Loving him, it hurts so much.
He's always off on his travels through time and space, seeing so much and returning very rarely. He's got so many friends; he's insane, adorable, beautiful… and it hurts so much.
Because Loki, well, he is nothing. He's a cynic, a killer, a prisoner – there is no end to the amount of things he has done. He regrets doing them so much, yet he continues to kill and destroy and betray the people he loves, and that must say everything about him.
Whenever he returns, he's filled with stories about his travels. The places he's been, how amazing they were, and how he worries for Loki. He misses him, he says. He doesn't understand why Loki won't go with him. There are many reasons for that.
When he asks how things have been in Asgard, Loki has to lie. Fine, he says. Little has occurred, little will continue to occur. The other smiles, cute and happy, and Loki forces a smile. Be strong, for him.
After a few days, he will pack up and leave again. He will kiss Loki goodbye, hold him tightly, tell him he will be back soon, though he rarely is. Loki will smile, nod, and wait until he leaves to break down and cry.
Loving him, it hurts so much.
For he is the day, and Loki is the night.
