Ineffable- A Loki Fanfic

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Loki and Clara spent the next couple of weeks barely tolerating one another. Well, Clara was barely tolerating him and Loki was relishing every moment of being around someone to annoy again. At times his thoughts glazed back to moments, good moments, where he was playing harmless, mostly, tricks on Thor as a child.

These moments, when he was far away, Clara almost felt sorry for him. Every instinct told her not to, that no matter what kinds of wonderful things the moon tried to say about him, whatever he did in her eyes had to be some elaborate trick or scheme. But ever since the moon started showing her bits and pieces of who she had forgotten she was, she found it harder and harder to ignore someone's trauma.

Still though, she wouldn't still be here on this planet if she had been able to stay a good little emotionless robot and do her job. She looked up into the canopy and the moon winked at her through the leaves. She remembered how quickly and easily she had succumbed to the images the moon had shown her as soon as she arrived. No evidence that any of it was real, but damn, she wanted it to be the truth so bad. She also wanted it to be a lie because the pain it caused was incredible.

Loki had been talking incessantly for the past 30 minutes about some silly story he remembered when Clara let out an exasperated sigh. "Ugh!" Clara hadn't really been listening to him but needed to get him to shut up anyway. "Why do you make so much noise all the time?"

"Why do you refuse to just.. .enjoy my company?"

"You know what I really want to know from you right now?"

"Ask and you shall receive my dear." Loki bowed low in jest.

"A. Good god what is wrong with you? And B. Tell me, honestly, what you think about the moon on this planet. I mean, it's weird right? Obviously not some elaborate hallucination if we are both talking to it. And don't.." Loki opened his mouth to speak and she pressed a finger to his lips. "And don't, try to tell me you aren't talking to it. It brought you to me, probably by force and seems to have some ulterior motive. I mean I don't necessarily think it's like, I don't know, out to get us or anything. But It's making us travel together for a reason and honestly, it scares me."

Clara belted out sentence after sentence so fast that Loki wasn't even taking it all in, just marvelling at the fact that she was finally talking to him.

"Wait what did you say?" Loki's eyes narrowed, remembering something.

"You're fucking kidding me right? You weren't even listening to me? You know! You are the first person, being... ugh.. Whatever, that I have had a serious conversation with...ever and you're not even listening?!? Typical!"

"No, shhhh shut up." He put a finger to her lips now. "Just the last bit."

"About the moon having some weird purpose for us?"

'Save us all.' reverberated in his head but he couldn't place it. He shook it off.

"Perhaps, but at this point, I do not have much to lose. Do you?"

"No I suppose not." Clara replied, fully regretting vomiting all of this on him.

They both stared into the fire, watching the flames ebb and flow for quite some time.

"It may be wise that only one of us disassociates at a time. I mean, if there is the danger in these woods that you claim." Loki spoke with a quiet reverence as if he had been watching her for a change. She looked up at him across the fire, seeing just how alive his eyes were for the first time. He was obnoxious, bratty, and talked entirely too much, but at least he was someone to talk to.