Warnings:War, blood, death, one-liners, and fluffy moment.
The pulse of war intertwined your mind and soul. Your sword collided with your enemy’s stomach, slashing skin and bone. They fell forward on your sword, limp like a doll. Shoving your heel against their shoulder, they toppled back, folded in two.
Smoke darkened the morning sky, swirling high before disappearing. Metal swept metal, an orchestra of grinding and screaming. A boom shattered your moment of admiration for the sight Fire ignited beside you, licking your arm as you stumbled. Catching bodies and discarded wooden weapons, the fire spread. The crackling grew with the flames while the crowds shrank.
“You’re supposed to run from the fire, not towards it,” Loki swaggered forward, catching his arm at your waist. Dragging you from the heat, he pushed you back into the conflict. “I respect the death-wish but we’ve got better things to do at the moment.”
“I like playing with -”
“Don’t say it,” Loki reached over your shoulder to slice a creature reaching for your neck. Black blood sprayed like a cracked pipe, burning the small areas of your skin not covered with armor. “It’s so overdone.”
“Fine,” You spun, kicking the fountaining alien to the ground. The metal on your heel sank into its chest as it flailed. It died with an indignant jolt of its tentacles. “I’ll come up with something better for next time, but not all of us spend our days thinking of witty one-liners for fantastical situations.”
“That’s exactly why I excel at it,” Loki lifted you bridal style, your sword curving through the air with your surprised yelps.
Sheathing your weapon, you ripped a dagger from Loki’s hip instead, heaving it at a bipedal monster. The creature boasted eight eyes, positioned in a perfect circle in the center of its head. With a whoosh, the dagger struck the center of his eyes, hilt wobbling away its remaining momentum.
“I think I have an eye for knife throwing,” You twisted to kiss the pleased grin from Loki’s bloodied lips. Hands dragging up his face, you tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging playfully at his roots.
Loki dropped his hold, letting you fall free a moment before catching your waist. Your legs waved like a pendulum in the air.
Toad's Cave 