[ 'You'll be my hero' snags his thoughts like a thorn on a sweater. It simply isn't him -- never has been, not after he dropped the foolish dream of his childhood. Thor was the hero. Loki was merely the sidekick. Adviser. Soother.
All he does, however, is offer her a bland smile before leaving. It was and still is his intention to pour some of the jötunn chill into the cloth, which makes her 'hero' remark ever more ironic.
That and the koldskål returns with him, the latter seasoned with cinnamon, long enough for Wanda to have drifted into the in-between. Just stepping into her quarters ignites that dull ache in his chest that has waxed and waned since first appearing, and Loki isn't certain he'd like to know why now.
Perhaps it's the way he brushes aside her hair, allowing the frost to coat his fingertips just briefly before placing the colder cloth onto her forehead, or the small furrow to her brow indicating discomfort from Muspelheim's touch. He is technically capable of offering her relief, but...
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All he does, however, is offer her a bland smile before leaving. It was and still is his intention to pour some of the jötunn chill into the cloth, which makes her 'hero' remark ever more ironic.
That and the koldskål returns with him, the latter seasoned with cinnamon, long enough for Wanda to have drifted into the in-between. Just stepping into her quarters ignites that dull ache in his chest that has waxed and waned since first appearing, and Loki isn't certain he'd like to know why now.
Perhaps it's the way he brushes aside her hair, allowing the frost to coat his fingertips just briefly before placing the colder cloth onto her forehead, or the small furrow to her brow indicating discomfort from Muspelheim's touch. He is technically capable of offering her relief, but...
The koldskål is certainly less damning. ]