"Mmm," she sighs contentedly at the touch to her head. Her hair is soft and smooth, like brushed silk. "Months or years, then. We have the time, do we not? An Asgardian lifespan is thousands of years. A Jotun span is longer than that, though I couldn't say by how much. But I have already died more than once, and returned stronger. I think I will be here as long as I am needed, or wanted."

She nods a little without lifting her head. "It's different, to recount old hurts to sympathetic ears. It's different when you can trust the person you are with to hear you with understanding."

One of her hands reaches out to find his and thread her fingers between his. "This is beautiful."


((ooc: that is lovely. Loki always tries to use unique endearments for each lover and for each of his children.))