With theas hands

A/N:

Only to make somethings clear, in this chapter there will be explicit smut or Lemon, whatever you call it. You may skip it if you want or not, that is up to you ;) and thank you all for your powerstones, I'm so happy that you like this fic <3

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Harry looked over at Hermione as she was in her researching mood; without her, they would have gotten as far as they had. But why did it feel like there was something that was starting to grow in between them? And not only her, but the feeling was even towering on Ron also. It felt strange, not sad or anything, only a sense of distancing, or maybe it was a new way to see the world? Harry had no idea, but ever since his creature heritage had awoken, he had changed, both in body and mind. He was equally much like Harry as he started to become Harald. Was it even his detachment he was feeling?

Harry stared down at the blank paper in front of him. He could not shake the feeling that they were utterly and entirely on the wrong path. As it looked now, they had barely gone through a tenth of all the books at their disposal. And it was after they divided it between three pieces! A painful bang shot through Harry, and he grimaced as the feeling spread through his torso. It was not so dangerous per say, more unpleasant, like someone stood outside a window and hit it with full force but not chattering the barrier.

The last memory was not precisely any help, although he felt the warm fuzzy feeling hugging him as he remembered the peaceful days. Honestly, he had loved them; that had been a core memory of his family. Harry closed his eyes. Was the answer really in his memories? Why was it precisely these memories that he re-experienced as strongest? Was it because of Harald's feelings? That it was somehow connected to important events for him, and if so, why could he not remember the rest? Some parts were there but not all, absolutely not. Harry tried to step out of his subjective role as a spectator of memories and examine them more objectively.

He was the death master, the other half of chaos, the one who created the balance between the two of them. He had magical creature blood in his veins, which leads to a massive increase in his magical ability. He can feel energies, sense people where they are and if they pretend to be a threat. Loki was the more violent of them both, but that did not mean that Harald was the weak one, rather the opposite; he could see reason and use his strength to the full. They had a strong connection with each other, a deep love, a need. It always came back to that; they need each other to balance: like Yin and yang, light and darkness, death and creation.

Harry slowly opened his eyes as he stared down at the wooden table. He had somehow died and left Loki out of balance. But he had to welcome Death with open arms. Honestly, Harry could not see Harald do that, he would never give up on Loki, not with the love he was feeling but perhaps was that it?. Harry swore low and clenched his fist so hard that his knuckles turned white in protest of the action.

"the answer is not in the books" Harry put the book together hard; the sound echoed in the otherwise quiet room.

"It must be here somewhere, Harry, do not give up," Hermione called softly from her corner, she felt the same, but there must be something somewhere.

Harry shook his head "if it were true, we would have found it already. I have my soul mark, which means Loki is in our time. He is a demigod, so his lifespan is different than our" he started walking the floor, the wings fluctuating behind him in with each step he took. "we can assume that it has been several years, even centuries since the memories took place, so we have to figure out why now? what have changes, or what will happen? "

"What do you want us to do then?" Ron asked wearily; he was clearly in favor of another method than reading in old dusty books. "We have no leads or anything."

"something is going on," Harry stopped. "I feel it, do not ask me how, but this feeling," he grabbed the front of the shirt and hugged it hard, his heartbeat thundered in his ears. "I think I have to remember how Harald died to know what was going on."

"How are you going to do it? So far, the visions have come from time to time and not at any particular time or whatever you have been doing so fare" Hermione walked up to them, books still in her arms

She was right, he knew it. Harry nibbled on the thumbnail and looked out of the colorful window, the feeling still surrounded him like a thick blanket. Choking and hugging at the same time. Like a snake, it curled up along his chest, and he closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. But instead of putting away the feeling he had done before, he now let it embrace him, the cold dark feeling stroked him and he let it do so, even welcoming in.

The feeling of death flowed through him, and he moved his hand lightly through the invisible energy and reached for it. It was as if the answer was right at his fingertips, but he did not manage to get to it no matter how hard he tried. It was not his. Harry slowly opened his eyes, and the world around him had taken on a more golden tone; and he looked down at his own hands and saw his veins light up in a subdued golden tone. At each heartbeat, the glittering gold dust was pumping around in his vein. He looked up and let it land on his two companions and saw the same thing at them, but theirs was silver.

"Huh," this was new, he stopped in his pacing and stared.

