[ He can taste Stephen's magic in the air and, just like that, any sense he had been making evaporates as the spell returns in full-force, magical claws hooking into Loki's chest to make his heart beat faster as he looks up. He's aware of the ward Stephen is casting but it doesn't matter, nothing does except the man before him who is brilliant. A former adversary at times back home, sure, but this isn't that man; he's better, he has no reason to hate Loki.
And Loki can't think of any reason not to devote every inch of himself to Stephen.
He releases a shuddering breath and gets to his feet, unsteadily pacing over with the intent of gripping the front of Stephen's clothes. With a spell-curdled mind, Loki desperately searches Stephen's face with widened eyes. ]
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And Loki can't think of any reason not to devote every inch of himself to Stephen.
He releases a shuddering breath and gets to his feet, unsteadily pacing over with the intent of gripping the front of Stephen's clothes. With a spell-curdled mind, Loki desperately searches Stephen's face with widened eyes. ]
I knew you would not leave me here.