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[realistics]

Loki. Don't do that. Don't toss out excuses.

[She shakes her head, still struck with a continuous hurt, shared in their lasting glances. She doesn't stop moving in closer to him, even if she makes no contact, fingers stretching out at her sides.] All I want is for you to be honest with me. I told you — I'm here for you. But I can't do that if you keep hiding everything from me.

[ikols]

[ It's true, though. Looking her over, he tries to find a foothold. In the end, he trips over a once-silver tongue that now lays leaden. ]

I'm sorry, Verity. I never intended to hurt you.

[realistics]

[It is true, just as everything he does tell her. Just like this. Her chest aches even so with every word, but the anger in her eyes simmer down and past the frustration is still continuous concern for the only person she's ever been able to call her best friend.]

Then remember that it's not just you. This friendship isn't just Loki. It's you and me. I'm here too. Trust me the way I've tried to trust you. This relationship — this friendship doesn't work if you can't do that.

[ikols]

I will try.

[ His hands are offered as his eyes stay down, finding it the opportune time to get everything off his chest at once. The possibly relevant details, anyway. Tired as he is, after a weighty pause Loki sighs. ]

The boy had a best friend. He was so scared of the things I might do to her that he had her cast into the ancient past, far beyond my reach. Leah was one of the constructs I accidentally fortified. You see, even he knew I would be awful to anyone who trusted me.

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[It takes a moment but when she takes his hands, she does so tightly, suddenly never wanting to let go again. Even now, he means so many things to her, even if the fright over the secrets keep her full of worry.]

You want to change. You want to be better. That wasn't a lie. But you need to prove that. You can't change what's happened, but you can still stop that future. I still — [Her fingers lace with his and she tilts her head to catch his eyes.] I still believe in you. I do.

[ikols]

[ His hands in hers are gentle as they squeeze, even by mortal standards. There's a horrid lump in his throat, one he wishes he could carve out. ]

Trust in me, even if you can't trust me at the time. Believe I will fix things in my own way, even if it seems I'm not. I can't be anything but Loki.

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[She rubs at his knuckles with her fingertips, the gesture for her own sake just as much as his. She should be raged over this, kicking him out the door, but he told her. Late as he is, he stepped up on his own to reveal everything, the entire truth. And whether in this world or the last, she needed him just as much as he needed her.]

I know. You — you still have me. I'm not going anywhere. [If her hold is any indication.]

[ikols]

[ One of his hands slips free, threading through the back of her hair to draw Verity close. A soft peck is placed on her hair-line, and he chins her crown in relief. ]

Thank you. Thank you for staying, even if you hate me for this.

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I don't hate you.

[She sighs, eyes closing with that kiss as she's reeled in closer with ease.] I just need you to be more honest with me. No more secrets, Loki. I can't — I won't be able to handle being in the dark again.

[ikols]

I can't tell you everything I've done or may do, or even might need to. Please don't hold me to Thor's standard.

[ Otherwise, she'll be so disappointed. ]

Trust me even when I'm not being entirely honest.

[realistics]

That's not what I'm doing. [He's not Thor, not even close, and she wouldn't want him to be.]

But I need to know you'll treat me more like your friend and not just as your convenience.

[ikols]

Verity, if you think anything about you proves convenient for me, we have a serious problem.

[ He has to laugh at that, chest shaking. ]

[realistics]

[His laugh has her smiling and she tilts forward, forehead resting on his shoulder as her own chuckles rise.]

Good, if I mean trouble for you, then we're even.

[ikols]

Let's see. Actual God of Lies, Mischief, and generally Shady Supervillain Dealings hanging out with a woman who can call him on every ounce of his own bullshit. Yes, that's very convenient for all my Scooby Doo dickering about.

[ His arms come up around her shoulders, giving a squeeze, and he keeps her within the circle of them a little longer. Just because he can (and she lets him). ]

[realistics]

I think someone's got a kink for being called on his own bullshit.

[When his arm find their way around her, she can't find a reason not to put her own around his waist, nails bundling up the back of his shirt as she gets comfortable in his hold.]

My tolerance must really be keeping you around then, because otherwise, I don't see why you do.

[ikols]

[ His snort of a soft laugh doesn't address the notion of a kink (!!), even if he gives a wriggle so she has to hold onto him that much more. ]

I keep you around because ... I believe I would be a very different person without you, and it scares me what that might mean.

[realistics]

[She doesn't see how she could have that much of a strong effect but her fingers press into his back from the words anyway.]

Then it's good you got stuck with me, I guess.

[ikols]

[ His nose nudges her temple. ]

Verity, why do you let yourself be stuck with me?

[realistics]

[It's a question she has to ask herself sometimes, one that never gets a definite answer. If only because there's a thousand answers. He listens. He's honest. He apologizes. He cooks (an added bonus really). It hurts when he does hide the truth, it means something to her and it isn't often that she finds herself caring for such things.

She could go on saying all these things at one, but as she pulls her head back to look at him, a slight shrug in place, she sums it up.]

Because my life actually feels real with you in it.

[ikols]

[ It's a touching answer, one he isn't immediately sure how to take. Instead, he defaults to arching a brow and wriggling his hips again in a squirmy dance, hands bracingly rubbing her back. ]

Luckily for you, you get to feel a whole lot more of me on this adventure!

[realistics]

[That wriggling dance breaks off the tension with a laugh as she pinches at his back teasingly, shaking her head.]

What a horror! I'll definitely never get rid of you now.

[ikols]

I'll have you know that some people, whom we both know, have found it incredibly hard to resist my wiles in the past.

[ He squeaks (Eep!) when she pinches his back, sweeping an arm under her knees to pick her up in the next moment with a spin on the spot. ]

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Really, who's found it hard to — ahh!

[With her own squeak, a rare, high pitched sound, her arms rush up around his neck as she's picked up, eyes wide with surprise even as laughter rings out, nervous as it is.]

Loki!

[ikols]

[ He carries her to the sofa, sinking down on it with Verity in his lap; much better. An arm drapes around the back of the cushioning as he pats her knees. ]

Take a wild guess.

[realistics]

You're treating me like a kid. I hated sitting on Santa's lap, for your information.

[A playful pout spreads on her face but her amusement leaves her making no moves to shift from her placement, hands settling comfortably over his shoulders.]