"Loki! The world is ending! What have you done?!" Shouted Tom, looking panicked, as he nearly glared at the mentioned god.
"What have I done? Everything here was done, to protect you from these vile Midgardians, Tom. You created me. I can't let them taint your perfect mind." Loki widened his arms welcoming-ly. "Come here, I'll keep you safe."
And Tom did as he said, standing as close to Loki, who was once just a figment of his imagination, as possible.
He was in love, and could forgive Loki of anything. Ending the world, included.
Loki knew this. And so, he just stood there, rejoicing in the love he felt, his face reading but one thing only.
Fuck yeah.
