#beau is just soft around loki and i love it bYE

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@laufaes​ asked: “take your time. slow, slow. you’re doing great.”

        she feels helpless as she swings her legs over, and an apology falls from her lips as she grips loki’s hand tightly, just for a second. she knows the helplessness is due to both the injury of her sprained ( for once, slowly healing ) ankle, and the bruise on her ego it left. she winces as the weight of what’s left of her armor is unbuckled from around her chest and falls to the floor. ( she’s been bedbound for a week, only to find out that she had been left behind with the fullest intentions of letting her heal. ) but she wasn’t prepared for how much lighter she feels, and she rocks forward, fingers curling into loki’s jacket, trying to stop herself from burying her face in his chest. ❝ sorry, ❞ she utters for what seems like the millionth time, and if she knew it wouldn’t have been unwarranted, she would probably acknowledge the tears that sting her eyes. not from the pain, but for the fact that she feels like she’s consuming all of loki’s time. she doesn’t know what else the god of mischief could be doing, but she’s CERTAIN it is better than being with her. 

she leans back and presses her foot to the floor, sucking in a sharp breath as she manages to finally add her weight to it, adjusting her gown. ( it nearly comes to her ankles and she feels strange, considering it’s not what she would usually wear for the day. )  the ache sends a shock up her leg, but she bites into her lips to try and hide it from the other as she slowly pulls herself away from him, wanting to return his space back to him. after a second, the pain is gone, and she can manage what little of it remains.  the green of his clothes reminding her of the forest. her other hand settles in his, and she practically tip-toes forward to keep up with him as he guides her along. his words fall on her ears and she reminds herself to slow down as her eyes glance to his face, blue eyes meeting her gold ones. he speaks so softly, so kindly, that it sends a warmth through her chest like morning sunrise. HOW COULD HE BE SO KIND TO SOMEONE AS MEANINGLESS AS HER? she can’t understand or fathom why he bothers with her. she knows she’s a lot to handle, she’s TOO much, and she wouldn't blame him for leaving. ❝ where are we going ? ❞ she asks curiously after she squeezes his hand, this time to acknowledge that she completely trusts him enough to follow him. ❝ i’m sure you have better things to do. ❞

and yet, her fingers latch gently to his, like sunflowers leaning in towards the sun. she wonders if her mother would scold her knowing beau’s found idol worship in the god at her side, but that thought disappears as quickly as it came. she’s never been one for caring what her mother thought, or quite frankly, what anyone has ever thought.  even healing from an injury, she’s content here at loki’s side, because it reminds her that, perhaps, even with pity, he’s chosen to be here. and he owns her piety because of the reminder that he chooses her. EVEN THOUGH SHE’S YET TO FATHOM A REASON WHY. 

hurt sentence starters.        @laufaes​,    accepting.

#laufaes #🐱 𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣. 𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙩 𝙪𝙥. ( answered. ) #alright my clown is showing #beau being soft for loki is also showing #BUT THAT'S ANOTHER CONVERSATION #idk what i'm gonna do but #beau is just soft around loki and i love it bYE