Loki, even if he was too much of a prideful fool to admit it, loved you. He loved your smile, the way your eyes seemed to light up with little fireworks whenever you laughed or talked about something you were passionate about. He could appreciate your dedication and striving for perfection, how elegant you could be when you really wanted to. He loved the sarcasm, the snide and the pride that resembled his. But you were in a relationship. Not with him, no with some bastard that didn't deserve you