[ Having briefly woken before her, Loki simply nudges her head against his cheek and makes no other motion to rise. This morning, he'd awakened next to the warmth of a loved one -- because as much as he cannot bid himself to admit it, she does ensnare his heart fully -- and he'd feared to move would break the spell, this magick she'd indulged for him, to remain at his side. Now that she'd stirred, he contemplates the wisdom, or lack thereof, in hoarding her for the day. Of all the kingdoms and races, though, the Light Elves would be the most understanding of a Midgardian's need to satiate their curiosity in such a fae-like realm.
Probably chortle to themselves in conspiratorial delight to see the Midgardian and her hand-maiden so close together.
His arm, wrapped around her smaller frame, shifts to allow him to brush strands of hair away from her face. ]
Wanda, [ he murmurs, his voice still thick with sleep. He supposes he'll need to get out of bed one way or the other, to address the matter of breakfast -- though, realistically, she'll likely be the one to take the reins, his own experience quite lacking in comparison... ]
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Probably chortle to themselves in conspiratorial delight to see the Midgardian and her hand-maiden so close together.
His arm, wrapped around her smaller frame, shifts to allow him to brush strands of hair away from her face. ]
Wanda, [ he murmurs, his voice still thick with sleep. He supposes he'll need to get out of bed one way or the other, to address the matter of breakfast -- though, realistically, she'll likely be the one to take the reins, his own experience quite lacking in comparison... ]