"Hope fades
Into the world of night
Through shadows falling
Out of memory and time
Don't say
We have come now to the end
White shores are calling
You and I will meet again
And you'll be here in my arms
Just sleeping...
What can you see
On the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
A pale moon rises
The ships have come to carry you home...
And all will turn
To silver glass
A light on the water
Grey ships pass
Into the West..."
-Into the West, Return of the King
Tearing rushing whirled around and through them as they blasted through the narrow tunnel Loki forged as they flew. Crushing pressure threatened to crack his armor and his defenses—he tightened his grip on Jane and held his flapping cloak firmly around her, pressing his chin down on the top of her head. He pulled her slender body against his, both arms surrounding her, while white flames and wind raged all around them.
His bones shuddered and he screwed his eyes shut as his speed and force tried to tear him in half. But he clamped down on his course, refusing to waver as he carried her through a new tunnel in the universe—a secret passage outside the well-known gates—a tunnel whose fabric could shred them in an instant if he made a single misstep.
He could not breathe. He could not see. The damage that Doom had reopened in his side promised to break him, and heat and weight rattled all around him.
And then...
A light.
He raised his head and opened his eyes, staring straight upward.
There. The glimmer of a thousand colors. And the piercing rays of a rising sun.
With a clap of thunder, he broke loose of the binding passageway. He gasped, his control slipped, and he crashed to his knees—
On the jagged edge of the Asbru bridge.
He opened his eyes, his breath shuddering in his chest. He stared down at the ground.
Countless bright colors shimmered and winked at him, glittering in the bright morning. He slowly lifted his face.
Sunlight dazzled his eyes—and flashed off the helmets and armor of the giant guardian statues that flanked the endlessly-stretching bridge. Light glittered off the rippling water of the thousands of fountains that poured from the foundations of the realm and spilled down into the lush green forests below—he could hear the falls softly singing. Warm wind brushed his face. The scent of laurel and lilac and rain filled his lungs, as did the smell of the sea.
The plaintive cry of gulls hit his chest, and three white birds darted over his head and swooped down over the frothing, sapphire water to his left, then climbed through the sky, drawing Loki's gaze up, up, up...
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Fallen Star
ФанфикAll Loki wants is revenge-the Cube may be his key. But when he hides his identity to get info from Jane Foster, something inside him shifts. And when the Cube is stolen, Loki must choose between vengeance, and the woman he fears he can never have.
