He stood there; Emily wrapped in his arms in the middle of the sidewalk, and simply breathed. It was all he could do to keep himself from tearing up, being deprived of her for this long was torture and he couldn’t bare it again. Loki had told himself when he walked away that night that is fate wanted this, she would find him again. He knew better than to ignore such a sign a second time.
She was here, breathing, warm, and she was full of life like he’d never felt in her before. She was still his Emily but there was something he could not place that was different. Good different. It drew him to her more.
"People are staring." He chuckled in a whisper as he made no move to let her go.
She peered to her left as murmurs and hushed clucking arose. “Let them. I haven’t held you for months.” Felt more like years really. She vividly recalled the first time she’d touched him; holding his hand as he lay broken in the hospital bed.
Emily nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck more. The light wind that circled the pair was chilly and yet she felt no ill effects. Being in his arms was much like the warmest blanket she could ask for. Her whole being stirred. “Would you like to go back home?” The home she referenced was one that they had called their own when they became a couple. One that she moved from when he left. It was now *his* home.
Perhaps it could be theirs again.