Loki nodded his head. Slowly, he walked up behind Diana and wrapped his arms around her. He lovingly held her, resting his cheek to hers as he stared out the window with her. Gentle hands held her and his thumb brushed lightly against Diana's hand. He didn't want to think of the world outside. He knew how things would be, even with Thor. While he knew he couldn't, that they couldn't, Loki wanted to stay in the bubble of the hotel room as much as he could.

"I have always fought with you and I always will." So many wars throughout time. So many battles shared. Any time that she had needed him, Loki came. He had no problems showing up to fight by her side. She trusted him more than anyone else, with no preconceived notions about him. He owed her so much, just for being herself.

"New York. The last thing that people want to do is forgive me for what I have done." He sighed softly into her ear. "I fear that, as hard as I try, they will not see me as you do."