[She tells herself that it could be anyone, here. It could be Thor, or Frigga. It could be one of his wives or children. Anyone that would prefer Loki alive to dead, short as that list may currently be.
That is what she tells herself, as she releases her hold and brings a hand to his neck, feeling for the pulse there.]
Yes. It can. Let this be that day.
[Because eventually, it will. One way or another.]
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That is what she tells herself, as she releases her hold and brings a hand to his neck, feeling for the pulse there.]
Yes. It can. Let this be that day.
[Because eventually, it will. One way or another.]
Will you come with me?