[ His arm slips further through Pike's as they walk and he sidles closer under the excuse of the crowds. ]
Then let's have some fun, Christopher, since you're so determinedly off the clock! I'll spoil you, you handsome thing. [ Tossing his hair, Loki takes the lead and looks ahead for food carts, intent on attending to his date's every need. ] Are you hungry from waiting for me? Thirsty?
[ Loki sidling in closer and tightening his arm through Chris' gets a slight smile, one that broadens into a huffed laugh at Loki's excited exclamations. ]
Will you, now.
[ Hey, he's not complaining. Being spoiled sounds nice, in theory, and he's still so amused by this entire situation that he's willing to go along with it and see what happens.
Worst-case scenario he has to get Chief Kyle to beam him up with his pants down, which would be embarrassing, but not the end of the world. ]
Honestly, I'm not quite sure if any of this is edible for humans. [ Some of the food stalls seem to be selling some kind of roasted meat, which smells pretty good, but Chris is a little suspicious of it nonetheless. Who knows what poor creature gave up its life to wind up on that skewer. ]
[ The soft murmur comes with an even more gentle hip-check at his side as Loki stifles a grin. ]
Well, I've sampled every poison on Midgard, so I'll let you know if anything tastes dodgy by mortal standards.
[ He pays for a skewer of Miscellaneous Meat(TM) and has a nibble, humming approvingly at the sweet taste. Wiping the corner of his mouth with a crooked knuckle, he nods. ]
Taste like pineapple-and-pepperoni pizza on a stick. Sound good? Or is there something else you're craving?
[ He's certainly a friendly guy, this Loki character. Part of Chris is still on mild alert, waiting for a double-cross, waiting for a cultural misunderstanding, waiting for danger, but most of him is just tired right now, and it's easier to let himself be towed through the crowd by the man at his elbow than it is to try and fight him. ]
Every one? What on earth for?
[ Presumably they didn't do anything to him, or if they did, the effects were mild enough that Loki's none the worse for wear, but Chris can't imagine why someone would put themselves through that.
Also, they aren't on Midgard, so...
He eyes the skewer in Loki's hand with vague trepidation, still a little suspicious. ] Pineapple pizza. Really?
People have tried to poison me a lot, I would be invited to dinner and have arsenic laced in my lamb or strychnine in my wine. They're not bad flavourings ... for an Asgardian. I prefer ketchup, to be honest.
[ His smile broadens at Chris's uncertain look and in his free hand he gives the skewer a light toss in the air, green magic sparkling around it for a moment; when he catches it, it's a fresh Earth hotdog with mustard.
[ Chris pulls back a little so he can frown at Loki, obviously disapproving of poisoning attempts. Perhaps he deserved it — if he's truly thousands of years old, that's a lot of time to make enemies, considering how many of them Chris has managed to cultivate in his forty-odd years circling the sun — but still. Poison is a coward's weapon. He prefers to settle his differences with others through diplomacy, or, if worst comes to worst, fists and phasers.
Poison is tantamount to cheating. ]
If anything, it's even less. [ He laughs, surprised and a little intrigued, and reaches out to accept the hot dog regardless of what he just said, though he doesn't bite into it and instead just turns it around to look it over. ] Incredible. How did you do that?
[ It is terrible that those things happened to him, also that he was a terrible person at the time too. He really did deserve it.
Shrugging off the less than pleasant topic of avoiding murder attempts, he directs them to a stall selling drinks next which can provide another example. Usually Loki wouldn't put on a show for anyone, preferring to keep his spells low-key (haha) but doing it for a date is different; don't ask him how, those are just the rules. You don't trick the person you're interested in. ]
I lied to the food until it believed it was something else. [ He gives a casual flick of a finger to the cup of dark liquid he orders and it turns to clear water when he shows Chris. ] I'm a reality-warper, that's how it works for me.
[ Chris was never much of a scientist, not to mention he grew up with a comparative religions professor heading his household, so he's spent a large portion of his life listening to stories about magic and miracles and has even witnessed a few himself.
