Then again, did the Goddess of Death truly ever sleep? Loki wasn't sure. He had yet to see her asleep, his own body too exhausted to remain awake after their coupling. Sleep would take him not long after completion, his mind and body shutting down so thoroughly that he had no idea if Hela ever even remained by his side through the night. It was hard to admit, even to himself, that he missed affection, true affection. What he wouldn't give for the warmth of a body wrapped around his cold one, fingers carding through his hair as he dozed languidly between sleep and wakefulness. Another casualty of his choices, it would seem.