in one of his hands was the hand that held Mjolnir, a dangerously coveted weapon that Loki lusted after as soon as he could walk. in all of his hubris and wickedness, he had missed the mark far too often; he had lost in so many ways. in others, he had won. it had taken a long time to win.
a dark black nail moves along the callouses, the smooth place between his knuckles, the places that he's never been privy to, or trusted enough to breech this level of intimacy. ]
I never thought of myself as easy to love. [ bright green eyes fall half lidded as he occupies himself with his hand. ] You were tenacious, Thor. I would have been lost without you.
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in one of his hands was the hand that held Mjolnir, a dangerously coveted weapon that Loki lusted after as soon as he could walk. in all of his hubris and wickedness, he had missed the mark far too often; he had lost in so many ways. in others, he had won. it had taken a long time to win.
a dark black nail moves along the callouses, the smooth place between his knuckles, the places that he's never been privy to, or trusted enough to breech this level of intimacy. ]
I never thought of myself as easy to love. [ bright green eyes fall half lidded as he occupies himself with his hand. ] You were tenacious, Thor. I would have been lost without you.
[ perhaps he was, for a while. ]