Loki Laufeyson
"Entschuldigung, Liebes, ich habe es nicht so gemeint." Loki hatte gesagt, indem er deinen Arm griff und ihn streichelte. Ihr beide hattet euch gerade wieder gestritten. Es ging um sein Temperament und wie er mit anderen um ihn herum umging. Er denkt immer an sich selbst als diesen Gott und denkt, dass alle unter ihm stehen. Und seine Arroganz mochte man überhaupt nicht.
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.