[Outwardly, Peter is all jokes. Coping mechanisms and all, you know how it is.
On the inside he is a mess--heart racing, pulse thundering, cold sweat at the back of his neck.
That is all, hopefully, very much contained somewhere under his outward appearance though which mostly consists of him nodding a little too much at Stephen's exiting comment before letting his attention fix quite firmly on Loki, who he immediately offers a smile to.]
Hey. Hey, what are you sorry for? It's fine--it's going to be fine. You're going to be fine.
[He has to be fine.
That's, in effect, what is running through Peter's mind on repeat with no off button.
It has never crossed his mind that Loki isn't deserving of anything Peter has directed toward him, and in some ways that's even moreso now as he reaches across to very gently shift a stray few strands of hair to the side of Loki's forehead, forcing himself not to shake.]
It's fine. You just need to get through this a little while longer, then they'll get you all patched up and good. It's not going to be long, I promise.
[Maybe he can't promise that, but he's going to as his eyes flit briefly to where Strange has gone to try and gauge what's happening, even though it's barely been a few seconds. And then, to Loki--] And, listen, you can squeeze if you need to--[He gently bounces his palm beneath Loki's] I can take it. Trust me. I got you.
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On the inside he is a mess--heart racing, pulse thundering, cold sweat at the back of his neck.
That is all, hopefully, very much contained somewhere under his outward appearance though which mostly consists of him nodding a little too much at Stephen's exiting comment before letting his attention fix quite firmly on Loki, who he immediately offers a smile to.]
Hey. Hey, what are you sorry for? It's fine--it's going to be fine. You're going to be fine.
[He has to be fine.
That's, in effect, what is running through Peter's mind on repeat with no off button.
It has never crossed his mind that Loki isn't deserving of anything Peter has directed toward him, and in some ways that's even moreso now as he reaches across to very gently shift a stray few strands of hair to the side of Loki's forehead, forcing himself not to shake.]
It's fine. You just need to get through this a little while longer, then they'll get you all patched up and good. It's not going to be long, I promise.
[Maybe he can't promise that, but he's going to as his eyes flit briefly to where Strange has gone to try and gauge what's happening, even though it's barely been a few seconds. And then, to Loki--] And, listen, you can squeeze if you need to--[He gently bounces his palm beneath Loki's] I can take it. Trust me. I got you.