apoxuponyou | Seeking Angels at the Summit. RP for raindownsulphur.

When she'd returned to her apartment, she'd been unable to keep still for a moment. Throwing off her sling and bandages - kissing angels was the cure for all ills, who knew - Pestilence walked into her state-of-the-art shower and turned the temperature to zero.

After shivering under the water for a good five minutes, she declared herself a rational being once more and emerged from her self-imposed discipline. What was wrong with her? Nothing got her this hot and bothered. True, a skilled lover could bring a few moments of pleasure, but there was never...attachment.

Pestilence dressed herself in jeans and a tunic, pulling on her woollen trench coat and approaching her beautiful horse. She really would have to name him soon. Throwing herself up into the saddle, she urged him into a gentle hack across three continents.

Staying to the coldest, most desolate parts of the world, she spent a few Earth days thinking, but never reaching any conclusions. What did it mean, this obsession with an angel? Was it a conflict of interest to her work? Would it find her once more at the business end of War's sword? Perhaps she should arm herself...assuming she was going to continue doing reckless things.

Suddenly, she felt an odd sensation pulling in her chest. It was almost as if something was calling to her. Frowning, she followed her instincts and cantered through the Himalayas until she reached the summit of Mount Everest.

Which is where she found Loki.

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Loki had done his best to shut himself off from all the extra senses he possessed as an angel. Foresight and the keepers of fate, they were, and he always had to work hard to not know when he was about to be stumbled upon.

It helped, though, being up in the mountains.

So when he realised he had company, it was slightly belated, and he looked half surprised to see another figure and a horse standing a way off in the snow.

It was her.

"Think you took a wrong turn." He finally spoke, blue eyes fixing on her form as he smiled slightly, the greeting one of the most pleasant he'd ever gifted her with. "Nobody up here to give VD to, Pes."

She approached him on horseback, before dismounting and hovering awkwardly.

"I was feeling...better, so I went for a ride. Took a while."

Shivering a little despite her coat, she sat down in the snow beside him, looking out.

"You come here often?" He teased with a corny pickup line, blue eyes lit up with the amount of snow around, and he glanced back out over the view.

It was magnificent. He'd always thought it was a shame that only those who could make it up to the top would ever be able to experience this.

She'd come here to get away from him, but that wasn't quite working out as planned.

"Oh yeah - great music, good wine, best dancing on the continent." She shot a sidelong glance at Loki. "Company could be worse."

Snorting in amusement, Loki's eyes remained fixed on a point way in the distance, not really sure why he felt alright with sharing his private place with her. He'd never had company up there before.

She was cold. And he was right there, all warm and angelic.

So, obviously, it seemed only natural to lean in a little and rest her head against his shoulder.

It didn't mean anything.

Eyebrows raising as he felt her head at his shoulder, Loki looked down upon her and then back out into the distance quickly. An arm came up around her shoulders, and then a wing, wrapping around her frame to try and shield her from the cold. Not that what he was doing meant anything either.

"What are you really doing up here, Pes?"

The arm and wing were a nice surprise, and allowed her to huddle a little closer. She idly stroked the tip of one feather, admiring its softness.

"I was out riding and..." She couldn't admit the truth. "I thought I heard something."

"Thought you heard something?" Loki was biting his lip now, trying not to laugh. It was one of the thinner excuses he'd heard in his time and he'd heard many.

"Have you found out what this sound was yet?" He asked, because he knew very well that he'd not been making a sound.

Pestilence felt the suppressed laughter through his breastplate and smiled. "Oh, bite me, feathers," she said lazily. "The horse was interested in your feathered arse and dragged me over here. Can't imagine why."

She may pinch his arse, or perhaps he imagined it?

Shifting slightly as he felt a pinch at his ass, Loki shook his head in amusement and looked over his shoulder at the horse.

"You're telling me your horse is attracted to me? I don't know how to break it to him, but hooves really don't do it for me."

Suddenly feeling brave, Pestilence used her full strength to knock Loki onto his back and casually lean over him. "Maybe it wasn't my horse after all."

And then she kissed him.

Finding himself on his back suddenly, Loki had no time to say anything as he found her lips against his, her body pinning his own into the snow. He shivered, though was unable to feel the cold.

Pestilence felt warm instantly, and that strange sensation of his Grace started to feel like...coming home to a log fire.

She kissed him slowly and deliberately, a change from her usual frantic pace.

Lifting a hand to cup her cheek, he used his thumb to brush back a lock of hair that had fallen infront of her face. The back of his hair was wet now with melted snow, though he really didn't seem all that bothered.

Just when it felt like they were pushing past the awkwardness to something else entirely, he frowned and grunted, a Calling coming from far away for his services.

Breaking the kiss with genuine disappointment he glanced up at her and frowned slightly. "I'm sorry..." He started, sitting up but bringing his arms around her waist to make sure she didn't fall backwards.

Pestilence let her legs slide off his, so that she was kneeling over him. Her hands rested on his shoulders and there was that smile, the quiet contented one that very few people had ever seen.

"I'm really beginning to hate your job."

Her smile slipped. "Unless," she said casually, "you're just trying to get rid of me."

Catching the smile, Loki found himself smiling back, getting to his feet and lifting her with him until he was upright. Placing her feet gently back on the snow he shook his head and looked, for the first time, as though he really didn't want to leave.

"Of course I'm trying to get rid of you." He answered, though the way he leaned forward and brushed that same strand of hair from her face so gently revealed the truth.

His wings were shaking out the snow now as he stepped back, ready to take to flight. "Tell your horse... thank you." His smile was brilliant as he finally sprinted to the edge of one of the ledges, launching himself off it and disappearing into the distance.

Seeking Angels at the Summit. RP for raindownsulphur.

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