[ The mottled orange-red of the backs of his eyelids makes a good viewing platform for sensation, teeth and cool air and tongue and the ever-present thrill of magic. But finally his recently caught finger escapes the lure of Loki's mouth, hand shifting to a cradle for jaw and chin so he can place a firmer thumb this time just below the god's mouth.
It's still in the danger zone, but what can you do? Baby steps. ]
I don't think I will.
[ His eyes open again, blue darkened by the blow of his pupils but clear enough at least to speak of resolve. The twist of his expression still leans toward the soft: a sparring partner bested quickly and calling time. ]
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It's still in the danger zone, but what can you do? Baby steps. ]
I don't think I will.
[ His eyes open again, blue darkened by the blow of his pupils but clear enough at least to speak of resolve. The twist of his expression still leans toward the soft: a sparring partner bested quickly and calling time. ]