Loki woke in a panic. The room was blanketed in shadows, a blue tint from the early morning sky. It was their room, everything was in place, everything was alright. His heart hammered against his chest all the same.
A dry swallow, a deep inhale, eye closed— everything was alright.
Sometimes the nightmares faded the moment he woke; other times, they stuck around in the back of his head for days. Memories of lives he lived— they lived— resurfacing in his subconscious. Terrible reminders of the things he had done, and that they had done to each other.
He rolled over, taking the down comforter with him. Thor was sleeping soundly, never burdened with the past. The overcast from the window made him look softer. Loki settled into his pillow and reached out to lightly run his fingers along the soft skin of Thor’s chest.
The glint of his silver wedding band caught his eye, and Loki’s lips broke out into a smile, which was then hidden when he buried his face into the bulk of Thor’s arm. Regardless of the ghosts, at that moment, Loki knew only happiness.
On their wedding day, a teary-eyed Thor hand stood before him and called him his soulmate. Of course, he hadn’t understood the gravity of his chosen words— it still gave Loki hope to think that in this lifetime, Thor felt it too.
He let his fingers trail upwards, brushing over a nipple, which had Thor’s face pinching into a frown. Loki smiled, devilish. He leaned over his husband’s sleeping body to give the bud a wet kiss, blowing on it softly until it stood erect. Thor stirred beneath him, and when he opened his eyes and looked down— blinking in confusion— Loki darted his tongue out to give it a quick, devious lick.
“Good morning,” Thor said with a sleepy smile, voice groggy with sleep.
Loki hummed under his breath, leaning up on his arms and draping himself over Thor’s torso. “A very good morning,” he whispered and leaned down to press a kiss to chapped lips. Thor kissed back, despite his morning breath.
They broke apart with the blaring of an early morning alarm. Thor groaned, and Loki rolled his eyes— he would throw that stupid clock away if he could, instead he reached over and pushed it off.
“C’mon, I have to shower.”
Loki didn’t budge, only sat up enough to take Thor’s face into both of his hands. He didn’t look annoyed, but amused, smiling up at Loki like he was the sun.
“Let’s stay like this,” Loki whispered, kissing his forehead sweetly. “Please, just a little while longer.”
1OO lifetimes — O4. hope
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