A/N: Sorry, sorry, sorry. I couldn't update because SOMEONE DESTROYED MY INTERNET, and then I had to go cycling for HOURS, and my arse hurts, and my back hurts, and my legs hurt, and my wrists hurt, and my elbows hurt, and my knees hurt, and my ARMPITS hurt. HOW DO MY ARMPITS HURT? I don't even USE them for cycling. And my hayfever attacked my face, because I fell down a hill. It was a massive hill, and I just kept rolling down. IT WAS AWFUL. Still, I'm back now, and I have another idea for a different Loki fanfic. Should I do it after finishing this one?
Quote: When you're drunk, everything's funny. Everything.
Savannah's POV:
But, she's not insane. She won't tell him that she likes the idea of him murdering Doom again, especially when she knows that he can ask Hela to bring the Latverian back to life. Which brings her nicely onto her next point.
'The Allfather wasn't going to let you die, was he?'
Loki looks straight at her, green eyes brimming with sadness.
'No,' he whispers, 'He wasn't.'
'That bastard,' she hisses, 'I'll kill him, I will.'
'I don't think Mother would appreciate that.'
'You'd be surprised.'
Loki chuckles again, but then winces as his ribs press further into his lungs.
'Loki, I'm going to leave you to get a healer, okay? When I come back, I expect you to have eaten something. You don't have to eat it all, and I'd be surprised if you did, but you need some food in your system. Understand?'
'Yes, dear.'
'Good. And when the healer is finished, we're going to sleep.'
'Fine.'
'Good,' she repeats, and strides out of the room, still fuming at the Allfather.
Instead of going directly to a healer, however, she walks back into the feasting hall, bows to Frigga, (no-one curtsies any more) glares at Odin, and stops dead.
There, stuffing their faces with Thor and the Warriors Three are the Avengers.
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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...
