[The utter realness of Loki suddenly being there is like surfacing for air after being underwater too long. It's a crashing sensation of endorphins and emotion and heaving breath. And it's not pretty like the movies--it's all red-tinted eyes and spittle and a humiliating amount of other fluids all in the general face area that Peter at least has the wherewithal to plant his hand over as a few skeleton-shaking sobs rock through him.
His free arm snatches around Loki's waist like he's the only piece of land as far as the eye can see as he just hugs his boyfriend close and waits out the waves of hurt.
It's awful, yes, and it hurts, sure, but it's not like before. Not like how it used to find him in the dead of night alone in New York city. It's different now, still painful but it's far more bearable, possible to carry. He can hear and feel and smell Loki there, a stable pillar in all of this and Peter doesn't, not for a second, blame him for this.
And it takes him a few long moments, letting the hiccups subside and the memories return to his mind rather than all around him, and then Peter can finally peel back a short way from Loki's intensely comforting shoulder to see the string of numbers twinkling overhead.]
Huh. Would'ya look at that.
[Okay, so he sounds a little hollow, but that's to be expected, right? Initially, he's not sure how to feel about this, since it's just a string of numbers that doesn't feel like it has much to do with him, but the longer he stares at it and feels the sequence absorb into his brain the more his thoughts start to clear.]
That's... That's my earth. That's the earth I'm from.
[He starts nodding slowly, still processing this information, but at least he is processing it, bit by bit.]
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His free arm snatches around Loki's waist like he's the only piece of land as far as the eye can see as he just hugs his boyfriend close and waits out the waves of hurt.
It's awful, yes, and it hurts, sure, but it's not like before. Not like how it used to find him in the dead of night alone in New York city. It's different now, still painful but it's far more bearable, possible to carry. He can hear and feel and smell Loki there, a stable pillar in all of this and Peter doesn't, not for a second, blame him for this.
And it takes him a few long moments, letting the hiccups subside and the memories return to his mind rather than all around him, and then Peter can finally peel back a short way from Loki's intensely comforting shoulder to see the string of numbers twinkling overhead.]
Huh. Would'ya look at that.
[Okay, so he sounds a little hollow, but that's to be expected, right? Initially, he's not sure how to feel about this, since it's just a string of numbers that doesn't feel like it has much to do with him, but the longer he stares at it and feels the sequence absorb into his brain the more his thoughts start to clear.]
That's... That's my earth. That's the earth I'm from.
[He starts nodding slowly, still processing this information, but at least he is processing it, bit by bit.]