[ pulling that wrist down, he gives loki's palm a brief kiss. it's more platonic than anything. an attempt at comfort as he entwines their fingers again. part of nico feels jealous. not of loki nor of dick, but of what they have together. the comparison to percy just reminds him how something like that will never happen for him. i want you to be the exception his father had said. as it turns out, he probably won't be. ]

Go to him. [ quietly as his gaze shifts out to the waves meeting the shore. ] Go to him and make things right. It doesn't matter if you're Loki or some other god. It doesn't matter if you're not meant to be his "end game". If you love him as much as I think you do, you shouldn't be here with me. Don't make him play Psyche.