A Night Sky


In the very early days, while love was sprouting and full of hope, before it grew strong and its roots sunk deep, Ava and Loki would watch the stars. It was the birth of a habit that would last a long time – and something they could never do alone without thinking of the other again.

They would lie, on a balcony high above Asgard, and just watch the way clouds disappeared behind the great towers of the palace, or make up stories to constellations that had not yet been discovered by anyone except them.

"There." Loki lifted his hand to point out a shape that he knew. One that was not his, but his mothers – a fragment of a story she had told him. "Can you see it?"

Ava squinted a little, the man smiling at how her nose wrinkled along the bridge as she did so. She could not see it; there was no great horse rising from the sea, no crashing of waves or hooves or any splendid equine form. There were just stars. Millions of them. An eternity of light.

Loki let his fingers run along her arm as he lifted it with his, his palm covering her hand as he guided her toward the shape. He let his head slide nearer to hers, their gazes lining up, and he whispered the lines she was to look for.

The woman smiled, a look of knowledge filling her features as she saw the story painted in the sky. She twisted her hand in his, taking it carefully and bringing it down against her sternum. "That is remarkable." Ava twisted onto her side and took Loki in. "It is remarkable that of all those stars you can see a story in a few. None of them are insignificant. Not even the smallest."

"They are all quite beautiful." He watched her and the way her features let him into her soul.

"It is not just beauty. It is the whole. The full spectrum. The knowledge that without one of those little lights the whole story would fall apart." Ava kissed him sweetly, pulling her body against his as the cold of the stones finally seeped into her skin.

Loki drew an arm around her and shifted her weight against him. He very much liked her kisses; the way they were soft and loving, eager and gentle. He very much liked that they were for him alone and he very much liked that he could kiss her back.

The man ran his touch over the curve of her neck, his fingers slipping up into her hair at the taste of her. He could love her, he knew that. He could love her very much – enough to last them all of eternity. He could love her that much. But his heart held him back a little, it said a very soft 'be careful'; a warning that was nor for him but for her. He knew he was full of mischief and not darkness, of jealousy but not deceit. With Ava, with his lips to hers and her hands on him he could see the difference and judge it fairly. Without her, without the strength of her gentle heart, he was afraid of falling into the abyss.

He was but one star that shone dully compared to Thor's. He could burn bright, just as bright as Ava thought he did.

Loki let the woman fit her head in the curve of his neck, let the scent of her hair drift up as her fingers laced with his and folded over his heart.

"Loki." She spoke gently, her eyes on the sky and her head happily swimming in him. "You are never a single star. You are all of them; the whole sky and every story."

Sometimes he wouldn't see that. Sometimes he would see nothing at all. But to her, from that moment on, he was the entire night. The dark that stretched on; never black but always seeming that way, never completely dark, and never as lonely as it thought it was. But most of all – always full of stories, and always creating more.


As far as I know only one person besides myself enjoys these. Haha.
I really do hope you like these little stories and I hope they are keeping you in touch with these characters - not just as the story progresses but as it has been as well.
Let me know if you want me to keep writing these. I think I shall, because I do enjoy writing them, but I really do want to know if you enjoy reading them.
As always, constructive criticism is welcome and I appreciate each and every ounce of support and input.

Blessings,
P.