[ It is hard not to stare at Steve, to question what he says. There's a low rumble from Loki's stomach, a satisfied purr as he simply moves to kiss Steve. Someday, Loki will explain it to Steve, lay out the cold hardened facts. But a part of him knows the man will not budge. It feels, for once, that Loki has made the right choice, selfish as it may be. It was his. ]
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You are my sword.