[He leaned in until their foreheads touched, closing his eyes. A few tears streaked unnoticed down his cheeks, one more loss to add to the list, but he couldn't blame the man for not knowing him, not being his Loki. Or rather, the alternate Loki he'd finally gotten close to back on the island. For all he knew, it really was the same Loki who'd come to his world. At least the man knew a Captain America.

That was a start, right?]


S-Sorry. I'm sorry. I . . . there was another Loki. We were . . . getting close. Don't . . . Is it alright? To stand this way for just a bit? I won't force you to stay.