That brings an impish smile. "I truly meant sleeping, Sweetling. You are not weak, or fragile, but I also recognize you have been through an ordeal." Kissing her forehead again, he rested his head against hers. "One which I very much wish to make those responsible pay. But sadly my revenge may have to be less personal than I'm accustomed to."
Loki was quiet, and kissed her forehead again. "...and you still trust me. And aren't angry." He sounded puzzled. "You are mine to protect, and I failed you."
"I was ready to." Murmured quietly. "As much as I hate to give him credit, Thor was wiser in this than I. We fought over it." Physically fought as well as with words.
"Winning was not the goal." Then he's tilting his head to watch her. "Briefly, but it was never serious. Even more so than my usual casualness. Personally I believe she ever had eyes for Thor, though she did not recognize it at the time."
"I never harbored any illusion she might." Loki said with a soft chuckle. "And I agree with you. I think it's part of why she's been spending more time here. Especially since Asgard itself is no more."
"As long as it's not a double date. They might be figuring things out on their own, however." Loki had caught hints of certain things. A look, here or there. A lot of time spent in each other's company. "All that might be is for them to decide it's official."
"I'm aware." Loki said quietly, somewhat dry in tone. "I suspect if they didn't, they wouldn't have done what they did as a way of not just stopping me, but trying to help." One more kiss on the forehead, then he's moving out of the tub. Helping her up, and using the simple expedient of magic to get dry, as much as he wouldn't mind snuggling her with a towel.
Leaning down just for a moment, he kissed her. In appreciation and thanks for her understanding and patience. Just enough--for him to know how he felt. "You, are getting in bed. Would you like to steal another of my shirts, or something else?"
"Go get in bed, I'll bring you one." Against her own mouth, with one more kiss. Reluctantly parting, before heading for his closet. Soon enough he joined her again, with dark forest green lounge slacks of his own, and handing her one of his looser shirts. Asgardian in style, with a high neck, it tied along the side, with an asymmetrical hem and long sleeves. It was also very, very soft.
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"I think I'll want to sleep first, food later."
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"But we will have revenge. I may not want you to kill them personally, but I do want revenge myself as well."
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He actually saw the bigger picture instead of acting on his rage.
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"Did you and Sif date? Back in your youth?"
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"I can safely say from the warnings I got about you that she doesn't harbor any of those feelings for you."
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She stretches a bit as the water starts to cool.
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"Yeah, I think it's bedtime."
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"Should I steal another of your shirts?"
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"Your shirts are comfortable. I think that's what I want."
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