Loki could feel the magic at work. The raw power of it was overwhelming. As much as he hated to admit it, Stephen Strange was a formidable sorcerer and his powers might just be helpful. For a moment, he experienced everything with confusion. His mind piecing together what he was happening... the connection between them, the whirlwind of experiences. There were too many to let anyone in... to let anyone close to comprehend them but just like memories, they lingered. A comprehension in the background... a knowledge there to access it when he was ready. He poked at it. Thought of the woman in the church. Christine. The thought was accompanied by an aching. Remorse. Longing. But it wasn't his. Strange had left an imprint on his memories and mind.
"You really loved her, didn't you?" the sentence was said through gritted teeth. It was easier to focus on one tiny detail then the complexity of it all.
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