[ The loss feels fine. And a few sips fewer, the memory of the manner of Loki's victory a little less fresh, Stephen might've simply done as he was bid. The mischief in that flicker of tongue through a grin may never have set off a similar impulse.
Loki's jaw is caught in his hand, proximity making everything a little too easy. With a telltale twitch of his own mouth and a shift of his thumb to tilt Loki's head just so, Stephen leans in and ghosts a smirk over the outer corner of that grin, close, close enough for warmth and soft breath to leap the gap—
And then he's entirely gone, along with Loki's glass, with only the dry rumble of his voice talking at Frank behind the bar mingled amongst the general hum of the clientele to indicate where he's got to. ]
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Loki's jaw is caught in his hand, proximity making everything a little too easy. With a telltale twitch of his own mouth and a shift of his thumb to tilt Loki's head just so, Stephen leans in and ghosts a smirk over the outer corner of that grin, close, close enough for warmth and soft breath to leap the gap—
And then he's entirely gone, along with Loki's glass, with only the dry rumble of his voice talking at Frank behind the bar mingled amongst the general hum of the clientele to indicate where he's got to. ]