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Mayari, the goddess of the Moon, has bided her time, waiting for her freedom. A traumatic event took away her voice and her powers. Now that she has earned her freedom, she has to follow the Accords and become a superhero and work alongsi...
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After dinner, Loki found himself in his room. The house they occupied was the largest in the city but by no means the gilded castle that was once Valaskjalf. He looked around, taking note of the sparse interior and basic furniture. He hadn't spent much time here. Most of his personal belongings were in the tower. Lying down on his bed, he sent a projection out to you halfway across the globe.
He found you, sitting in your shared room's sitting area. Your back was to him, your broken leg propped up on the coffee table, as you scrolled through your phone. Music was playing in the background, and you were humming lightly to the tune. He looked around, noticing the life he built for himself here. His beloved books. The daggers hung on the wall. The many tokens he collected from traveling with the team. His stare stopped at you and wondered if you would continue to be a part of that life if he moved to New Asgard.
"Love, are you just gonna stand there?" You asked.
"When one is greeted by perfection, one cannot help but stare in awe." He remarked. You turned around to face him, as much as your leg would allow, blush on your cheeks.
"You're such a flirt." You said getting up from your seat and crossing over to him. "But you're my flirt."
"Darling don't get up because of me. Stay." Loki wanted to open his arms to you. Embrace you tightly and have your warmth spread over him. All he could do is stare at you. His visage surely will disappear if you were to touch each other. "I have some bad news, I'm afraid. We must stay another week or so. The troubles with the fanatics have only been dampened, not fully extinguished. Not to mention the problems internally with our own people. It's a mess." Loki sat down on the bed his head in his hands.
You wanted to comfort him. Maybe run your fingers through his hair. But you didn't want his image to go away. "I wish I could touch you," you whispered to him. "I'm sorry you're having such a hard time. Is there anything I can do to help?" He held out his hands to you, and you held your hand on top of his, not letting them touch. Afraid of getting any closer.
"I wish you were here with me," Loki said looking up at you. "The moon is already out in the night sky here. The crescent shape reminds me of your smile. I miss you tremendously." You smiled at him and sat next to him as close as possible.
"I miss you too, sinta — my love." Loki warmed at your term of endearment. "How much longer will you be gone? Will you spend your Christmas there?"
"I'm afraid we might. Do you celebrate Yuletide?"
"Most of the people we watch over have long forgotten us, and their beliefs lie in different places. But I always found it fascinating when this time of year rolls around. The lights, the decorations. Everyone is just generally nicer towards one another. When people have something common to celebrate, they usually forget their troubles." Loki looked up at you, the sharp turn of his head making it seem like you said something profound.
