“In golden gardens of sorrow and raindrops of silver, I will create a paradise where I will continue to love you, until the end of time, and even after that I will continue to love you.”
The man that stood before you was not the man you had fallen in love with, the man you were still in love with.
No, the man you fell in love with was a man whose glowing green eyes had charmed you, eyes that shone with mischief and playfulness. The man that had conjured up exotic flowers and golden butterflies that enchanted you beyond belief. Whose silver tongue deceived all, but only spoke soft sweet words to you. The man who trailed light kisses from your neck to you jaw, passionate kisses to your lips set you on fire. Whose strong arms wrapped around your small frame protectively who told you that he loved you every day.
The man before you, separated by a wall of glass was not that man.
Your Loki was gone, replaced by a man whose eyes we