"Story it is then." Mouth still against her hair, cuddling her close and tangling their legs, Loki spoke softly. "Once long ago, in an age lost to antiquity..." Sharing a story his mother had told him and his brother when they were young. Of brave heroes who were strong and clever, facing hard times and hard decisions. But in the end they were triumphant.
This feels good. Tangled up with Loki like this. Having him hold her close, limbs tangled together while he murmurs tales of adventure into her hair. She smiles and closes her eyes, half listening to the story and half listening to Loki's heartbeat.
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And, eventually, she manages to drift off.