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New York Fun Times [closed to hashisreasons]

Honestly? She was not in the mood for dealing with SHIELD or the Avengers when she arrived to... volunteer her services for being an escort for Loki. She understood the basic principal - he had attacked one of the most visible cities on Earth and caused a lot of damage and there needed to be reparations for such a thing - but if they wanted him to improve in behaviour, such restrictions were not the way to do it. They would only cause resentment and further problems.

And so she showed up to take him out. She didn't think they expected that...

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"We have always been truthful with each other. I've never held anything from you in the past." And yet, he knew what she meant. He knew that things would be different from now on. "Eventually, we will have to leave this room..."

"I know," she said, "but for now, I would rather not think on that." A knock at the door had her rising, grabbing her own dressing gown. "That will be our food."

Loki nodded his head and rose to his feet. His hand turned over and he winked at her as he conjured some money out of thin air. It was, in fact, real money. It was just hidden away. His illusions were legendary and it would have taken too much time to tell her what he'd done with it. Similar to hiding the Tesseract, he had pockets where nobody would think he had pockets.

Loki moved over to the door and answered it, smirking at the young man on the other side of it. "Hello. Well, hmmm... Delicious." He really wasn't clear if he was talking about the man or the food. When she was dressed, Loki stepped back to allow the man entrance. "Place the cart over there, please." He stepped over and paid the man well, tipping him much more than he probably needed to.

He was so pretty, he wondered if Diana would let him keep the lad.

She was impressed by the conjuring, and wondered if he would ever explain exactly how it worked to her. While she didn't personally have the talent for magic, she had long been interested in how it worked and what it was capable of. Unfortunately, most people whom she had met that could use it were often people she was fighting against.

She raised an eyebrow at his actions. Oh, she knew what he was likely thinking but honestly, the young man had to work and could get into seriously trouble for taking pleasure with guests during these working hours. She would not like to be responsible for someone losing their job.

Loki watched her, rolling his eyes as he shook his head. He knew what she was thinking. Reluctantly, he stepped out of the way and allowed the man to leave the room. Closing the door behind him, he stepped back over to her and lifted the covers from the food trays.

"You are no fun," he said softly, pouting up at her. "Too honest. He was pretty."

"He was very pretty," she agreed, coming over to look at the food and decide what she wanted to eat. "But had we distracted him from his work he may have well ended up unemployed and that is nothing we want to be the cause of."

"So, what exactly did you order?" He glanced up at her, raising an eyebrow. He really didn't want to discuss it with her. He knew she was right, but he wanted to have fun. He liked causing his mischief. Instead, he chose to change the subject and focus on the food, for now.

"The pancakes you wished for," she pointed them out. As well as syrup, they had provided some fruit as an accompaniment, which she thought was rather nice of them. There were also eggs and other breakfast meats.

Loki smirked and reached out, grabbing a strip of bacon and nibbling on it. Moving up behind Diana, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close. His eyes closed as his nose pressed up beneath her ear, lips softly nuzzling her. "Mmm, perhaps if I ask very nicely, I can lick the syrup off of you," he teased. One hand moved up into her hair, gently threading his fingers through it. "You look so beautiful in the morning."

Diana reached for some of the fruit, happy at its freshness. She laughed.

"Perhaps." An agreement. "And again, you are very biased."

"You are one to talk." He nipped her shoulder, but reluctantly stepped away. One hand moved down her back, gliding along her spine as he removed himself. "Bias runs deeply with both of us."

She considered his words with a tilt of his head. "I think you are right," she agreed. "But is it necessarily a bad thing?"

"That depends." He glanced up at her. "Some would claim that emotions are a weakness." He might even have made that claim not so long ago, before he'd ever met her.

"I would say that emotions can bring strength even in the darkest of times." Diana said, meeting his gaze easily. It was something she felt strongly on, after all.

"Yes, but..."

Loki looked at her, smiling as he made his way over to the mirror and motioned to himself. He had a point and he hoped he was trying to be clear in making it. Look who she was speaking too. Someone who, for a very long time, concealed his emotions. He didn't share. He didn't let anyone did. If he did, it was always for a false and nefarious purpose.

"And sometimes emotions can be the death of you. It's a fine line," he murmured.

She moved over to him, laying her hand lightly on his shoulder

"And so, it is.important we find a balance."

Loki turned to her, raising an eyebrow. He gazed at her hand, raising his own to trap hers on his shoulder. He smiled, leaning in close to brush his lips to her cheek. "A balance," he murmured against her skin, before pulling away to gaze into her eyes. "My balance is there are very few people I want to trust my emotions to."

"To be one of the lucky few is a great honor," she said softly, leaning against him in a show of comfort and understanding. She did understand what he was telling her, of course she did, and she could not refute his own sense of balance when hers was similar - while she was open, only few knew the true depths.

"Yes, it is." Loki turned to her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body firmly close to his. He smiled at her, leaning in to nuzzle her neck, kissing up to her ear. He should eat. They should get dressed and do something and leave the bedroom, but he wanted none of that. One hand crept up into her hair, toying with it as he teased her neck. "I feel blessed," he whispered.

It was blissful - it was the only word that fit. Him wrapped around her in the way he was, the world shut out and there was no one but them. She rested her head against him, nuzzling close.

"A feeling shared."

"Diana, my goddess..." He pulled away, staring at her with one raised eyebrow. "What is... I mean... Eventually we'll have to leave." He let out a sad sigh. "Do you have a plan for when that happens eventually? Where... Where do we go from here?" Because honestly, he needed her to tell him. He knew what he wanted, but he didn't know what she did.

Everything would change when they left the room, she knew that, and she did not look forward to it. In here, they could be themselves, and that was something so beautifully rare. Out there? Out there, the world had their own decisions on them both. Diana sighed, reaching out and laying her hand on his cheek.

"We fight," she said. "As we always do, but we fight together." She stepped away, looking towards the window, looking out at the healed New York, and the people who thrived.

"What happened can never be forgotten," she said simply, "but that does not mean that forgiveness is forever out of reach, and we will remind people of that."

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."

"New York has forgiven far worse than what you did to it," Diana's voice was soft, leaning against him in a show of comfort. It would easy, she knew, to stay in their bubble that the room provided. But it was not who they were, even if he would claim otherwise sometimes.

"It will take time, but that we have."

"I think you and I, generally speaking, are blessed with an abundance of time among all others." He chuckled into her ear, letting his lips kiss the spot just behind it. "New York may have forgiven, but that is not who I was referencing. The city is not at the top of my concerns."

He sighed, taking one of her hands and threading their fingers together. "I don't want to go back."

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