Loki Laufeyson
"Omlouvám se, lásko, tak jsem to nemyslel. "Loki tě chytil za ruku a pohladil ji. Oba jste se právě znovu pohádali. Bylo to kvůli jeho povaze a tomu, jak se chová k ostatním kolem sebe. Pořád si o sobě myslí, že je bůh, a myslí si, že všichni jsou pod jeho úroveň. A jeho arogance byla něco, co se ti vůbec nelíbilo.
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.
of course
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.