I don't want one night. I want all nights. I want all of you, forever.

I don't care where I come from or who you are. I can make you happy, and you make me happy. We could have a happily ever after.

Can I cut off your head?"
"Are you asking for my permission?

This is the way the world ends; not with a bang or a whimper, but with zombies breaking down the back door.

And I told you that one night wan't enough."
Loki leaned down, kissing me deeply and pressing me to him. I didn't even attempt to resist. I wrapped my arms around his neck. It wasn't the we had kissed before, not as hungry or fevered. This was something different, nicer.
We were holding onto each other, knowing this might be the last time we could. It felt sweet and hopeful and tragic all at once.
When he stopped kissing me he rested his forehead against mine. He breathed as if struggling to catch his breath. i reached up and touched his face, his skin smooth and cool beneath my hand.
Loki lifted his head so he could look me in the eyes, and I saw something in them, something I'd never seen before. Something pure and unadulterated, and my heart seemed to grow with the warmth of my love for him.
I didn't know how it happened or when it had, but I knew it with complete certainty. I had fallen in love with Loki, more intensely than anything I had felt for anyone before.

You have no idea of what you are doing to me,” he warned.
She smiled. “Are you trying to frighten me? Because it is not working.”
“No, I can see that. Just as well because it is too late.”
“For you or for me?”
“For me,” he said. “I am lost.”
“That makes two of us.”
“Then I am not lost, after all. You have found me.