Ineffable- A Loki Fanfic

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 Loki watched in slow motion as the tree threatened to swallow Clara where she stood and it hit him how truly devastated he would be. Alone again, but more importantly, without her.

If someone had been watching this scene from the outside, they might have noticed a ripple erupt in the air around Loki, the tiniest traces of his magic again. Luckily it was enough.

Reaching her just in time, Loki wrapped his arms tightly around Clara's waist, pushing her into the cave just before the tree came crashing down, devastating the ground where she had just been standing.

Unable to slow his momentum, he slammed her back against the cold stone wall but he was at least able to cushion the back of her head with his hand so she wasn't smacked unconscious. Her breath was forced out of her lungs and she took in a painful gulp of air.

Loki slowly lifted his face, buried in her shoulder, until his eyes met hers, both of their hearts hammering in unison. Darkness held them close but in a dash of lightning Loki's eyes flickered to her lips for the briefest of moments. That was all it took. He looked almost frightened to her. Like he was suddenly young again and facing a very real test.

His eyes held her in reverence and she hoped her gaze matched, to let him know that they were here in this together. The storm, their storm, created just enough light as if Thor himself blessed the lightning, guiding their way.

Together. Like a sea of terrifying, obsidian waves, they crashed into one another. Unpredictable, ravenous and relying completely on chaotic instinct. They hungrily tore after each other, letting wave after wave take them under. Clara bit down on his lip pulling him in as an attempt to get him as close to her as she could. He pulled back ever so slightly, trying to ensure it wasn't another dream, his emerald eyes swirled with glitter and smoke. With teeth and tongue working harmoniously, he traced across her jawline and down until he found the nape of her neck. The vibrations of her vocal chords as she let out an eager moan chilled him, blanketing him in gooseflesh. Loki was completely devoted to this moment.

Clara's fingers danced from the abyss of his inked hair down to tease the top of his waistband and worked her way back up again. His skin felt unnaturally clammy but there wasn't time to analyze that. Clara was too intoxicated by his scent to pay too close attention. A decadent amber mixed with earth and pine, and blood. 'Wait... blood?'

Clara took her hand out of his hair and saw that it was painted thick with blood. She pulled away from him and looked down at his side, where she had just been moments before.

"Loki!"

"Hmm.." He breathed into her neck

"No, Loki, you're bleeding! Stop!" Clara pushed him off of her and gently pulled up his shirt. "Oh fuck.... Loki." It came out as an unintended whisper but the sight of the deep gash in his side left her feeling breathless again.

That's all it took and his adrenaline was wiped clean. With one hand delicately covering his wound, Loki turned ghastly white and staggered backwards.

He let out a labord laugh as Clara caught him and helped him down on the ground. " I believe," He started, in between choking breaths, "I have finally given that mortal theory of mine, a true test."

"Don't be dramatic. I'll have you fixed up soon enough." Her smile was cracked and her eyes lined with worry but he was too faint to notice much, or to care anyway. "I'll be right back." She swallowed the nausea rising in her and ran to try and find a way to light a fire. Luckily, in her pack she carried two rocks, similar to flint, that could create enough spark to light one. There seemed to be enough kindling on the floor of the cave, swept in from the wind no doubt but she felt completely out of control trying to pull herself together enough to get this done quickly and efficiently.