[ Compliantly boneless as they settle into optimal cuddling positions, Loki yawns and stays snuggled close to keep leeching Chris's heat. They need a blanket, he thinks, or a fireplace to nap beside ...
He can't stop smiling, it's annoying. ]
Chris?
[ It feels wrong to speak, to interrupt the quiet. Poking him gently in the chest where Loki's hands have curled, he lays his palm flat over the beat of a heart and concentrates on that. ]
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He can't stop smiling, it's annoying. ]
Chris?
[ It feels wrong to speak, to interrupt the quiet. Poking him gently in the chest where Loki's hands have curled, he lays his palm flat over the beat of a heart and concentrates on that. ]