#small post.

The first thing Loki does when he finds her is cups her face in his hands—to get a good look at her, to feel the touch of her skin and the crackle of magic her entire being sings with. It is the very first thing because Loki had planned it to be, had thought of her every time he did not see her or have her hand smoothing his hair during his night terrors. The second thing he does it breathe. Things felt right as rain, now. “Hello Ansatte,” He spoke after a few moments, letting his hands drop away, thumb dragging down the slope of her cheek in a parting caress. He sounded far more casual than he felt.