[ Maybe there is something wrong in her. Something broken, that she is not afraid.
When she had first seen Loki, it had been watching him kill with the elegance of a predator, and she had shuddered that night under his hands that carried death in them, waiting to be called. But even at the height of his rage, she had never been afraid he would call it for her. He belonged to her, the same way she belonged to him, their dark parts as much entwined as their bright.
But this doesn't belong here. The dark parts, they don't belong here. These are not things Byerly should know; Byerly who thinks she is something brighter, who makes her want to be something brighter. It's wrong, wrong, the way all this makes her want to do is make whatever madness lives in his blood submit because she is fiercer. Because, like the falcon towers over her tiercel, she is stronger.
But they should be laughter and stars and soft looks and held hands and sunshine mornings. It is not supposed to be like this between them. If it is, he will know, and he is supposed to believe she is better than she is so that she can believe it too. ]
And what of it. What will you do.
[ She is fierce now to match, her hand fisting tighter in his shirt. ]
You will push me away to save me? You will think wanting me like this will make you hurt me and think me foolish because I am not afraid of you? You will be wroth with me because I will not run from you?
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When she had first seen Loki, it had been watching him kill with the elegance of a predator, and she had shuddered that night under his hands that carried death in them, waiting to be called. But even at the height of his rage, she had never been afraid he would call it for her. He belonged to her, the same way she belonged to him, their dark parts as much entwined as their bright.
But this doesn't belong here. The dark parts, they don't belong here. These are not things Byerly should know; Byerly who thinks she is something brighter, who makes her want to be something brighter. It's wrong, wrong, the way all this makes her want to do is make whatever madness lives in his blood submit because she is fiercer. Because, like the falcon towers over her tiercel, she is stronger.
But they should be laughter and stars and soft looks and held hands and sunshine mornings. It is not supposed to be like this between them. If it is, he will know, and he is supposed to believe she is better than she is so that she can believe it too. ]
And what of it. What will you do.
[ She is fierce now to match, her hand fisting tighter in his shirt. ]
You will push me away to save me? You will think wanting me like this will make you hurt me and think me foolish because I am not afraid of you? You will be wroth with me because I will not run from you?