Ron looked up when Harry had just stopped, and his eyes widened in sheer surprise. "Bloody hell, mate, you are doing it again," his friend breathed out in amazement and slowly got up from the armchair.

Harry could feel the magic embrace him, and he let it do so; his wings suddenly melted into his back more and more with each deep breath he took, and he hugged his fists before relaxed. Felt how the muscles responded accordingly. His hair had waves of the same energy as his veins, and he could feel the manor exhaling, which was weird. Could a house breathe a sigh of relief? A piece of the puzzle fell into place, and he lifted his gaze.

"I know what I have to do,"

Harry went to the window, sat down with his legs crossed, and his hands resting on his knees. He did not wait for their answer. He had waited long enough already; he needed to find Loki. He exhaled and let his energy and magic flow out of him in soft waves, and he just let his mind open, and he touched his magical core and let the trance grab him as he entered the stage of meditation within seconds.

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The sun started to set, and the moon began to rise. It was time.

The symbol of the two celestial bodies represented the joining of the two lovers. The tables were covered with light grass green colors with the most exclusive glass vases with giant yellow peony and forget-me-nots in them. The air was rich with the fresh scent of the mild floral perfumes as it lays like a soft blanket over all of the guests as they all looked up at the altar where the All-Father stood behind the bonding couple.

"We are here today to join these two souls together a s one." Odin's massive voice echoed through the hall, and you could feel the energy and excitement fill the room. "Do you Prince Loki Odinsson and Prince Harald Freyrson join us here out of your own free will, to acknowledge the eternal bond shared between you?"

"Yes, we do," Loki and Harald echoed at the same time, their hands clasped in front of them. Their eyes just saw each other.

"Let's hear your vows."

Loki went first and smiled down at his smaller partner and hugged his hand a little harder than before.

"Harald Freyrson, I had loved you from the beginning of time, before the stars were born, and I will love you until the last light is gone from the universe. Of all the people I have met in my life, you became my guiding star, my light in the darkness and the one I ran to. You have shown me a love so deep I never thought was possible. You make me so happy that I even forget to breathe. You make life worth living, and I know that I want. I want to stand by your side for the rest of my life."

Harald swallowed hard and tried to hold back his feelings, but his eyes burned with tears that wanted to fall. He took a deep breath before exhaling with a smile on his face.

"I did not fall in love with you, Loki Odinson. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open; I chose to take every step along the way. I believe in both fate and destiny, but I also believe that we are fated to do the things we choose to do. And I'd choose you; In a hundred lifetimes, In a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I find you, and I'd choose you. Theas hand of mine will be yours; I will be your best friend, your lover, and your guiding light. I will cherish you through the years yet to come. These are the hands that will wipe the tears from your eyes- tears of sorrow and tears of joy. And theas hands will give you strength when you need it. With these hands, I will Lift your sorrows, I will light your way in the darkness, and I will always stand by your side."

Throughout his promise, Harald did not let go of Loki's gaze, he could see all of his feelings reflected in his eyes, and he felt them over their deep connection. The love he felt was so heavy, so wonderfully, and he hugged Loki's hands tightly so as not to let the euphoric feeling knock him out completely. His head spun, and each breath created a wave of electricity through both of their bodies; it was quite literary electrifying

The handfasting ceremony is a symbolic ritual in the eternal; it joined two people in love. It is a sacred ceremony of commitment. A long band was carried to Odin, who picked it up with extreme caution. The ribbon was in a dark green color, a symbol for both Loki and Harald. The edges were adorned with gold and along the ribbon were several marks wrapped around each other in a beautiful pattern. Odin began to wrap their hands together while letting elemental magic weave into the threads, blessing their marriage as he did so. The handfast ceremony was an ancient and appreciated pagan ritual. It is a symbolic union of a married couple tying the knot together.

"I take your hands in mine, and with this string, I will entwine your powers I'll forever bind. From now until the end of time," Odin tied the ribbon around their hands

Odin was the royal regent of all the nine realms; he was the high priest and the judgments e. This was his duty, and he did so with pleasure as he looked down at the two young men before him. It warmed his old heart, perhaps the prophecy had been wrong all along, and it had not spoken of Loki. Maybe he was not the one to bring forth the Ragnarök. With Harald by his side, they would create a new era of their own, and he was confident that the smaller male would protect his son from whatever to come.

