"Of course it isn't, we're here," she replies, then rolls onto her side and presses her palm against Loki's stomach. She still has dried blood in her hair, they're both dusty from the time on the island without shelter and the fight, but she's not sure she's ever seen him look as beautiful as he does in this light, the pink of the sunrise catching the hollows of his cheekbones.

In a quick movement, she slips onto his lap, thighs on either side of him, just so she can look down at him properly.

"I made the wrong choice before," she says, hands resting on his stomach. "When I chose vengeance over you."