Who: Loki and Lydia What: Loki shut down after her dream attack. Now he's trying to sort of do the right thing. When: Sunday after she returns home Where: Lydia's place Rating/Warnings: PG-13? Kissing... Status: Complete
Loki was not terribly great at apologizing. At one time, he had been exceptionally good at it, back when he thought it mattered what his father thought of him, but that had been a long time ago. He had nearly been a different person then. Now he was on his own and trying to figure who he truly was. Most of the time, it was terribly uncomfortable.
Why he had shut down after Lydia's attack, Loki could not exactly say. Perhaps he was angry that he was not told straight away, that other people seemed so much more important than he, in the grand scheme of Lydia's life. That was a sore spot, to be sure. But as time passed and he continued to stay away, Loki realized he was feeling something other than anger, something far more difficult to grapple.
He could not have prevented Lydia's attack. Even if he had been there, there was nothing which could have stopped it. Immediate phone call or not, Loki would always have been a helpless spectator, and that was a harrowing concept in his vast, often wildly roaming mind. If Lydia had not contacted him, Loki honestly did not know how long it would have taken him to make peace with the unsolvable. He certainly was not at peace with it now, but she had called him out, and so he was on his way to her apartment.
He had flowers. It seemed smart.
But he had no idea what he would say to her. He was not even certain he was sorry.