"Here before witnesses, Loki and Harald have sworn their vows to each other. With this cord, I bind them to their vows. However, these binds are not tied so that neither partner is restricted by the other. The only true enforcement of love is the will to love."

And the people broke out in applause and shouts of happiness when the two newly married kissed and concluded the covenant with which they were blessed.

Harald rubbed the back of his neck as the stiffness started to make itself known. Loki let a hand fall on the aching place and, with skilled fingers, began to press and massage the annoying muscles in his neck. Harald had to hold back a moan of pleasure as his husband's skillful fingers found the knot and started to untangle it. He was thrilled that this whole thing was now over, and he would be even happier when everyone finally let them go so that they could enjoy their wedding night.

Now he just needed to persuade Loki that it was an excellent decision to go against the traditions. He could not sit here for another 2 hours and wait like on needles before he could finally consummate their bond. He let his magic leak out of him, licking up against Loki's skin and arm, taunting him, challenging his will.

"Careful love, we're in public," Loki chuckled low beside him and sent an impulse from his hands and pressed lightly on the sensitive nerve endings in Harald's spine.

Harald held back a moan but failed, and a low sound escaped him, and he quickly covered it with as snorting sound. "No way, it's our wedding; I say we cut it short."

" Rebellious, are we?" Loki let his long nimble fingers caress under his silky black hair and smiled mischievously when he felt the smaller man shudder under his touch.

"You should know" Harald stroked his closest hand to the outside of his thigh

Loki's pupils got more prominent from the lust that simmered through him, and he looked down at his minx, who smiled sweetly at him, "Stop it."

"Make me," Harald challenged, and the smile grew into a grin, the people around them wholly forgotten.

"Harald"

"Loki…"

Loki shook his head with a smile on his lip "stop, or I just might throw you over my shoulder and escape from this boring event," And what a sight it would be. It was a behavior he expected his dear brother to do. Not him.

"Why do you not do that then, dear husband?" Harald smiled innocently at him, eyes twinkling; it did not sound so bad in his ears

"Because our mothers would kill us?" Loki hummed as his magic pushed back at Harald, answering its calling, mingling together as they did that. He did not joke about their mothers, it was two very fierce women, and they were hard on tradition.

Harald raised his hand and caught one of the longer strands of hair that lay around Loki's shoulders and spun it around his fingers. "Or we can silently slip away under one of your illusion; you are quite good at making them."

Loki's hand stopped at what he was doing and stared down at Harald. Why had he not thought of that? A wolfish grin emerged on his face, and he chuckled darkly and tilted his head so that he could kiss the inside of Harald's wrist.

"I am, ain't I?"

Harald smiled victoriously and glanced at the guests laughing and dancing around them. Thor's booming laughter was heard in the crowd, and many toasted and drank to their honor. Harald had always been impressed with Asgradia n 's ability to drink; they took every opportunity to party and celebrate. The room was warm and well lit, and he remembered the first time he stepped through the large doors and met his fate. The day he met Loki again for the first time in several years. They had both developed so much from the young people they had once been, but at the same time, they were precisely the same as they had been. Before Harald could understand what exactly was happening, he felt a tingling sensation sweep over his body. As if someone decided to pour ice-cold water over his head.

Loki dragged him back and into the shadows created by the massive red draperies. Harald could now see a perfect illusion in front of them, they were still sitting close to each other and whispering, and the next test came when some guests came up to talk to them. Harald held his breath, but when that interaction went as planned, he felt that this could work, and he sent amused feelings over their connection. He lives they feel ashamed of fooling them all like this, but he did not, none of them feel any shame. On the contrary, it was exciting to see how easy it was to dodge without anyone realizing what was happening. Of course, the god of mischief needed a mate that had a fun streak inside of him as well.

"Come, my little minx," Loki whispered, his voice low and dark as he dragged him away from the rest of the guests.

A shiver seeped through Harald's body as he quietly followed him. He would surely follow Loki to the end of the world if he so asked him to. But this was their night. They had been intimate with each other before; they felt and given pleasure to each other with both hands and their mouths, but nothing more. Or maybe more with magic, but it was not the same thing. This evening was unique; on the seventh day of the seventh month in the seventh hour, they made their vowes. It was a magical day that suited them perfectly.

