by dual suns. » Mon Jun 25, 2018 5:05 am
xxxxxxloki followed, one hand still splayed against his stomach. the flow of blood seemed to have lessened a bit, a result of his healing that’s already begun, as he’d already told ellis—but, mortals being stubborn as they usually were, he’d insistsd on helping him. he couldn’t quite understand why—there had been a flash of recognition in the boy’s eyes as jane spoke his name like it was a curse, so surely, he must know he was—allowing the chitauri he had just killed to flood into new york on some ridiculous plan to rule over midgard, attempting again and again to murder thor to get him out of his way, on top of everything else he’d done. so if he knew who he was—an asgardian prince, yes, but also a jotun and a frost giant, nevertheless laufey’s son—then why help him? why offer assistance, even if loki has indeed stepped in between him and death to protect him—which, he usually wouldn’t do in normal circumstances. to loki, it didn’t made any sense. then again, neither did his attachment to said boy. and the circumstances weren’t exactly normal.
xxxxxx”trust me.” loki sighs, his free and unbloodied hand reaching to rake through the locks of his long thick, ink black hair. ”i know how that feels, having thor for a brother—even an adoptive one, though we didn’t know that at the time.” he catches the wistful tone of his voice, but decides against dwelling on the fact—thinking of asgard always brought on so much pain and longing for the prince. ”he’d go on these crazy adventures. somehow, i always found myself a part of them.” he huffed a laugh at the memories. ”and he always got himself into trouble, in more ways than one. he never learns, like jane. that’s why they always got along so well. at least, that’s what i like to think.” he hums inaudibly, watching as ellis re-adjusts his grip on his arms, and smiles a little back at him. he shifts inconspicuously closer to jane’s fellow reporter, and after a moment of hesitation shifts to wrap his free arm around the boy’s waist, to comfort him. ”there’s no need to thank me, either. it wasn’t that hard to do.”
xxxxxxthey reach jane’s van, looking a little worse for wear, but thankfully not flattened into a pancake like loki had expected, and said woman whirls to face them, lips parting to speak—and then her eyes catch on the pair, her eyes flicking from the arm wound around ellis’ waist, to loki, and then to ellis and back to loki again. she splutters for a moment, before she visibly collects herself, and speaks, trying to act as nothing had happened, and like she hadn’t really seen what she thought she had. loki feels a rush of triumph—from what, he couldn’t quite figure out, but doesn’t quite dwell on the thought as jane speaks. ”please, loki, try not to get blood on the seats like you did last time.” is what she says, instead of something else, and she guestures for ellis to get in the passenger’s seat, and loki in the back, before she climbs into the driver’s seat. after a moment, loki draws his arm back, though reluctantly, and glances at the boy before doing as jane instructed, opening the door to the back seat and sliding inside with a wince as his wound pulls as he moves, and the door slides closed behind him.
xxxxxx”alright, where to?” jane questions, after ellis had taken his place in the passenger’s seat.