Loki is shining and statuesque in every possible way as whirling darkness whips past them. It is like Loki's torn an eye in the middle of the blackest and most violent of storms and they are tearing through it in some direction or another.
Tony burrows closer to Loki, but he does not close his eyes.
He watches as the bare lines of a room form against the weight of the blackness, bursting through and swallowing it as a another of many hotel rooms forms beneath Loki's feet.
Even once it is indisputably there and corporeal Tony can't trust it, and when Loki tries to put him down he holds on even tighter.
"Welcome to Texas." Says Loki and when Tony tries to laugh he gasps and chokes and shakes instead. "It only bites a little."
Tony's heart is pounding and his eyes are open but he can't see.
"Sssshhh." Says Loki as he sits them down an an obnoxiously embossed gold divan. Tony burrows even closer.
"Someone didn't close their eyes." Chimes Loki softly and Tony only shivers. His head is pounding in time with his heart and his mouth is dry.
When Loki speaks a crisp wind insinuates itself between his lips and seems to slither through the very core of him to pool tingling and refreshing and soothing in his extremities.
"I wrote another song for you, Darling. It's not much without Wendy, but I think you should hear it now."
Tony's body is tingling and floating away and Loki's voice is sweeter than wine.
"My will is my word, without expensive twists and turns
Your heart is my gaol, the kind of worldly cup you'd find on a tarot card
And I don't know, what can turn a death merchant's soup to stone but I
fell from star to star to catch my breath in the lungs of a pageboy ghost
My lips are red, darling
My lips are red
Not yet overcome
Not yet overcome
My lips are red, darling
My lips are red
A seed of yours in me
Ekphrasis for three
My word is my will, a labyrinth wrapped around your finger
and making my own pieces takes sacred war from refugee to lord
And though I don't know why the winter wind marks your skin
In stone love orchard I'll kiss your lips red and gold my thread
My lips are red, darling
My teeth are red
And when I'm overcome
Will you know me for one
My teeth are red, darling
My teeth are red
And when I'm over come...
The song is not done, but Tony's asleep and his smile is soft and childlike.
And Loki is content to hold him.
Nev: While I can't happy, I also don't like to write things which are entirely predictable. SO I AIN'T TELLIN CHOO NOTTIN.
Fan: If this was a movie you should narrate the trailer. Glad you enjoy man!
Stormy: YES. AS A PRACTICING WITCH COULD I NOT? Then follow the blog and wait for the next collaborative edit mon frere. I want all of tumblr in on it.
FGS: Shady's back...tell a friend... And I'm sorry you weren't feeling well. Hopefully you're better by the time this moseys on over to you.
Loki: The shrieking of nothing is killing...
akuma: I kind of wrote this on the fly with no plans whatsoever, so it does get kind of weird sometimes, but it all happens organically, like one of those small town farmers that grows a giant ass tomato randomly and you are kind of impressed but also confused. At least, that's the reaction I seem to get from most people. Like they didn't want to eat this ass tomato I have grown and they were kind of suspicious of it at first but they've grown kind of attached to its strange deliciousness. And I think instead of a sequel to this, at least at first, I'm gonna write a Supernatural/Sherlock crossover that's been gestating in my brain. But if you like Johnlock and Destiel it will essentially be a parade of sexual frustration and agony for you. Writing it actually makes me horny and sad simultaneously. I don't really understand. Thanks for reading and reviewing!
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