He still believes that there's an explanation for everything, but he can't deny the fact that some things are just too complicated for his understanding.
Watching Loki transform a kebab into a hot dog and a glass of whatever juice or wine or tea he ordered into what looks like pure water definitely feels like one of those things. ]
Hence those stones you mentioned. [ Chris is still perfectly happy to leave them where they belong: far away from him and the Enterprise. He's done enough tampering with crystals, thank you. ] Is that how you got here so quickly? Warping reality?
No, I found a way to step between dimensions, from mine into yours. It's quite far by the Multiverse's standards ...
[ Taking a sip of his water, he gives Chris's arm a squeeze and looks up at him (when did Loki shapeshift his height? a mystery!) through his lashes. ]
[ He's not quite sure when he stopped having to lift his chin an inch or two to meet Loki's eyes and instead had to tip it down, but whenever it happened, it was so naturally done that Chris barely even notices the change now as he looks down at the young man hugging his bicep.
Young man, ancient being, god of mischief, inter-dimensional traveler, magic-wielder...
It's possible Chris is in over his head. ]
You're very complimentary. [ It must clearly be working, or surely Chris wouldn't be so relaxed right now, smiling slightly as he takes in all the details of his companion. To be fair, Loki isn't the first person who'd stepped into the wrong universe that he'd met. So far he seems easier to handle than Georgiou ever was. ] Was the me in your universe not worth the effort?
[ He laughs as well, letting himself be tugged along.
Games? Prizes? Loki is making this random market on some backwater little moon sound like a carnival, or some kind of fun fair. It's not precisely the cluster of adjectives Chris would have chosen, but Loki's enthusiasm is infectious, and he finds himself easily being led along the path. ]
Like you said, it's better to make our own fun than live by the rules.
[ Did Chris say that ... ?
There aren't technically any stalls with prizes, per se, but Loki wheedles out a market stall with some pretty bracelets of alien-glass hanging from hooks and proceeds to make a bet with the old minotaurish lady in charge, at home being roguishly charming with far more flair than he has shown so far. He pats Chris's arm onto which he's holding. ]
If my friend can guess the colour of the bracelet you hold behind your back, we win it for free. How's that, grandmother?
[ The sideways look he gives Chris says Trust me. ]
Maybe the him in another universe said that. Ugh. This is why he doesn't mess with alternate dimensions. It's all too confusing and he's too old to keep all this information in line, thank you very much.
Watching Loki charm the bullish seller behind her little booth is nearly as entertaining as being the full recipient of all that charm, and Chris has to admit to being mildly impressed by the ease with which he turns on such a skill. It also makes him pretty damn aware that he is being charmed by Loki, but Chris is charming enough himself to know that not all manipulation is sinister in nature, and so far, he hasn't seen any reason to be distrustful.
It's enough to make him wink at Loki when he glances at him sideways, agreeing to go along with the farce. ]
[ If he likes one thing more than tricks, it's having someone to share them with, so as the woman gives a sceptical snort and secretively chooses a bracelet to put behind her back Loki has to force his smile into an anxious frown.
Luckily, he happens to be a champion fibber and the way he puts a hand to his head is convincing enough to have the seller looking confident. She can't see one of her pretty mirrors floating up behind her with the motion of Loki's hand and tilting to reveal the reflection of what she holds to Chris. ]
Oh, how I wish I could afford such beautiful trinkets as these!
[ To avoid the impression of trying to peek behind the seller's bulky shoulder, Chris leans closer to Loki, draping his arm over the other man's shoulder and once again idly noticing how comfortable the motion is, like their bodies were engineered to fit into the same space.
That hadn't always been the case, right?
Regardless, it seems to be the case now, and whatever the reason, it puts Chris in the perfect position to murmur a quiet: ] Laying it on a little thick there, pal, [ into his ear.
Turning back to the seller, he hems and haws for a moment before deciding, careful to keep his awareness of the mirror relegated solely to his periphery. ]
At first I thought yellow, but now I'm thinking blue.
