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[thirtythird]

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[dothelokimotion]

[ he grasp william's wrists, like lifelines. ]

Will you stay?

[thirtythird]

Of course.

[Now. Forever. It's all the same tangled ball of devotion.]

There's nowhere else I'd rather be.

[dothelokimotion]

[ his shoulders sag in relief as he presses his lips to william's palm to still the trembling. ]

[thirtythird]

It's rotten, lonely work, mo chridhe, but I promise you you are not alone.

[Saying isn't fixing, but it has to help a little.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki gives a jerky nod at that. ]

I know. I . . . I know I'm not.

[thirtythird]

Good.

[His hand shifts, cupping gently at his husband's cheek to angle for a firm kiss to the forehead.]

God, but I adore you.

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki manages a tremulous smile as he manages another kiss to william's wrist, right over the pulse point. ]

Thank you for . . . coming to get me.

[ a pause, wavering. ]

Long ago, I . . . fell. I let go. I looked into my father's face and I saw nothing. I was falling and falling and I think — I think I was screaming. Beginning. Time and space — it lost all meaning. I don't know how long I was there.

All I knew was . . . no one came for me.

[thirtythird]

[His own breath comes with a soft shake, settling the new point of knowledge into the patchwork of Loki.]

You've been taught your own worth so poorly.

[dothelokimotion]

Thor told me once long ago that they mourned. They all did.

But I know it's not true. Thor may have mourned. Even my mother. But no one else would have.

[thirtythird]

Does it... help, darling? [His nose bumps lightly against Loki's.] Thinking on that?

[dothelokimotion]

No. They're all gone and I'm — It shouldn't matter but I wish I had. I wish I did.

[thirtythird]

Did?

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki hesitates. ]

I . . . died. Before I came here.

[thirtythird]

[All of this is odd. Everything's been odd since waking on this ship. Somehow, certain things still knock him through a loop.

This is one of those things. This tenses his fingers tight against Loki's skin, forehead pushing hard against forehead, momentarily desperate to feel the reality of standing with a living, breathing being.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ it's a lot and loki feels unwound by mentioning it, but he sighs against william, his arms slipping around him. ]

I'm still here. It's all right. I'm still here.

[thirtythird]

You're-- here.

[That's true. That's real. That's something he can feel, palpably.]

You are.

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki rubs soothing circles over william's back. ]

I should have told you. I'm sorry.

[thirtythird]

Quite a difficult thing to slip into casual conversation.

[But it's out now. It's something to take a bit of time sorting through.]

Sit with me?

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki nods, gently leading him towards the bed. ]

[thirtythird]

[It's a little easier to sort through when he doesn't have to think about standing, when he can simply be curled around Loki without worry about his knees giving out.]

One thing at a time, hm?

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki brushes his fingers over william's hair. ]

That is how it always is.

[ he doesn't have the luxury of dreaming of a future. not anymore. ]

[thirtythird]

It all does start with you, darling.

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki falls silent. ]

What would you have me do?

[thirtythird]

Try.

[William doesn't want to dislodge an inch of being close together, but his fingers do scramble slightly to find his husband's. The press of his own ring digging into his skin when he holds tight is infinitely reassuring.]

Try with me.

[dothelokimotion]

[ tendrils of warmth slip around loki's heart as he twines their fingers togethers, rings glinting. ]

As you wish.