The smile flashed into brilliance when she said her name, and all he heard in her voice was the same sort of thing he felt. Loki nearly sagged with relief, not really capable for a moment to keep up his normal facade.

Also, he found her did not want to.

He wove their fingers together and added to it magic, guard against the oblique but very real fear that in leaving the closet they would be separated and forget each other again. "All right," he said.

...and thank goodness he was wearing a long tunic. There was that too.