[ Loki accepts her kiss with grace, letting his eyes close briefly and only raising his eyebrows at the mention of Byerly. He's a very strange man, by his measure, and is made even stranger by the impossibility to get a good read on, but he's important to Alexandrie and so he won't repeat himself about it.
The rest of it...
He feels a little bad, for being flippant about her husband's lack of foresight. In his position, Loki definitely would have stolen something of Alexandrie's to take with him across the continent. There's no reason to presume it hadn't been the same for d'Asgard.
His hand comes up to cover hers at his cheek. It isn't fair, the things she's lost to war. That she doesn't know one way or another.
The wish that he could do something about it is in his bones, but what, exactly, escapes him still. ]
I would rather you not be afraid.
[ He knows he has very little control over that reality. ]
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The rest of it...
He feels a little bad, for being flippant about her husband's lack of foresight. In his position, Loki definitely would have stolen something of Alexandrie's to take with him across the continent. There's no reason to presume it hadn't been the same for d'Asgard.
His hand comes up to cover hers at his cheek. It isn't fair, the things she's lost to war. That she doesn't know one way or another.
The wish that he could do something about it is in his bones, but what, exactly, escapes him still. ]
I would rather you not be afraid.
[ He knows he has very little control over that reality. ]