1x1 Loki Laufeyson

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She knew that. Everyone else didn't seem to realise it but she knew he wouldn't. Harleen couldn't explain it, but it was something she simply felt. His hand was warm against her cheek, as she closed her eyes as instructed. As he spoke, the memories were flooding through her head, it was a rush, almost exciting but of course not everything was bright. A tinge of sadness seemed to run through every memory and that build up quickly became painful. Not physically but emotionally, and then somehow it only seemed to get worse.

He wasn’t a monster, Harleen could see that. It reminded her of her own home, how being the only daughter from four pushed her aside for some traditional reason or another. How her father had been lost to the police and she hadn’t really seen him since. It drove Harleen into a want to understand, but it didn’t prepare her for Loki’s story. Listening to his voice, made her almost want him, to prove that there was someone who truly cared. She couldn’t keep that level of thought sharing professional but wasn’t sure if the magic worked both ways. Part of her hoped it didn’t whereas the other half wanted to dive in and tell him. “I’m not afraid of you, Loki.” She echoed her previous words, much softer this time. She wasn’t afraid, but more emotion than intended slipped through.

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