[ Loki grumbles something about hating starships, nosing his way up to rest his chin on a navel and pout blink up at Chris. His arms encircle Chris's hips as if to hold him in place with his loose embrace, enjoying the petting to his hair, and it occurs to him there's nowhere else on the ship Loki wants to be but on his knees for Chris. ]
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poutblink up at Chris. His arms encircle Chris's hips as if to hold him in place with his loose embrace, enjoying the petting to his hair, and it occurs to him there's nowhere else on the ship Loki wants to be but on his knees for Chris. ]Not even for me?
[ An utter brat. ]