Loki missed David.
Wandering the streets of Wisconsin in the bitter cold of winter, it’s all he ever thought about. David david david.
And then David some more.
He wonders, oftentimes, if he’s found someone else by now, and knows without a doubt he has to have.
David’s the kind of person people want to be with.
And yet he left him.
He. Left. Him.
He slides down the wall, curls his arms around his knee, and looks skywards.
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