SierraA

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The humidity gave way to the chilly breeze as you and Loki stretched the conversation across hours of slow sipping drinks under the stars that midsummer night.

Loki listened to each slightly slurred word of yours, and the air grew heavier with the feeling of significance; you’d still return to this moment in memory after it was long gone.

“I never understood a single word he said,” you admitted, your lips pursed tightly, deep in thought. “Of course, as you can imagine, by the time I figured out there wasn’t anything to be understood, he already drove me to the brink of my sanity and I’d already done wonders for his ego.” You grinned at Loki despite the bitterness that lingered each time you spoke of your past lover.

Loki shot you a bittersweet smile, nudging your shoulder. “It's not all bad though, is it? There’s still joy to the world,” he tried.

You gave a considering hum, nodding to agree with his words eventually. “There's good wine,” you raised your glass to him.

“And other lovers to be had.” Loki added cheekily as he clinked his glass to yours.

“Oh, yeah, people are lining right up for me!” You said sarcastically, unraveling into a fit of laughter.

“I am.” 

You paused, your glossy gaze setting on his. “You're what?” You asked, half expecting him to tell you he didn't say a thing.

“I'm lining up for you, darling,” he said, averting his gaze to the night sky. He failed to contain the smile breaking through on his face and you soon found yourself matching it. 

“I think I'm lining up for you too,” you said, nudging his shoulder while warmth settled in your chest.

“Kneeeew itttt. You couldn't possibly resist me.”

“Shut up and drink your wine!” You snickered.

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