Loki gave him an amused glance before they were suddenly teleported from the shadows into their chambers. Their very own wing in the palace until their home was built. But they were not in a hurry, and besides, Loki had his princely duties which he needed to carry out. But none of that mattered now; the only thing that mattered was the other person's warm body that was close.

Loki stood entirely still, his arms around his waist, and Harald felt the dexterous fingers caress his trousers' waistband. Playful and courteous. His eyes were wholly fixed on him, and Harald could feel how his gaze burned pleasantly over his skin when he let it sweep over him.

His head was slightly bent back while he looked up at Loki, who was half a head taller than him. Loki gently had his fingers plucked from the hair ornaments that adorned it during the ceremony and let them fall to the ground. Harald's long black hair fell free, and he pulled his fingers through it, and Harald pressed his face against the touch.

"If we do this, there is no going back."

"I know," Harald replied and took his hand in his and kissed his knuckles; he was ready.

Slowly, Loki started to disrobe him. The long fingers slowly untied the knots that held his ceremonial tunic in place and let them teasingly caress the light skin underneath.

"No magic?" Harald asked in a thick voice. He stood completely still and let Loki's fingers painfully slowly work its way through the knots.

"No"

Loki slowly pulled the tunic apart, and Harald let it fall off his body, and Loki let his fingers slip up along his body. He understood why they did not use magic on occasion like this; Harald knew it himself. They both wanted to take advantage of the smallest touch they could get out of each other. He sucked up the caresses like a dry sponge. Loki's fingers promised him pleasure, and the mere thought that this was only the beginning made Harald feel how his trousers became a little too tight.

But he did not intend to let Loki be the only one to have fun. He unbuttoned Loki's cloak and dropped it around their feet in a hard thump. He put his hands under the green tunic and caressed the skin under them, hard and warm. He enjoyed the slender figure of his mate as his finger sank into the warm flesh and never broke away from his intense gaze.

He felt Loki fumbling with the metal that kept the lower half of his dress in place. The soft sound of claps unhooking filled the silence between them until nothing held up his clothes, and they fell heavy down on the ground. Pooling into a crumpled circle around their feet. Loki let his hand caress his cheek, and Harald grabbed it and hugged his hand hard before Loki's lips pressed against his own in a soft kiss. The tingling of magic quickly weaving into his body, Harald groaned as he felt how his legs almost gave out.

If it had not been for Loki's arms, he would have fallen to the ground. He felt Loki chuckled on his lips.

"I know I'm good, but this is a new record of making you fall for me."

Harald swatted his arm with a hot blush burning over his cheeks, "Do not inflate your ego more than it already is."

Loki laughed and scooped him up in his arms and successfully ignored his protest. He carried him to the bed that was ready for them, the green-blue silk blanket caressed Harald's back, and he looked up at Loki, who rose above him.

"You love my ego, admit it," teased Loki and lowered his head, and attacked the delicate ivory throat. Tasting the slightly salty skin and felt how the pulse under his lips increased when he let his teeth nibble against it.

Harald moaned softly and tilted his head back, giving him more access to his skin, "I'm not what you're talking about."

"Oh, but I think you do, my light" Loki spun and began to adorn his face with feathery kisses.

"Not at all," he gasped as Loki's lips wandered down his neck again, and a pleasant shiver went through his body. He dug his hands into Loki's thick hair and felt his hand wander along his side. The muscles played under his fingers, and he heard Loki's breathing hitched.

"Lies"

Harald laughed. "Would you not know that, oh mighty god of lies."

"Well," Loki nibbled extra hard at his collarbone this time, making Harald, which at the same time he moaned, "to be able to lie as well as I can, I need to know the truth, right?"

"True"

"There you go."

Loki suddenly moved down over his chest, and his mouth latched onto one of his sensitive nipples. Making Harald moan in pure pleasure as he did not stop there; as he used one hand to keep playing with the exposed nipple, he let his mouth wander lower, down to his smooth belly, leaving kisses and nips all over the sensitive skin. Loki let his hand caress down over the soft skin and down to his thigh, where he caressed his feathers lightly against his crotch and ignored his cock, which was rock hard already.

"So impatient," Loki hummed but did not give in to the sweet sounds that spread from his mates' lips and his hips that pressed forward.

