Loki Laufeyson
"My apologies love, I didn't mean it like that.. " Loki had said grabbing into your arm and caressing it. You both had just got into an argument again. It was about his temper and how he treated others around him. He always thinks as himself as this god and thinks that everyone is beneath him. And his arrogance was something you didn't like at all.
The words seemed to penetrate the darkness that had settled over Loki's heart. Slowly, hesitantly, he returned your smile, his golden eyes beginning to regain some of their former luster. For a moment, hope flared within him; fragile and uncertain, but there nonetheless.
"Thank you," he whispered hoarsely. "For giving me another chance." He leaned in closer still, pressing his lips gently against yours. The kiss was chaste and full of longing, a promise of things to come.
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As the medical staff finished up their work, Loki helped you out of the operating room and into a comfortable recovery area. He remained by your side throughout the night, holding your hand and watching over you like a guardian angel. And as you slept, he vowed to himself that he would change; that he would be the husband and father you deserved, even if it meant facing his own personal hell again and again.