Loki strokes his hair, strokes his back, hands warm and strong and gentle.

"I know. I know he needed you...I know how very large your heart is, my love. And you are mine. And that doesn't change, so you should never feel guilt."

He sighs and looks down at David, slightly tired but more full of love than anything.

"I know I told you not even to try. I told you that for a reason."