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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.

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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.

"Oh, God," he whispers, and fists his hand in Loki's hair gently, licking his neck before sinking teeth in.

Home, soon, I think.

Drink, my sweet. Then I'll bring you home.

Liquid fire in his veins, and David's head reels from the sharp, hot taste of it.

His free hand finds Loki's and entines their fingers, squeezing gently.

Home.

And then they are.

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