[ If laying it on thick means he gets to snuggle sideways into a handsome Starfleet captain, call him Cheddar McCheese. Loki slips an arm around Chris's waist and settles in cosily as his date hmms and ahhs about the bracelet colour, letting the mirror silently levitate back to the table once its purpose is achieved.
He pats Chris on the chest, moon-eyed for ditzy effect. ]
I do so love blue!
[ The minotaur huffs in annoyance and brings the blue bracelet around, her expression surprisingly flat for someone with a snout. She offers it over and Loki exclaims cheerfully how over the moon he is, how incredible the craftsmanship is ...
And she seems mollified when more passers-by take notice of her wares, thank the gods. ]
[ A little curl of tension loosens when the mirror settles back down where it was before; he can't lie and say there wasn't a part of him that was bracing for this escapade to be discovered, for the seller to bellow in outrage and for them to be chased through the market. It seems pretty par for the course for Chris' experience in alien markets, much to his chagrin.
He gives Loki a flat look of his own before curling his arm around his shoulders a little tighter, pasting on an appropriately appreciative look as the (admittedly) pretty bracelet is revealed.
At least the minotaur seems appeased with Loki's fawning praise, though Chris starts to try and steer them away anyway, unwilling to press their luck. He has his phaser on him, but he doesn't want to start firing anything in the throng of people around them, set to stun or not. ]
[ Loki's crowing draws attention to the stall even as they leave, putting a convenient barrier of potential sales between them and the minotaur. He wanders away with Chris, sliding the bracelet on to admire it, and when they pass by an alley he gives him a strong push with his Asgardian strength to steer him effectively into a wall.
All the dumbness is gone, replaced with a smirk and a certain mischief twinkling in his eyes. Appreciation too, flicking up and down from Chris's eyes to his mouth and back again. ]
[ Chris barely manages to flick a coin onto the table before they get pushed aside by sooner other curious market-goers, he has no idea if it was enough out to much for the bracelet, but it's the thought that counts.
When Loki pushes him into the alley and shoves him up against the wall, Chris's automatic defense response kicks in, though he does manage not to do something like pull his dads passer or trip them both to the horns. Who knows what's on this ground.
It only takes a second for his brain to catch up with hood body, to realize he's not in danger. Of being attacked, at least. ]
I equivocated. It's different.
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[ His grin widens, knifelike with a sharp look of approval, before it softens as Loki leans in, palms gliding their way around Chris's waist as he holds eye-contact. ]
I rather want to be nice to you, too ...
[ Black-nailed hands skim their way up Chris's chest as Loki leans in with every intent of begging a barely-there kiss, lips and breath as he lets his delight play out longer. ]
[ It would be the height of arrogance to say that Chris is used to people flinging themselves at him.
For one thing, he captains what is technically a military vessel, and most of the people who share it with him are his direct subordinates, so that's obviously not even remotely appropriate as far as intra-ship assignations. And despite the stereotype, most alien dignitaries aren't chomping at the bit to have a go at a Starfleet captain. Usually they eye him with distrust, still reluctant to let this weird fleshy little human have access to their worlds and their cultures.
And yet, he's comfortable enough with the proceedings that Loki's hands sliding over his waist and then up around his chest gets little more than a low, rumbled laugh vibrating in his chest.
It's nice to have someone be so delighted by him, alright, he's only human and having his ego stroked is certainly gratifying. So sue him. ]
I think you can be very nice when you put your mind to it, can't you?
[ Lips skate their way along Chris's jaw where Loki finds a home by his temple, nosing with easy affection. ]
They certainly don't call me Silvertongue for nothing.
[ This might be a dusty alley, might be semi-public, and he might be risking making a fool of himself, but that is really par for the course no matter what Loki gets up to. Said infamous tongue traces the shell of an ear, nipping sharply at a lobe to gauge what Chris likes. Loki's weight sinks forward until he rests against him, hands absently kneading their way down Chris's front like a cat.
