Pepper’s skinny belly tightened under her servant’s clothes. ”I wouldn’t ever hate you, never. But if you forgot that, doesn’t that mean that you’d forget me? And you won’t forget me,” she said confidently.
Loki felt her tighten a little, but carried on tracing nonsense patterns over her dress. His voice was husky with emotion.
”I promise you, Pepper, I will never forget you in all the centuries I shall live.”
Pepper’s hand traveled from Loki’s shoulder to his cheek. She leaned toward him, hesitated, then curled closer to press her mouth to his, her face tight with an earnest expression.
Loki shifted, trying to move with his eyes closed. He slid his arm from her waist, moving it to lightly grip the back of her neck. Keeping his mouth on hers, Loki managed to kneel on the bed, leaning over Pepper protectively. She was his, his, no-one else.
And I am hers.
[omg feeeeeeels]