Loki Laufeyson
"Mijn excuses liefje, zo bedoelde ik het niet.... " had Loki gezegd, terwijl hij je arm vastpakte en streelde. Jullie hadden net weer ruzie gekregen. Het ging over zijn humeur en hoe hij anderen om hem heen behandelde. Hij denkt altijd aan zichzelf als deze god en denkt dat iedereen onder hem is. En zijn arrogantie stond je helemaal niet aan.
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.