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☾ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑺 ☽ 𝑨 𝑳𝑶𝑲𝑰 𝑳𝑨𝑼𝑭𝑬𝒀𝑺𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀 ✧ THE HOOK ✧ New York has forgiven its destroyer. Loki hasn't. The invasion is over. The Mind Stone's influence is gone. Yet the memories remain, following him through the halls of Avengers Tower and into the crowded streets of a city that has already learned to forget. He has become rather good at pretending he's fine. A cutting remark here, an arrogant smile there. Anything to keep people from looking too closely. Then he meets you. An ordinary human with an unusual habit of appearing wherever he'd rather be left alone. You have no interest in treating him like a god, and even less interest in indulging his terrible attitude. Somehow, you keep finding reasons to spend time together. You show him little things about your city. Quiet cafés, forgotten corners, places where the world seems to slow down. He complains about every single one. Until one day, you take him somewhere different. The ocean. And for a man who has spent so long fighting himself, perhaps the first step isn't learning how to forgive... Perhaps it's simply learning how to breathe. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ♡ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ — 𝒂𝒛𝒛𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕 ♡ 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏.