Staring up into Loki's sparkling emerald eyes, Hermione felt her heart skip a beat. This was silly, this uncertainty she had when it came to Loki's affection. He'd sacrificed himself for her and their unborn child when Fenrir was threatening them, even before knowing whether she truly carried a child or not. He'd broken a treaty to come back to her and still he lingered despite the growing threat in the other realms. Relaxing, she reached up and carded her fingers through his long, dark hair. Feeling the rush of affection swell inside her soul, she let go of her jealousy and focused solely on Loki and how her heart felt when he was near.