“Yes that is my name,” she smiled softly at him tgen watched him unwrap his hands, “Why do you not sleep often if you dont mind my asking Steve?” His question was a fsir one, “Dreams of my soon to be former husband.”
Steve shrugged. “I was comatose for almost seventy years, kind of hard to sleep after all that time.” Nightmares didn’t help, but Steve didn’t talk about that. Hearing her comment, he arched a brow, watching her. “I assume you mean Loki?”
“I can relate to that feeling,” she had been cursed with the same long sleep as Oden when Loki had changed into his darker self. When he asked about Loki she tried to keep her composure, “Yes.” The brother had once been the man of her dreams and kindhearted, now he was a monster that she had suffered too long over.
“What do you normally do to fill this time Steve?”
Steve hummed a little, nodding. He watched her for a moment. “It varies. Sometimes I workout, sometimes I read.” He left out other activities, like drawing or watching old movies. He was quiet for a long moment. “Thor tells me Loki wasn’t always so dark.” he mused. “I take it you can vouch to those claims?”
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