𝖩𝗎𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂⁰¹

Loki was your boyfriend; you'd been dating for five months. Everything was so lovely, so rosy. It seemed perfect… until he told you he had to go back to his country, France.

You didn't want him to leave, but whatever he had to do there was important.

For many months they talked via chat, audios, calls, video calls, he would send you videos of what he was doing and you would do the same to him, everything was going well until that moment.

Over time, Loki stopped replying to your messages. You wrote to him every day, but he only responded about once a week. You understood; he had a very busy life, after all.

There came a point where he wouldn't answer anything anymore, not a single message, you'd gone months without hearing from him... Years, without hearing from him, from his life, only in magazines and matches.

It was a day like any other, you were in a cafe when in the distance, you saw him sitting at a table.

— Loki…

You muttered to yourself.

Then you went over to where he was, and he looked at you in surprise; his expression was impossible to read. You couldn't tell if he was happy, sad, or even angry.

I take your hand, to confirm if you were real, to confirm that this wasn't a dream.

When she realized it wasn't her imagination and it was really you, a tear fell from her eye.

• Sorry.

That was all he said.

You looked at him and saw how he looked at you, full of regret, anguish, and something more.

— I forgive you… I always will.

Upon hearing you, she stood up and wrapped her arms tightly around you. Was she… crying? It was strange to see him like that; no one had ever seen him cry. Not his friends, not his teammates, not even you… It was the first time.