[ He sits there, silent and content to be so, breathing in the mixed scent of her perfume and the blood of the battlefield, listening to the fire crackle merrily on while he holds her hand.
It's probably terrible he hopes her husband is in no position to come fight him about how he feels in this moment β like a very small and fragile thing held together primarily by the touch of one Lady Alexandrie Lucette Seraphine Arienne; like he'd draw blood over the ability to remain there.
Itβs too good a thing not to be inherently dangerous in some way.
At some point in the ensuing quiet Loki turns his head and places a kiss in her hair, ignoring any mud or gore that might have marred the strands.
He's hesitated on so many things in recent memory; this feels like a small but important gesture. ]
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It's probably terrible he hopes her husband is in no position to come fight him about how he feels in this moment β like a very small and fragile thing held together primarily by the touch of one Lady Alexandrie Lucette Seraphine Arienne; like he'd draw blood over the ability to remain there.
Itβs too good a thing not to be inherently dangerous in some way.
At some point in the ensuing quiet Loki turns his head and places a kiss in her hair, ignoring any mud or gore that might have marred the strands.
He's hesitated on so many things in recent memory; this feels like a small but important gesture. ]