[ Loki lets her settle in his arms; holds her close but not too tightly, tilting his head so that she can arrange herself to be at a chin-resting height. For a long while he says nothing, just feels her breathe against him and listens to the muted sounds of the camp around them, watching the angle of the light through the canvas sink lower and lower.
When he does speak it's quiet; he's not entirely certain she's still awake. ]
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When he does speak it's quiet; he's not entirely certain she's still awake. ]
I've always been terrified of being alone.