Of whatever length you like, [ she answers, glowing a little under the wonder the bare thought of it had birthed in him.
It's an impetuous thing, perhaps, but somehow it does not feel like anything of the sort. It is simple: he had wanted something of her for his travels, she wishes it as much as he does, and it is the most intimate thing she can give. Far more than a handkerchief, a ribbon, even if she were to soak it in the summer rose of her perfume. Those things are hers, but they are not of her. This is.
It is for them when one of them is gone, and for them when they are together. She might find those missing strands in the mornings, as she'd said, but when he is here with his hands in her hair Loki will sometimes find them too; a reminder that one night she'd made a choice and it was him. ]
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It's an impetuous thing, perhaps, but somehow it does not feel like anything of the sort. It is simple: he had wanted something of her for his travels, she wishes it as much as he does, and it is the most intimate thing she can give. Far more than a handkerchief, a ribbon, even if she were to soak it in the summer rose of her perfume. Those things are hers, but they are not of her. This is.
It is for them when one of them is gone, and for them when they are together. She might find those missing strands in the mornings, as she'd said, but when he is here with his hands in her hair Loki will sometimes find them too; a reminder that one night she'd made a choice and it was him. ]
I give it freely.
[ Then a quiet chuckle. ]
Perhaps leave me a little at the top to pin.