Astrild; Goddess of Love

Chapter 15 - Flight of Fancy

I was broken out of the trance of my own self-pity when Steve shouted my name,

"Liz?!"

"Yes?" I asked quietly wiping my tears.

"Thank the heavens, you'd zoned out then," he explained as he reached for my chin and shifting my gaze to meet his. This caused him pain I could tell, but looking into his swirling blue eyes all I could find was love and concern.

"I'm so sorry, Steve." I said again more sure of myself. "Let me." I froze my left hand allowing the Ice of Jotunheim to freeze up to my elbow. Slowing I held my arm above him the heat from his burn was enough to melt the ice a little and allow water to drip downwards easing the pain. "Any better?"

"Yes, much," he breathed deeply.

He shifted my weight so that I was straddling him and propped himself up on his elbows.

"Are you sure this is wise? Tony'll get the wrong idea." I asked.

"I think you broke the camera anyway," he nodded chuckling slightly towards a pile of ash fixed to the wall where the camera once was. I laughed with him feeling more like myself. "And that door is frozen shut. Besides I say so what to what Stark thinks, sweetheart."

With the last word he pulled a small portion of hair from behind my ear and placed it by my cheek. I blushed at the gesture and the memory from the lift flooded back, causing my breath to catch in my throat. Almost automatically my hand went to the base of my throat, but it collided with the necklace and I stroked it fondly.

"You know I won't mind if you take it off," he said getting the wrong idea.

"No." I replied to quickly, "sorry I meant that it's saved my life once already I think I'll hang onto it." I smiled. Besides you gave it to me that's reason enough to keep it, even if all of its electronics are probably as fried as the camera despite its outside being unscathed, I babbled internally before continuing. "Anyway, shall we get this over with because it's going to sting a little more than last time." He nodded lying down.

I placed my hands at the top and bottom of his torso and allowed the green swirls to meet and form their daffodil before giving an extra push to make sure nothing was damaged internally, this caused the swirls to flow from my wing tips too and Steve to gasp.

Once we were done, I formed my emerald dress again. I also used my telekinesis to put my hair into a pair of French plaits; two thirds in the one on my right and the rest on the left.

I then formed a fresh red shirt from flames for Steve. He was amazed at the process; I formed the shirt in the air out of fire and then placed my right hand in it and it became real material. The magic of Asgard.

I then cleared a path to the door using the Fire of Asgard; crude but effective. Once we got there I thawed out the door around the edges but when Steve attempted to open it all he got was the door handle coming off in his hand this force had caused him to slide on the tiled floor and land thankfully between the icicles on the cleared path of charred tile. A bubble of laughter escaped before I could call it back,

"Sorry, I shouldn't laugh." I said reaching to help him up but found myself being pulled on top of him instead and he chuckled,

"I would have." He smiled tucked hair behind my ear for once and I leaned forward to kiss him but when there was an inch between our lips there was a knock on the door.

"Are you alright in there?" Scott asked.

"We were," I muttered and Steve smiled coyly at the implication of my statement.

"Liz?" That was Rouge.

"Rogers?" And there was Tony.

"We're fine, just having trouble with the door." Steve replied.