[ Loki jerks off once more in the bath, he can't help it and it settles some of his frayed nerves. Thankfully he's all done washing up by then and rinses the whole tub before wondering what to wear on his sore ass, mooching into what he believes to be Chris's bedroom (the only lived-in one) to peek inside his wardrobe and drawers. Over some soft green leggings that he magics up, Loki pulls on a plaid shirt that smells like Chris even though it's clean, rolling up the slightly too-big sleeves with satisfaction and letting the rest hang to partially hide his ass.
Hearing a whistle, then another, he peers out the window to see the regular horse trotting over and Sleipnir's annoyed approach, Loki taking that as his cue to head back downstairs. Damp hair curls into the warm nape of Chris's shirt, tousled by a hand raking through as he heads over to the kitchen. It smells incredible in there and is far more interesting to investigate than whatever Chris is up to on the deck with the kids, as he called them (cute).
Sleipnir whinnies, cantering over to a halt beside the much smaller gelding. He spots the nosing for treats and his large head bows as he goes for Chris's other pocket, snuffling. ]
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Hearing a whistle, then another, he peers out the window to see the regular horse trotting over and Sleipnir's annoyed approach, Loki taking that as his cue to head back downstairs. Damp hair curls into the warm nape of Chris's shirt, tousled by a hand raking through as he heads over to the kitchen. It smells incredible in there and is far more interesting to investigate than whatever Chris is up to on the deck with the kids, as he called them (cute).
Sleipnir whinnies, cantering over to a halt beside the much smaller gelding. He spots the nosing for treats and his large head bows as he goes for Chris's other pocket, snuffling. ]