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Loki was in his favorite position to date. During non-f*****g hours, that is. Abby was wrapped in his arms as they watched the Giants whipping a*s in one of their best games of the season to date. He’d moved in a few weeks ago, and all things considered, they were happier than ever. Once they’d stopped fighting, they fit together in ways he never would’ve expected.
“Have they been your favorite since you were little?” Abby asked, looking up at him expectantly.
“f**k, yeah. Chopper and I were obsessed with the Giants when we were kids.” Chopper. His spirits sank, but this time he wasn’t going to run from the conversation. He had his woman nestled against him, the fragrance of her shampoo teasing him, and it was no longer enticing to go down the same rabbit hole to the pits of hell. On
