While Sylvie is aware she and Loki are much more different than they are similar, a vein of fear runs through all of this she suspects he can feel, too. Loving someone is to be vulnerable, to offer them a way to destroy you, it's dangerous, the way she exposes her heart for him.

There is every chance he might change his mind one day. Every chance he might want more, something else. She's afraid and so he is, she has to believe he is, but something else is warmer and bigger and more important than that fear.

"Perhaps next time we need to say something big to one another, we can do it without the blood," she teases as she pulls back to look at him. "I don't think I've ever loved anyone before you."