Chris doesn't want a captain's responsibilities today, so he can let Loki take care of him if he likes. ]
[ He clearly has quite a long list of monikers; which makes sense, probably, if he'd managed to stay alive for thousands of years, Chris is sure he'd get a fair number of aliases too. As it is, he's going to get about fifty years max, but that's enough for him. Probably.
Number One is going to absolutely eviscerate him if this goes south.
Is it bad that Chris is starting to think it's probably worth it?
He lets his hands settle on Loki's sides beneath his cloak, petting him absently through the thick fabric of his sweatshirt, feeling out the long and lean shape of him hidden beneath his clothes. Already, he's proven to Chris that he can manipulate reality, shapeshift — that picture of a dark-haired woman on his communicator is making more and more sense now — so it shouldn't be surprising that the body beneath his hands feels so nice to touch, but it does, and Chris lets his pleasure be known with a long, pleased sigh. ]
Are you going to prove it to me?
[ Is he really going to do this in a fucking alley? ]
[ There you go. His smile can be felt as kisses mark their way down to a pulse, open-mouthed with a scrape of teeth that pinches, light before the pass of every soothing, sucking lick. Is he allowed to mark up Chris? Maybe a little, if he works his way down to the curve of his neck where he's deliciously hot ... ]
I'll reassure you of it.
[ Collars of clothes are stupid, Loki decides. The ambience of white noise coming from the mouth of the alley and the embrace reeling him in is a pleasant buzz in his blood, reminding him to keep this to light teasing for now. ]
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[ His arm slips further through Pike's as they walk and he sidles closer under the excuse of the crowds. ]
Then let's have some fun, Christopher, since you're so determinedly off the clock! I'll spoil you, you handsome thing. [ Tossing his hair, Loki takes the lead and looks ahead for food carts, intent on attending to his date's every need. ] Are you hungry from waiting for me? Thirsty?
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Will you, now.
[ Hey, he's not complaining. Being spoiled sounds nice, in theory, and he's still so amused by this entire situation that he's willing to go along with it and see what happens.
Worst-case scenario he has to get Chief Kyle to beam him up with his pants down, which would be embarrassing, but not the end of the world. ]
Honestly, I'm not quite sure if any of this is edible for humans. [ Some of the food stalls seem to be selling some kind of roasted meat, which smells pretty good, but Chris is a little suspicious of it nonetheless. Who knows what poor creature gave up its life to wind up on that skewer. ]
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[ The soft murmur comes with an even more gentle hip-check at his side as Loki stifles a grin. ]
Well, I've sampled every poison on Midgard, so I'll let you know if anything tastes dodgy by mortal standards.
[ He pays for a skewer of Miscellaneous Meat(TM) and has a nibble, humming approvingly at the sweet taste. Wiping the corner of his mouth with a crooked knuckle, he nods. ]
Taste like pineapple-and-pepperoni pizza on a stick. Sound good? Or is there something else you're craving?
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Every one? What on earth for?
[ Presumably they didn't do anything to him, or if they did, the effects were mild enough that Loki's none the worse for wear, but Chris can't imagine why someone would put themselves through that.
Also, they aren't on Midgard, so...
He eyes the skewer in Loki's hand with vague trepidation, still a little suspicious. ] Pineapple pizza. Really?
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[ His smile broadens at Chris's uncertain look and in his free hand he gives the skewer a light toss in the air, green magic sparkling around it for a moment; when he catches it, it's a fresh Earth hotdog with mustard.
He offers it courteously to his date. ]
Is this more your speed?
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[ Chris pulls back a little so he can frown at Loki, obviously disapproving of poisoning attempts. Perhaps he deserved it — if he's truly thousands of years old, that's a lot of time to make enemies, considering how many of them Chris has managed to cultivate in his forty-odd years circling the sun — but still. Poison is a coward's weapon. He prefers to settle his differences with others through diplomacy, or, if worst comes to worst, fists and phasers.
