Frost Bite

Fighting Back

"So you're telling me that Tony's being manipulated? They have Pepper and Morgan?" Loki turned to the group from his vantage point at the window.
"That explains a great deal."he nodded slowly.

Thor and Sif nodded. The last they had seen of them was when the Hydra vehicle headed back towards the city.

"Well, in that case, we had better try and save all of them, hadn't we?" He shrugged "its the least we can do for one of Earth's Mightiest Heroes!"

Even in the midst of all the angst, he could still find a little humour.

"So, what's the plan?" Thor asked, sitting on the sofa, his hammer, mjolnir, placed carefully on the table.

"Weeeellll," Loki came and sat beside him as Sif,Volstagg, and Fandral took up seats around the room. Hogun was still too afraid to face Loki again. Despite assurances, he was still feeling guilty about Amy's capture. He would take part in the mission though, of that they had no doubt. He may be down, but he wasn't out.

For the next couple of hours, they sat and devised a plan. Thor would lead Volstagg and Hogun in a separate team to try and locate Tony's family.
Loki, Sif, and Fandral would look for Amy.

They surmised that Amy was still at the club, hidden somewhere. Loki had a network of street informants who had confirmed that Fisk and Stark had now been back to it several times throughout the last forty-eight hours. The last time, Tony had left through the roof.

Pepper and Morgan were another story entirely. Thor would just have to do what he did best. Hunt.

Having thrashed out the details, arranged the timings, and generally run through things more times than any of them would have believed, they decided to get some rest. It was late, and a few hours of sleep would do no-one any harm.

Thor lay down on the sofa, head to toe with Fandral. Volstagg and Sif made use of the two easy chairs, resting their feet on the coffee table.

Loki retired to his - their - bedroom. He was tired beyond belief, but sleep just wouldn't come. His eyes burned, and his mind raced. Desperately, he tried to see if he could reach her with his thoughts, but nothing would form.

He lay draped in the silk sheets, running his fingers slowly over her side of the bed, feeling its cool, silky softness. Softness like her skin, it had his mind casting back to the first time they had shared the bed. The night she'd moved in. They had spent the time exploring each other slowly, carefully, savouring every touch, every moment. There was passion, oh so much passion, but there was also love. It was not just mindless sex. They had made love.

Yes, they'd had their moments, wild and animalistic. Raw and hungry, pushing each other to the limit before allowing themselves to fall into the abyss, but even that had been like with no one else. And never would be again.

He rolled over and buried his face in her pillow, her perfume still evident. He cried, great heaving sobs. Clutching it, he curled into a ball and fell into a fitful sleep. Images of Amy flitted through his dreams. Her sweet voice echoed in his head. Her screams waking him, sweating and shaking, sitting up in bed until he closed his eyes again and fell back exhausted.

"Wake up, Little Brother." Thor's voice broke into another fevered dream. "Time to move."

Loki opened his eyes then closed them with a growl, rubbing them as he yawned. Although in truth he had slept, more than he first expected, he was still tired.

Half an hour later, they were on their way. Comms sets in place, they would stay in radio communication at all times. Things with Hydra could go very wrong very quickly, so they needed not just a plan B but a C, D and even an E to be sure.