Megatron slides his arm around her, gently. "You were only being yourself," he says, looking up at the stars, "but that's why I love you. I love you because you are you. In all the millions of universes, and here in this place where there are at least three people named Loki, there is only one you, and I love you because you are you. My spark was a flickering ember and you came along and blew hope on it."
He watches the sky, waiting for a flying whale. If he had a cloak he would throw it around them both. He doesn't often wear a cape. He thinks he could probably wear one for Loki, though.
They've told each other almost all their deepest, darkest secrets. They are sitting in a place that is special to Loki. They have certainly been intimate. No gifts have been exchanged, but she gave him back his life. That's probably devotion, though, not profference.
No. He is not going to think about this. Ravage will tell him he's lost his mind, and Ravage, as always, will likely be right.
"You are a butterfly effect," Megatron says with amusement. "Ian is right. He will need to meet me, eventually. If he's going to dislike me, he can dislike me for myself. I think that's fair. It doesn't have to be right away, but someday. I will protect him, you see. Even if he never cares for me, because he is yours, and something inside you would break, if you lost him."
Then he winces. "Orion once told me that I should have been the Lord Protector of Cybertron, when he was very, very drunk, and it was very, very late, and we were not supposed to be talking. He wanted me to fuck him and sparkmerge through that damned thing he let them put into his chest and I told him to go pound sand, I wouldn't abandon our people for fancy titles like he did. But it had a ring to it, somehow. I only know that I'd do anything to keep the people I still love, who still love me, safe in this world that has reason to wish them ill just for loving me."
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He watches the sky, waiting for a flying whale. If he had a cloak he would throw it around them both. He doesn't often wear a cape. He thinks he could probably wear one for Loki, though.
They've told each other almost all their deepest, darkest secrets. They are sitting in a place that is special to Loki. They have certainly been intimate. No gifts have been exchanged, but she gave him back his life. That's probably devotion, though, not profference.
No. He is not going to think about this. Ravage will tell him he's lost his mind, and Ravage, as always, will likely be right.
"You are a butterfly effect," Megatron says with amusement. "Ian is right. He will need to meet me, eventually. If he's going to dislike me, he can dislike me for myself. I think that's fair. It doesn't have to be right away, but someday. I will protect him, you see. Even if he never cares for me, because he is yours, and something inside you would break, if you lost him."
Then he winces. "Orion once told me that I should have been the Lord Protector of Cybertron, when he was very, very drunk, and it was very, very late, and we were not supposed to be talking. He wanted me to fuck him and sparkmerge through that damned thing he let them put into his chest and I told him to go pound sand, I wouldn't abandon our people for fancy titles like he did. But it had a ring to it, somehow. I only know that I'd do anything to keep the people I still love, who still love me, safe in this world that has reason to wish them ill just for loving me."