[They are like us, she says, and Loki just smiles, soft and just for her. He doesn't disagree, really. They create their own cosmic weight, the two of them together, in a synchronous orbit until the moment at which something grand will change and the both of them, together, will alter the fabric of the very space that contains them.
That smile increases, warms, when she moves to touch his face. Leaning in to kiss her back is as easily done as breathing, his free hand coming up to touch her cheek in a mirror of her own gesture.
Above them, the illusion shifts to a slightly different image of stars and stardust. ]
I love you, [ Loki murmurs against her lips. Because it's true. Because in this moment it's a thing of wonder, not terror. Because he'd like to remember this moment for as long as he can remember anything. ]
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That smile increases, warms, when she moves to touch his face. Leaning in to kiss her back is as easily done as breathing, his free hand coming up to touch her cheek in a mirror of her own gesture.
Above them, the illusion shifts to a slightly different image of stars and stardust. ]
I love you, [ Loki murmurs against her lips. Because it's true. Because in this moment it's a thing of wonder, not terror. Because he'd like to remember this moment for as long as he can remember anything. ]