Poison is tantamount to cheating. ]
If anything, it's even less. [ He laughs, surprised and a little intrigued, and reaches out to accept the hot dog regardless of what he just said, though he doesn't bite into it and instead just turns it around to look it over. ] Incredible. How did you do that?
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Shrugging off the less than pleasant topic of avoiding murder attempts, he directs them to a stall selling drinks next which can provide another example. Usually Loki wouldn't put on a show for anyone, preferring to keep his spells low-key (haha) but doing it for a date is different; don't ask him how, those are just the rules. You don't trick the person you're interested in. ]
I lied to the food until it believed it was something else. [ He gives a casual flick of a finger to the cup of dark liquid he orders and it turns to clear water when he shows Chris. ] I'm a reality-warper, that's how it works for me.
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He still believes that there's an explanation for everything, but he can't deny the fact that some things are just too complicated for his understanding.
Watching Loki transform a kebab into a hot dog and a glass of whatever juice or wine or tea he ordered into what looks like pure water definitely feels like one of those things. ]
Hence those stones you mentioned. [ Chris is still perfectly happy to leave them where they belong: far away from him and the Enterprise. He's done enough tampering with crystals, thank you. ] Is that how you got here so quickly? Warping reality?
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[ Taking a sip of his water, he gives Chris's arm a squeeze and looks up at him (when did Loki shapeshift his height? a mystery!) through his lashes. ]
But you are turning out to be worth the effort.
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Young man, ancient being, god of mischief, inter-dimensional traveler, magic-wielder...
It's possible Chris is in over his head. ]
You're very complimentary. [ It must clearly be working, or surely Chris wouldn't be so relaxed right now, smiling slightly as he takes in all the details of his companion. To be fair, Loki isn't the first person who'd stepped into the wrong universe that he'd met. So far he seems easier to handle than Georgiou ever was. ] Was the me in your universe not worth the effort?
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[ Flirting as easily as breathing, he laughs and gives Chris's arm a tug. ]
Forget about other-yous, I don't care about them today. Come and see the games on the stalls up the road, let's have a go and win some prizes!
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Games? Prizes? Loki is making this random market on some backwater little moon sound like a carnival, or some kind of fun fair. It's not precisely the cluster of adjectives Chris would have chosen, but Loki's enthusiasm is infectious, and he finds himself easily being led along the path. ]
Alright, alright, what do I have to do.
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[ Did Chris say that ... ?
There aren't technically any stalls with prizes, per se, but Loki wheedles out a market stall with some pretty bracelets of alien-glass hanging from hooks and proceeds to make a bet with the old minotaurish lady in charge, at home being roguishly charming with far more flair than he has shown so far. He pats Chris's arm onto which he's holding. ]
If my friend can guess the colour of the bracelet you hold behind your back, we win it for free. How's that, grandmother?
[ The sideways look he gives Chris says Trust me. ]
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Maybe the him in another universe said that. Ugh. This is why he doesn't mess with alternate dimensions. It's all too confusing and he's too old to keep all this information in line, thank you very much.
Watching Loki charm the bullish seller behind her little booth is nearly as entertaining as being the full recipient of all that charm, and Chris has to admit to being mildly impressed by the ease with which he turns on such a skill. It also makes him pretty damn aware that he is being charmed by Loki, but Chris is charming enough himself to know that not all manipulation is sinister in nature, and so far, he hasn't seen any reason to be distrustful.
It's enough to make him wink at Loki when he glances at him sideways, agreeing to go along with the farce. ]
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Luckily, he happens to be a champion fibber and the way he puts a hand to his head is convincing enough to have the seller looking confident. She can't see one of her pretty mirrors floating up behind her with the motion of Loki's hand and tilting to reveal the reflection of what she holds to Chris. ]
Oh, how I wish I could afford such beautiful trinkets as these!
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That hadn't always been the case, right?
Regardless, it seems to be the case now, and whatever the reason, it puts Chris in the perfect position to murmur a quiet: ] Laying it on a little thick there, pal, [ into his ear.
