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[mini-matantei.livejournal.com]

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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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

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

[mini-matantei.livejournal.com]

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.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

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

Home, soon, I think.

[mini-matantei.livejournal.com]

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

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

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.

[mini-matantei.livejournal.com]

And then they are.