Imagine Loki holding you, and you requesting to see the sunrise. Instead of watching it with you, he looks at you with his back to it. When you ask him if he wants to see it, he replies that he's holding it in his arms.
“I want to see the sunrise.” You say gently. He faintly smiles at you, his eyes smiling more than his lips. He turns around and kicks the door open, his eyes fixed on your face. As you step out on the porch your eyes are drawn to the magnificent colors rising over the lake. Loki sets you on the back of a sturdy chair, his arms still wrapped around your waist as you look over his shoulder to the sunrise. You breathe deeply as the bright red and cyan colors paint your vision, orange and yellow reflecting off your face and eyes. The few clouds in the sky are shimmering white and the stillness of the water captures the color, making them a shade darker and richer. It’s captivating. “Don’t you want to see it?” You glance at him. He’s lost in a sort of trance as he traces your features with your eyes. The feeling of being seen and felt rushes over you, bringing a nervousness that you can't explain. His voice is quiet when he finally responds. “I do see it, I hold it in my arms already.” His velvet voice lulls you. “She is brilliantly colored, bright enough to drown out the darkest nights.” Your heart skips a beat, and Loki runs his finger over your jawline. “Her touch warms my heart after the bitter cold of the day, never hiding her beauty from my sight.” You look at Loki, wonder in your face, but his solemn eyes follow the path of his feather touches that run over your neck. “Her beauty calls the sleepers awake, always bringing the promise of warmth.” He doesn’t meet your gaze but closes his eyes as he gently nuzzles his nose against your hair and pulls you into a deeper embrace. You wrap your arms around his neck, welcoming the closeness you two possess.