Loki, my darling

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"You okay, dear?" he asked as I pulled away from his chest to see his perfect face again. I gave him a nod, "I am now," he gave me the gentlest smile, but it still had a hint of sadness in it. "I'm sorry, that it all happened, that I couldn't be here.." he said. Was he really feeling guilty about things that weren't even his fault? I gave him a frown and said, "Loki, none of this was your fault, you shouldn't feel guilty about it," "But I wasn't here when you needed me the most.." "Because you fucking saved me and with that the rest of the universe, there's nothing wrong with that. Yes, it hurt to not have you here, but you are here now," "And I won't go anywhere," I smiled and ran my hand down his hair, then face, neck, chest, as if I was making sure every part was actually real. On some level, I think I was doing just that, I was still afraid it'd be a magical dream and I'd wake up and he wouldn't really be there. He took my hand from his chest and kissed all of my fingers, one by one. That definitely felt as real as it could. He then stood up and pulled me up too, "This is a very random question, but where even are we?" he asked, "I mean, last time I was alive I was on a planet called Titan that was a complete mess, but I don't think this is it.." Right, he had no idea what had happened while he had been dead other than that I had killed Thanos and held the stones and stuff. "We're in Wakanda. That's on Earth, but it's kind of hidden from the rest of the world, hard to explain. It's really beautiful though, come, I'll show you," I pulled him after me and we walked across the corridor to the room I had woken up in. My room had a window with a nice view, he hadn't had any windows. I guess that's good though, my power-burst that brought him back would probably have broken the glass... When I brought him to the window, instead of watching outside myself, I looked at him admiring the view, I could really tell he was blown away. I think it reminded him a bit of Asgard, they were somehow really similar when you looked from a bit of a distance. To me at least, but I hadn't actually seen that much of Asgard nor Wakanda. Maybe it was exactly why I found them similar - beautiful places that I had only experienced pain in.

"It's beautiful," Loki then said and turned himself to me, even though his face was serious his eyes were smiling, "but it's still nothing compared to you, my darling," I wanted to reply something, but I was speechless, I felt butterflies in my stomach, I felt so much love, and a bit of fear as I knew it gave me a weakness. Instead of trying to put my feelings into words I pulled him closer and kissed him, trying to make it the best kiss he'd ever experience, to show him how special he was to me, how much I adored him and loved him.

Suddenly a voice came from the hall, it was audibly drunk Thor, with some worried medics following him. It sounded like he hadn't been allowed to see Loki yet, after the battle at least. He saw him during the fight too, I had felt him seeing him and losing it. "I need to... see... my brother.." he said to the doctors, who were obviously not informed of Loki being alive, and replied with, "But Thor, sir, your brother is dead," "Right, yeah... he's been "dead" before... that's... treatable.." he argued, being obviously in the same denial I had been before I was near Loki's body and couldn't feel him. I looked up to Loki, "You think we should tell him you're alive?" "Sounds to me like he's convinced of it already," he said with a smirk, but we still went closer to the door, to see how drunk he exactly was and if the doctors needed any help. He had just pushed open Loki's door and realized not even his body was there. He looked hurt and angry at the same time, "WHERE IS HE!?" he yelled at the doctors, who had no knowledge of the empty bed yet. I was pretty sure the medics were now certain that the great god had lost his mind. "Thor," I then said, catching his attention. He looked at me, without noticing Loki at first, he had tears in his eyes, but seemed still a bit relieved that at least I was okay. "Hello, brother," Loki then said from behind me, I think one of the medics almost fell over seeing him. To them it was still an impossibility. "See," drunk Thor then turned to the medics, "I knew he was just playing. AGAin." He turned to Loki, who was both happy to see his brother and a bit afraid of him. "One of these times you're going to actually die and I won't believe it," Thor said, as he came and wrapped Loki into a hug. Loki looked uncomfortable, he looked at me and mouthed "Help me," I chuckled. Once Thor put him down he replied to his previous sentence, "Actually, that already happened," "No it didn't, you're very living-looking to me... so obviously *burp* not... dead... you player," he nudged Loki's shoulder. "I was actually really dead this time, Thor. I wasn't playing. I just got brought back," he said, now smiling at me. Thor looked from him to me and back, "What.?" he was visibly confused, his drunk head was barely capable of understanding our words, comprehending prophecies and legends coming true was definitely too complex for him right now. "We'll explain once you have slept out this alcohol," I said and patted his shoulder. "Right, I'll go do that then," he pushed past us, barely staying upright, and climbed into the bed I had spent the past days in. After ten seconds he was snoring. I turned myself back to Loki, who was as surprised by this turn of the events as I was, and we laughed. "He's never going to stop hearing about this is he?" I asked Loki, "Nope" he replied and pulled me out the door to let Thor sleep it out in private. "Where to now?" he asked. I honestly had no clue what would come next, I hadn't seen Wakanda other than these two rooms and the battle so I wouldn't be able to find my way around. But sitting here and just waiting around also seemed like a waste of time. Loki saw that I couldn't find an answer, "Come, let's try and find our way outside, you wouldn't mind a bit of fresh air and sunlight, would you?" He said as he started walking down the corridor, my hand still in his. We were taking the "never letting each other go again" thing pretty seriously I guess. "Fresh air would be nice," I replied, following him.