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Loki, You Are LovedThe trip back to Asgard was a quiet one. Though they were bound to one another across the bridge with their hands on either side of the tesseract, Thor still had his hand on Loki's shoulder, holding him firmly in place. As if he could go anywhere anyway, with the bindings holding his hands in place and his mouth shut.
Everything came back into focus from a hazed, rainbow blur, and Loki found himself looking around what he was certain was the bifrost that had been destroyed when he fought Thor all those weeks ago.
Noticing his quiet, inquisitive look, Thor gave a bitter snort as Heimdall pulled the sword from its place. "As it turns out, time passes much slower on Earth than it does here. You have been absent from our lives for two years. We had plenty of time to recreate the bridge and the bifrost."
He tugged insensitively at the chains binding Loki's hands together as they started down the long path that would take them back to the palace.
As they grew closer to his old home Loki bega
may as well buy another packcollapse, and breathe into the carpet:
sunday mornings are not
for falling apart, but damn
the amphorics, this
is not an atmosphere.
you fell in love like you always
wish you didn't, made all their
smiles replaceable, interchangeable,
fell asleep with shadows and kept
drinking, just letting yourself sleep
with blue pills
and tried not to scream.
(keep this image in your head:
fire and nectarines, a sudden jerk
of realization, inspiration
breaking your neck and leaving you forever
breaking bones is not so different
from breaking hearts - it's all about
the leverage, the angle, the mode
(and at least it wasn't personal;
it can color in your own guilt
for starting lines and never ending
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