Loki sighed from deep within his chest, his hands clasping behind Lydia like a lock. He wondered if he would ever get over the idea that a woman who looked like her could look at him in the manner she was looking at him, now. From his perspective, her red hair danced against the backdrop of the snow. He chased her hand with his lips as she brushed his forehead.
He went in for another kiss while he had her there. His jaw was shaking, much to his embarrassment. Loki's stomach and heart felt like they were crashing into each other. It had been so long since anything like this had happened to him, even remotely, that it felt unreal.
"Sorry. I'm nervous. I don't really get nervous about anything."