Winter Sunshine

Don't let go

A/N: I own Yo Mama. This is a lie. I own just about nothing. Nothing, I tell you, nothing. I have kissed a dog before. No unicorns:( OK, I own this, but nought else. And I can fly, and I have an attention span equivalent to that of a three year old with ADHD. One of these is true, one of them I wish is true.

Of all the days. Of all the days for Doom to attack, and the damn aliens chose one when everyone had a hangover. Almost everyone. Bruce was in India, again, and Steve couldn't get drunk. Loki chose not to, and Savannah didn't drink for fear of changing. 

So, with two Avengers fit for fighting, (and Loki -he still didn't count), and three Avengers hungover, and one Avenger hungover and drunk (Tony), the fucking Doombots had launched another attack. Flipping Latverians. At least they didn't have to clean up Stark Tower, as the party had been Justin Hammer's. Hammer was a fool. It turned out that he was the one who had accosted Savannah so long ago, and it was all she could do to stop Loki ripping off the man's testicles. She would've let him, as well, if not for the fact that it would have made for a rather awkward party.

Strangely enough, the Doombots were being very ... well ... strange. They would disappear in a puff of smoke/glitter after firing, and they kept flashing. One even went pink. It turned out that this was Loki's doing, as he was pissed with Doom for calling him unimaginative. This was eight months ago. The other Avengers backed away, and made a mental note that Loki bears grudges for a long, long time.

The battle was nearing an end, when Savannah caught sight of her reflection in an over-turned car's wing mirror. She stopped short in mid-air, and crumpled in on herself.

Falling. Was the ground so close a few seconds ago? This is gonna hurt. So close, almost there. Impact in 5...4...3...2...

Loki caught her while she was an inch away from the ground. She was burning him, again, and she was scratching at him, her nails extending to claws, and shredding his armour. His armour of Asgardian steel and leather. Her wing impressions had grown, and he could feel the air beating at him. The atmospheric pressure around him grew, and he could not breathe. His ears popped, and he could taste blood in his mouth. She had ruptured one of his lungs. His spine cracked, and he could not feel his legs. She was killing him, a god, but he would not let go. Could not let go. He was choking on his own blood, and bile, but he could not let go. He teleported them to his room, back in the tower, and collapsed, still holding her tight.

Loki knew that the other Avengers could not win without his help, so he sent a copy of himself to the battle, and eradicated the Doombots all at once, in a specialized blast. The clone disappeared almost immediately afterwards, hastily sending a message to the Avengers, telling them of Savannah's plight, and urging them to hurry back. The god had little magic left, she was draining him, but he knew that he had to enter her mind to calm her. He had to do it soon, for he was losing consciousness, fast, and he knew exactly what would happen if he was unconscious while in another's mind. It would not be pleasant. The rest of the team arrived at the Tower, and rushed up to Loki's room. To their utmost horror, they found Loki and Savannah entwined on the bed, unconscious and covered in blood. Shit.

'I told you we shouldn't trust that lying bastard.'

A/N: Still short, but I shall update within three hours, promise.