Turning back to the seller, he hems and haws for a moment before deciding, careful to keep his awareness of the mirror relegated solely to his periphery. ]
At first I thought yellow, but now I'm thinking blue.
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He pats Chris on the chest, moon-eyed for ditzy effect. ]
I do so love blue!
[ The minotaur huffs in annoyance and brings the blue bracelet around, her expression surprisingly flat for someone with a snout. She offers it over and Loki exclaims cheerfully how over the moon he is, how incredible the craftsmanship is ...
And she seems mollified when more passers-by take notice of her wares, thank the gods. ]
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He gives Loki a flat look of his own before curling his arm around his shoulders a little tighter, pasting on an appropriately appreciative look as the (admittedly) pretty bracelet is revealed.
At least the minotaur seems appeased with Loki's fawning praise, though Chris starts to try and steer them away anyway, unwilling to press their luck. He has his phaser on him, but he doesn't want to start firing anything in the throng of people around them, set to stun or not. ]
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All the dumbness is gone, replaced with a smirk and a certain mischief twinkling in his eyes. Appreciation too, flicking up and down from Chris's eyes to his mouth and back again. ]
You lied for me.
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When Loki pushes him into the alley and shoves him up against the wall, Chris's automatic defense response kicks in, though he does manage not to do something like pull his dads passer or trip them both to the horns. Who knows what's on this ground.
It only takes a second for his brain to catch up with hood body, to realize he's not in danger. Of being attacked, at least. ]
I equivocated. It's different.
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[ His grin widens, knifelike with a sharp look of approval, before it softens as Loki leans in, palms gliding their way around Chris's waist as he holds eye-contact. ]
I rather want to be nice to you, too ...
[ Black-nailed hands skim their way up Chris's chest as Loki leans in with every intent of begging a barely-there kiss, lips and breath as he lets his delight play out longer. ]
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For one thing, he captains what is technically a military vessel, and most of the people who share it with him are his direct subordinates, so that's obviously not even remotely appropriate as far as intra-ship assignations. And despite the stereotype, most alien dignitaries aren't chomping at the bit to have a go at a Starfleet captain. Usually they eye him with distrust, still reluctant to let this weird fleshy little human have access to their worlds and their cultures.
And yet, he's comfortable enough with the proceedings that Loki's hands sliding over his waist and then up around his chest gets little more than a low, rumbled laugh vibrating in his chest.
It's nice to have someone be so delighted by him, alright, he's only human and having his ego stroked is certainly gratifying. So sue him. ]
I think you can be very nice when you put your mind to it, can't you?
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They certainly don't call me Silvertongue for nothing.
[ This might be a dusty alley, might be semi-public, and he might be risking making a fool of himself, but that is really par for the course no matter what Loki gets up to. Said infamous tongue traces the shell of an ear, nipping sharply at a lobe to gauge what Chris likes. Loki's weight sinks forward until he rests against him, hands absently kneading their way down Chris's front like a cat.
Chris doesn't want a captain's responsibilities today, so he can let Loki take care of him if he likes. ]
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Number One is going to absolutely eviscerate him if this goes south.
Is it bad that Chris is starting to think it's probably worth it?
He lets his hands settle on Loki's sides beneath his cloak, petting him absently through the thick fabric of his sweatshirt, feeling out the long and lean shape of him hidden beneath his clothes. Already, he's proven to Chris that he can manipulate reality, shapeshift — that picture of a dark-haired woman on his communicator is making more and more sense now — so it shouldn't be surprising that the body beneath his hands feels so nice to touch, but it does, and Chris lets his pleasure be known with a long, pleased sigh. ]
Are you going to prove it to me?
[ Is he really going to do this in a fucking alley? ]
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I'll reassure you of it.
[ Collars of clothes are stupid, Loki decides. The ambience of white noise coming from the mouth of the alley and the embrace reeling him in is a pleasant buzz in his blood, reminding him to keep this to light teasing
for now. ]Relax, Chris, I've got you. What do you want?
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