Things I write into my phone at 2.34 am (that’s what the file says) when I wake up after dreaming of these two.
"Do you regret sending her away?"
"Yes." Thor looks down at their entwined hands, so different against the dark blue silk, light and dark, but none of them innocent. "But I do not regret choosing you."
Loki’s cheek is cool against Thor’s skin where he rests his head between Thor’s shoulders, and Thor lets go of all his regrets.
He chose a life with Loki, because a short life of happiness with Jane, however much joy it would bring to him, is not worth losing a life time with Loki. His love for Loki is different, less gentle and more of it, a raging thunderstorm where his love for Jane is a gentle breeze.
He has no doubt that Loki loves him back.
Where Jane’s love is like the touch of a butterfly, soft, a great joy that is gone too soon, Loki’s love is like the sharp blade of a knife. Dangerous and exciting, promising great pleasure if wielded right, an abyss of pain at the slightest misstep. Loki does not know how to love the way Thor does, that there is love without pain, because despite all their best intentions, they failed to teach him.