Harald looked up at him, his flush now spread down his neck and to his chest, the goosebumps rising along the surface, and the trembling traveled through him. Loki smooths his hand over his chest and pinches his nipples that now were hard and sensitive because Harald cries out, and his hips bucked up against him at the action. Loki looked up at his little mate and liked what he wawed. The heat in Harald's eyes made him shiver as he stared into the dilated pupils. Loki grind, like the demon cat that got its cream.

"Enjoying yourself, little one?" his own eyes were bright and intense as he stared down at him.

Harald swallowed thickly, throat bobbing as he opened his mouth again, but his breath words were stolen away from him by a moan as Loki inserted a finger into the thigh entrance. Harald breathed hitch for a second, and his body tense before he relaxed again. Loki started to gentle pump in and out; he twisted his finger and curled as he tried to find his sweet spot; as he found it, Harald threw his head back and gasped for air at the sensation.

"Fuck"

Loki chuckled as he raised his head and looked down at the now almost dark eyes "what words d u use" he was teased " That's the plan; it's almost as if you liked it"

Loki let his fingers touch the same place again, and Harald's body bent up slightly, and he was rewarded with another soft moan. Loki slid in a second finger inside his little mate and started scissoring them as he pulled in and out. He was always making sure to press it right against his prostate. He watched at Harald became a bubbly mess of pleasure before he let the third finger inside, making his breath hitch in both pleasure and sweet pain as he repeated the same action as before.

Unable to resist any longer, Loki pulled his fingers out of his smaller lover and moved back, drawing a low complaining from the body underneath him.

"Tell me what you want," he murmured, "tell me what you need, my little star."

"Loki, please… .." Harald begged as he raised a trembling hand and entwined them into Loki´s mane of hair, holding on to it desperately. Like if he let go, he would fall through the floor

"Tell me, Star" forest green eyes met viridian as he stared down at his small lover. "Tell me, and I will give it to you" His heartbeat picked up speed at the gorgeous male in front of him, and remember that he was his, his to touch, his to cherish, and his to love. His skin is hot to his touch, soft and crackling with magic.

"You, I want you," Harald begged and moved underneath him, moving his hips.

"That's right," Loki breathed "beg for me," he whispered when he leveled his lips with Harald's ear and nibbled on the earlobe as the finger that still was inside his small husband started to create a lube with his magic as he set out to prepare him for something much bigger.

Drawing out a mewing sound from Harald, "Loki-…. Loki, please… Don't teas, or I will make you suffer tenfold."

Harald felt the warm air tickling his neck as Loki chuckled and kissed his collarbone, leaving a red mark as he did. "Always so demanding, my love,"

Loki pushed another finger in and, without much effort, found the sensitive bundle right away, and he knew it would leave his husband breathless. A soft growl was the only response he got before Harald wrapped his arms around the larger male waist, pulling him closer and tilting his head up, and claiming his lips in a rough but passionate kiss.

"You have no idea!" Harald breathed hard. "Now get going, or your ass will be mine."

Loki could not hold back a delighted laugh. His little one could be such a beast; no one would believe him if anyone knew how dominant and ordering Harald could be when he wanted something, And Loki loved every second of it.

"As you please, love," Loki took hold of his husband's beautiful long hair and made him tilt back his head slightly, giving him the chance to place a kiss on the nape of his neck that was blotted before him.

Harald held his breath as Loki slowly started to push himself into the now loose and drenched entrance; he choked on a moan as his eyes pressed close. Loki grunted and stilled as he was balls deep, giving his husband a chance to get used to the feeling of him. Loki kissed away a stray tear that Harald hadn't even noticed fallen from his eyes as he opened them, staring down at the beautiful sight beneath him. He started to slow-roll his hips, making Loki hiss in pleasure and grunted as he slowly pulled out, only to thrust even more in-depth next time, still at a slow, deliberate pace. He started to move with his thrusts in a new rhythm, one that sang of their union. The sound that fell from his lips was a rumbling mess.

Unable to hold on anymore, Loki quickened the pace, making Harald cry out in the new pleasure sensation and grip his arms for something substantial to ground him. Lip parted and eyes closed, he was unable to do anything other than feeling him. He wrapped his arms around his shoulder and buried his face in his husband's neck, knowing that he soon would not be able to hold on much longer.

