They're not. They really aren't, Loki. And they might be the hopes of a dreamer, but that doesn't mean that I want them for you any less.

[ he shifts, tucking a few loose strands of hair back from his face. ]

Anyway, I'm-- I'm sorry, this is probably a lot coming from a stranger. [ a stranger, and doesn't that thought wound him? he's a stranger to loki. nevermind that it's not his loki, that this loki doesn't even know a balder, it just feels so wrong. (his chest aches, but it's a familiar pain by now.) ]