Sitting there, with the sheets tangled around his naked body, Loki had never felt more lost. Once long, long ago, this is what he'd wanted. Power. Pleasure. Hela. Now... He wasn't so sure. He still yearned for that power, but he had that with Jotunheim. Pleasure? That had been easy enough to obtain with Hermione, in more ways than just that between two bodies. Sighing, he raked a hand through his dark locks, matted and tangled from the night before. He'd given that future up, walking away when Hermione told him to go. He'd chosen this and now he had to follow it through.