[ Chuckling to himself when Loki doesn't notice his return, Chris pads up silently behind him and presses a kiss to the slice of skin bared above his collar along the nape of his neck. ]
Sweetheart. I have aprons.
[ He's sure Loki can just conjure himself a new uniform shirt, and the splashes of flour on his shirt looks terribly domestic, but if Loki had bothered to go poking through all the cabinets, he wouldn't be this dirty.
Conspicuously keeping his hands behind his back, he takes a step away and leans against the counter out of the way of the chef. See? Perfectly well-behaved. ]
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Sweetheart. I have aprons.
[ He's sure Loki can just conjure himself a new uniform shirt, and the splashes of flour on his shirt looks terribly domestic, but if Loki had bothered to go poking through all the cabinets, he wouldn't be this dirty.
Conspicuously keeping his hands behind his back, he takes a step away and leans against the counter out of the way of the chef. See? Perfectly well-behaved. ]
Smells good.