Loki stood in the middle of the forest. His hand was outstretched, reaching for the pile of wood in the center of camp.
"Come on. Come on," he murmured. His fingertips trembled, and seemed to be glowing. From my spot behind the tree, I saw his determined expression, his eyes full of fear- was it fear?- and his tensed limbs.
I took a shaky breath. I didn't want to disturb him, but... I had to.
"Loki," I said suddenly, maybe a bit too loudly.
I can't really say what happened next. He was so shocked, so frightened, that something burst from his palms. It was... fire?
