Relief, pure and unadulterated, flooded Hermione as she watched Loki move toward the bed. His eyes raked over her body, and she felt herself flush despite the tears that still rolled down her face. Besides that one time in her dreams, she’d not seen her lover in nine months, and she realized, suddenly, she’d missed him terribly. "Loki," she breathed, his name caught between a gasp and whisper, pain still making her ache.