[Tiredly resting her head over his heart, she lets out a long sigh, fingers dancing idly over his belly. She can hear the beating and it quiets her own voice for a moment as she listens.]
Good thing I have better uses for you here. You're as good as the blanket right now.
[ With an arm curled around her, his free fingers brush through her hair to complete the embrace and gently thread from root to tip cyclically, an old tune from the misty memories of an old, dead man rising up into his throat, pushing aside the imagery of a (supposedly) loving mother's arms around a little Loki and latching onto the inconstant feeling of safety instead. ]
[Eyes blink slowly as she listens to the lullaby, an odd sense of peace arising from it as she rests warmly against her best friend in the almost quiet vicinity of a cool room. Her palm smooths over his stomach and when she lifts up her head, it's rather subconsciously that she presses her lips in place of it, kissing gently over the fabric against his chest, a sleepy gesture mostly with the possible hint of a loyal friend — a guardian — who says I'll protect it.]
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Good thing I have better uses for you here. You're as good as the blanket right now.
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