eyes brimming with fear. She sighs, and sits crosslegged opposite him on the floor.
'This,' she says, 'This is me. That is a doppelgänger I made to look after you whilst I got food. This is real, Loki. I'm here, and you owe me big time.'
'Why?' he asks, coming out of his foetal position.
'Because I had to travel by fucking Bifrost to get here, didn't I?'
'Were you sick again?'
'All over Thor,' she states, proudly.
Loki chuckles, but the weak sound just serves to prove further how much he's been through.
'I'm sorry, Loki. This is all my fault.'
'How?'
'I could have prevented this. It's my fault Doom caught me in the first place.'
'Savannah, sweetheart, if I had the chance, I would do it again.'
And this was all so wrong. She should be comforting him, not the other way around. He had been tortured to within an inch of his life, not her.
'Really?' she asks, more than a little incredulous.
'Yes. And I'd make the bastard suffer, too,' he spat.
And somehow, the thought of Loki killing someone slowly and painfully gave her a warm fuzzy feeling inside.
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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...