With his lean yet muscular body flexed, Harald found himself rocked roughly every time the other slid back in. Their wet skin made a sharp slapping sound and made the slicking sound of two fully connected bodies echoing the room like some lewd music. Harald gasped breathily when he felt not only his newly named husband filling him up, but also their magic started to leak out of them, mingling together like a mist of oozing electricity all around them. Making both of them breathe it in, bath in each other's existence. Both of them lost in the physical haze of sex; this was no longer passionate lovemaking anymore; it was primal, raw, and real.

Suddenly a new electric feeling hit Harald, and he could not hold in the loud cries of pleasure as Loki repidently started hitting his prostate, again and again at the exact right angle. The mist of magic felt denser around them, suffocating, exhilarating, and it was filling them both up, and within seconds he came first, unable to hold back anymore.

Look at me, Loki growled in a dark voice." Look at me as I claim what's mine, claiming you, Harald" His voice was possessive, and as Harald did what he ordered, he was not disappointed.

Loki's eyes were on fire; it was like the magic made his eye color two shades lighter, and a circle of gold made the looks more intense and sharp than he had ever seen them.

"Yes," Harald breathed out as he tried to fill his lungs with the much-needed oxygen. "Make me…. yours," his fingers digging into flustrated skin as he tried to ground himself from the hard rhythm; he could feel a second orgasm building up painfully fast. His mouth opened in a silent scream as he felt how the magic did what his bonded said, claimed him.

And with that, Loki grunted as his orgasm washed over him; Harald could feel each spasm his body made. Automatically, his passage muscles began to seize, successfully squeezing on Loki, draining him. He could feel Loki still rocking hard into him, instinctively trying to push his come deeper into him as he possibly could do. And Harald almost comes again as the feeling of the thick cock jerk inside of him. He could feel it releasing another gush of semen deeper inside, made him see stars as their magic also exploded around them and inside of them both.

Loki's body came down, wonderfully crushing Harald as he could feel the warm liquid that still filled him up. But not only that, but Loki's magic was now also pushing inside of him, raw and eager to connect with his soul mate and bonded. It pulsed with life, and he could feel how both of their magical cores burned hot underneath their skins.

Harald threw his head back in a groan as he tried to catch his breath and tried to fight against the beautiful unconsciousness that threatened to overtake him as his magic lashed out against Loki as well. Loki's whole body was now firmly pressed against him, skin to skin, soaking up the sweat and residue magic, and there were black spots that invaded his vision and mind for a second as he felt it all connect.

It felt like his arm and back were on flames; with each sharp thrust of Loki's hips, the magic prickles their skins rawly. He had to have blacked out for a second because when he came back to it, Loki laid warm and gentle kisses all over his shoulder and up against his lovely, abused neck that surely would leave a lot of marks, but he did not care. Loki slowly laid down beside him, pulling out with a wet sound, and suddenly he felt empty like he lost something that was a part of his being. Harald felt the strong and safe arms hug him closer to his chest, and he nuzzled into Loki, seeking the warmth and feeling of safety he knew that only he could provide.

"Look," the softness in Loki's voice was of love and wonder as held up Harald's mark. The flowers were now in full bloom, all the way up to his shoulder, and without even looking, he knew it went over his back. Exactly as Loki's mark now had grown in reverse. The forget me not, and golden peony adored almost every piece of skin, and it made Harald gasp as the magic inside of them resonated with each other.

Loki chuckled and nuzzled his neck. "I love the thought that we are made for each other"

Harald could not help to chuckle as he traced the flower pattern of his husband's arm. This sizeable colorful soul mark was really rare; it was a sign of power and a show how correctly connected they were. Everything about them was…. complementary, it was a strange sensation his mushy brain could not fantasize at the moment, so he was pleased to realize that nothing could ever separate them. They were forever welded together, in this life or the next, come what may.

'I love you'

He felt his lips against his head as he caressed his back with light strokes. He could feel their magic resonance inside of him, permanently, like nothing could ever break the new bond that had been created between them. He would enjoy trying out their newly found connection.

'Love you too my little starlight'

He could even feel Loki's heartbeat next to his, like a ghost sensation that beat with the exact rhythm as his. They were no longer two persons but one and the same. And With that, Harald let the welcoming darkness claim him as he snuggled deeper into Loki's embrace as he fell asleep to the sound of his beating heart.