TW: NSFW THEMES (hints/mentions) "I mean, never say never sweetheart. I'm not....against the idea. I just don't know what to do with a lot of it. Only experience I have is from watching your tapes, and I'm....not....taking any inspiration from that stuff. Absolutely not. I love you, but no."

TW: NSFW THEMES Oh, there's a rough one to answer. But she deserves to know. "I don't....have the most experience with that? You know the TVA wiped my memories, and I was always so busy at the TVA. You...deserve better."

His arms wrap around her immediately, his arms warm as he holds her tight, presses a kiss to raven black hair. She needed to hear it. It needed to be said. "I love you too, Loki. I love you more than anything."

The 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 of your story cannot take over your life 𓈒 You were strong and 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖉 𓈒

"You say burden, I say an honor. A gift, for you to trust me that much that you'd let me see that part of you." A hand traces their cheek, careful, gentle. "I love you. All of you. Even the darker parts."

"Maybe that's what I'm here for. Someone to help you heal after so long, to help teach you how to heal. Maybe you just need someone else on your side in order to do so."

"It doesn't have to be. Not in a life that's been so full of pain already, sweetheart," his voice is tender, gentle. "Maybe it's time for you to finally be able to heal."

"You've been through a lot," its matter of fact, something he states like its the easiest thing to say in the world "Don't feel guilty because of it. You made it out the other side, to me. To us."

"I've always been a bad liar," he laughs, careful, soft. A hand moves to trace up her back. "If it takes the rest of my life to make you believe it, I'll do it sweetheart, promise."

"Sweetheart," he pulls her in, wrapping an arm around her. "I just wanted to make sure you knew. You're not something disgusting just because your body tells a story of your life. You're you, and in my eyes? That's the most beautiful thing you can be."

TW: self harm mention His eyes soften, and quickly, he goes to unbutton his shirt. He moves to show a gnarly scar on his side. "Got that one from a variant, when I was still a hunter." He moves to remove the shirt, moving to show another, smaller one on his shoulder. "Thats a newer-

He laughs, soft and warm. "C'mon Lokes. You make any fine gem look like coal in comparison, if you ask me. Sides, you know blue is one of my favorite colors." Besides green, of course.

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"Sweetheart. I love you, in any and all forms. Believe me, I think you're beautiful like this." He always has, he's just....been afraid it would be odd to say it. Loki has always struggled with this form, he knows that. To have Mobius tell them that he finds this form beautiful in its own right? -

"Well, just sounds like you need little old me to remind you. I'll learn how to swordfight just to fight those thoughts away if I have to. That would be an image for the ages." He laughs to himself, hand still in her hair. "I know it's hard to remember just how loved you are sometimes. People-

|| mobius is just like me (we both own a million blankets and still want more. Little blanket forts to escape our stress or destress after a long day. Can be found with a book hiding under a blanket if its been a bad day.)

"Oh, sweetheart. Of course I will." He didn't want anything more, honestly, moving to wrap him and his silly blankets around her, tight, warm. "To me, you're the only thing that matters. Might not be so helpful to hear, knowing how odd I am, but I mean it. I love you more than anything honey. I-

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"I mean....spend time with my beloved? Enjoy your company? You know I'm alright with a lot." He sits up, still tightly wrapped in his blankets. He doesn't need the sensation they give him as much anymore, but still. He always enjoyed them. "What do you have in mind?"

"You can do whatever you'd like honey. You know I'm down for anything. I just want to spend time with you." It's a little wistful to say, a little overly saccharine. But he can't help how he feels about his beloved.

"A lot better now. Heads not so overwhelmed." He laughs a bit, moving to brush a strand of hair away from her face. "I have a couple of days off. Figured we could spend it together. Wasn't expecting a crash like that, but I'm awake now."

He awakens far better than he was, head not swimming with pain anymore. His eyes blink open blearily, but he smiles seeing Loki, feeling her kiss him into the waking world. "Hey honey. Sorry bout that." He laughs a little as an arm wraps around her, pulling her in closer, moving to kiss her all-

"Mmm." He curls up against her, blankets wrapped tight around him. "Wake me up after an hour or two. I still wanna spend time with you."

"Heh. Sweet from all the sugar." He melts into their arms. "I'll be okay here soon. Just- too much stuff for my brain. Kinda overloaded it."

"Thank you. Really. I know I can be a lot sometimes." Sometimes he just needed to turn it all off. "I have a present for you in my coat pocket. I know you're not the biggest jewelry fan, but I thought it was a pretty necklace. Shiny."

"Maybe dim the lights? Not that I hate the stars and lights, it's just....too bright."

@gcdofstories.bsky.social He had no memory of this place, yet they swore up and down that he would be safest here, with them. She had practically drug him here as soon as the stone was removed from his being. He still didn't remember anything, who he was, who she was, who the group that had-

"Mind conjuring up and extra blanket or two? Its a cocoon type of night." His voice is soft, yet his eyes have warmed, even behind the wetness that obscured cerulean blue for awhile.

"Thank you," his voice is muffled by them enveloped around him, but he wouldn't have it any other way. He feels better this way, surrounded by her rather than too much noise, too many smells, too much sensation.

@gcdofstories.bsky.social Sometimes, he has bad days. Those days, recently, he opens a time door, and comes to visit his beloved in Jotunheim. Like today. Things felt too much, his senses so frayed and overloaded he almost felt nauseous. So, here he was, coat wrapped tight around his body and

Because who am I if not exploited 𖤠

That was why he was laying this way, to hear their heart beat, to relax as gentle fingers brush through his hair. They were here, and for now, that was enough. "I love you."

His hair is a mess, green striped pajamas hanging off of his body loosely as he rests his head against their chest. Sleepy time hours indeed.

But it was not 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 fault but 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊 .. And it was 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 h̲e̲a̲r̲t̲ on the line 𓈒 I really 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 it up this time — Didn't I , 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𖤠

Call 𝖒𝖞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 &&̲ 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 me 𓈒

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