
Tauriel blinked as she watched his hand toy with her hair. Silence resting after his words were whispered. More than comfortable with the silence formed, tauriel slowly exhaled. Running the back of her hand down to jaw to swirl upon his throat. “–” Tauriel inclined her head, her tone soft yet heavy with the weight of concern and confusion. “There is a lump on your throat, Loki, are you alright?”Reaching a nimble hand up, he grabbed a strand of her auburn hair, twisting it gently around his finger before unwrapping it and repeating the process. “That would mean a great deal to me, thank you,” he whispered in a soft voice.
“Not anymore. Not really.” He guessed, though, that were he to lie down and close his eyes, sleep would descend upon him...
She shouldn’t do this, she knew it in her heart and her thoughts - she felt it. The temptation to devote herself to this...