milliways_bar | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

Enter Loki.

Actually, please don't. Especially if it involves a chainsaw. Just...stare at him, since he's pretty. Or, you know, talk to him. That would work too. Because he just came into the bar and he's sitting just at the end of it nursing a cup of tea.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"I live to serve..." You.

And he curls his arms around David.

"I spoke to Charlie today."

His heart skips a beat. And then flutters, and he smiles - a sappier smile, one's never seen.

And then, only a moment's stiffening as he mentions Charlie.

"Oh?"

"Told him everything was all right. That he shouldn't expect any smiting."

A look down to David.

"He's rather sweet, actually. I like him."

He looks up to Loki with a wry smile on his face.

"Don't you be getting any ideas, Love," he says, and beeps Loki's nose.

He looks mock-horrified.

"I'm not! Well...maybe conversion ideas. I like having people."

A small laugh and a bright smile. "I know you do. But... Charlie's still very... Catholic. For all of his blaspheming and 'sinning'."

He shakes his head with another laugh.

"I'm sure he'll love you when he gets to know you. Did he mention how I just gush about you like a lovesick teenager?"

He grins.

"Maybe."

A kiss.

"That's a 'yes, my love, he said you make him nauseous with all the lovey doveyness', then?"

He grins.

"That's a 'I'm not telling you'll have to get it out of me somehow' then."

Another kiss, this one a little heated.

"Mmm...you know, I wonder how many people really don't recognize that little version of me."

David slips his hand under Loki's shirt, tracing the water rune gently, a single drip of water running perfectly down Loki's spine in a cold, wet path to soak into the waistband of his trousers.

"Tell me what he said!" he says almost petulantly, but he's smiling.

"I don't understand it at all, really. Other than the lack of wings for the most part, you're mostly the same. Just as pretty-" a kiss, "and cute-" and another, "and Godlike. Only smaller."

He gets a slightly strangled look on his face as the water slides down his spine, but after a minute, that goes away.

"He said 'mreep' and poked my nose."

A kiss...with a nip to David's lips.

"And it's all in the image, really. Loki is...this. The little boy is...that. The manners are different, the voice is different. It's a little more understandable than, say, Clark Kent."

"Who only has to take his glasses off for no one to recognise him?"

He kisses Loki back, sucking his lip.

"Be glad you don't wear glases, then."

A blink.

"Well, sometimes I do. When I think you'll like it."

Like now.

He bites his own lip, taking in the form appreciatively. "Oh, you do know how to spoil me."

His hands reach gently for the glasses perched on Loki's nose, and he puts them on himself before kissing him quite thoroughly.

"I don't spoil you, David. You'll never go bad with me."

But he's kissing him back then and there's really no room for words between them.

You'd need a crowbar.

He has Loki pressed against the back of the couch, kissing him deeply, holding Loki's jaw in the curve of his thumb. The angle is slightly sloppy. The kiss is not.

David? David...this is heading towards us in trouble again.

He pulls back then, licking his lips and not looking in the slightest bit apologetic.

"Oh, sorry, Love," he says with a grin.

"Sure you are. And I'm Varuna of the Waters."

He shrugs.

"Well, I was ONE day. THAT trick didn't work out very well."

He blinks.

BLINKS.

And then laughs.

He kisses David.

"Oh, you have no idea. Imagine me drenched. Imagine my mood for roughtly a month afterwards."

"Personally, if it wouldn't piss you off, I would love to see you dripping wet. Standing in the middle of a street, fully clothed as it pours down, or standing under the showerhead, waiting for me..."

He traces a finger down Loki's cheek, softly.

"However, I find I'm rather happy with you as is."

He blinks at David.

"You think I don't shower?"

"I think you don't shower with me," he answers, grinning.

He blinks again.

"Well you never asked."

And to that, he adds a rather interesting image of himself in the shower as proof. Blonde hair darkened and dripping into blue eyes. Steam and warm watever and soap sliding down and around his body. Wings, perhaps brighter than usual, but soaked and rakish.